Wu Hao listened to the conversation between Guan Ren and Guan Yi, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional in his heart, but when he was about to say something, he felt a trace of ominousness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the entrance of the village under the high slope, a group of uninvited guests suddenly came. Hundreds of strong men wearing yellow scarves looked at the green smoke in the village with their weapons in their hands, and they couldn't help but drool one by one. Subconsciously wiped his hand and looked at the leader gratefully. If it weren't for the fact that the leader had won such a beautiful difference for himself and others, how could he have the opportunity to have a good meal.

Thinking that this village was full of food, countless women and wealth, one by one, their steps accelerated a little again.

Dozens of soldiers of the branch line watched this scene from the top of the high slope, their eyes almost spewing flames. His eyes turned to Wu Hao, revealing gratitude. If it weren't for Gongzi's insistence on letting himself and others come back for help, I'm afraid that when he and others came back from the Houguo of Hefei, this place would have already become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The footsteps sounded, and Wu Long walked quickly with Zhong Qiu and the others, and saluted Wu Hao respectfully: "Childe."

"You still have doubts at this time." Wu Hao didn't say anything about those yellow turban bandits, but asked them about the scruples in their hearts.

The hundreds of branch soldiers glanced at each other, made a decision almost at the same time, and bowed to Wu Hao again: "Only the son's order is obeyed."

"Twenty miles away from here, there is a yellow scarf, and the number is about 100." A branch soldier quickly ran over and reported the military situation to Wu Hao.

Wu Hao looked around, inadvertently looked at his hand, and couldn't help but pout in his heart. With his age, it doesn't matter if he goes to the battlefield, after all, these little arms and legs can't withstand the toss. After a little thought, he looked at Zhong Qiu. Although he didn't lead his troops to fight, he played a lot of strategy games in his previous life, and he might be able to give it a try: "There is a shortcut here, and I can intercept this Yellow Turban bandit before they rush to the village."

"Yes". Zhong Qiu replied without thinking, listening to Gongzi's tone that he wanted to fight a tough battle, I'm afraid there was something inappropriate.

Wu Hao looked at Wu Long: "You take forty people to intercept and kill."

"Forty?". Wu Long couldn't help but be stunned, with only forty people fighting against a hundred yellow turbans, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck.

Wu Hao nodded slightly, looked at the arrows carried by those branch soldiers, as if he thought of something, and then ordered Wu Long: "Take down your bows and arrows and give them to the rest."

The remaining sixty people, led by Zhong Qiu, took spears and bows and arrows, and followed from behind. Once Wu Long and the others had a fight with the Yellow Turban, Er and the others immediately released arrows from the rear. Once the enemy reacts, immediately discard the bow and arrow, and fight in close quarters with a spear in hand, forming a flanking attack." Without waiting for Wu Long to reply, Wu Hao said everything he thought in his heart.

Everyone pondered in their hearts for a while, and couldn't help nodding secretly.

Wu Long and Zhong Qiu had no doubts in their hearts, and bowed to Wu Hao: "No."

The hundred branch soldiers instantly split into two and walked down the high slope.

Wu Hao looked at Guan Ren and Guan Yi who were standing aside, and couldn't help but smile and ask them, "Do you want to see how those uncles beat the bad guys?"

"Think". Guan Ren and Guan Yi replied without thinking.

Patches of withered yellow leaves fell without wind, and Wu Hao looked up at the leaves in the sky, as if he felt the boundless murderous aura of this era.

Hundreds of bandits wearing yellow scarves rushed to the village with murderous spirit, and just after walking through the village, they saw forty young men in front of them, wearing the clothes of Wu's private soldiers, holding spears in front of them.

A yellow scarf leader with a broad body and a round waist was full of horizontal flesh, and his murderous aura erupted undisguisedly. Smelling the aroma of rice, the corners of his mouth subconsciously drooled, and then he woke up and wiped it off casually. I didn't expect this village to be so rich, and it seems that today is the right time. Hundreds of yellow turban bandits touched their stomachs, the uncle was hungry and full every day during this time, and the food in this village was laughed at by others.

Thinking of this, the hundred Yellow Turbans pointed at Wu Long and the others in front with the weapons in their hands, and the leader laughed wildly at the front: "Forty people actually dare to block the way of our Yellow Turban Heavenly Army, if you know each other and put down your blades, we can leave you a whole corpse."

"The bandit is arrogant, if you turn around and leave, we will not blame the past, otherwise you will die without a whole body." Wu Long retorted unceremoniously.

The hundred Yellow Turban bandits seemed to have heard a great joke, and burst into laughter and pointed ahead and scolded.

"The Yellow Turban Heavenly Soldiers have surrounded the county towns and other counties, and forty village men dare to say such big things."

"Lujiang Chao County is empty, and the Han Dynasty is about to fall. We have come at the behest of our leaders, and if you dare to stop you, you will be turned into powder."

"This year, we were ordered by the three generals of heaven, earth and man to raise troops to overthrow the Han Dynasty. This is a matter of destiny, and it will come to pass."

Listening to these wild words, Wu Long was furious, and scolded the yellow scarf in front of him: "Zhang Jiao and the others can't overthrow the imperial court when they are alive, how can they make waves when they have been dead for many years at this time."

"Presumptuous, this person insults the three generals of heaven and earth, wait for me to take down this person, and the leader will eat him alive." The leader of the Yellow Turban was furious and ordered the subordinates around him.

Hundreds of yellow turbans suddenly received their orders, and one by one, they were like tigers descending from the mountain with weapons in their hands and pounced on Wu Long and the others. In an instant, the sound of swords intersecting sounded, and forty Wu family soldiers fought and retreated.

Wu Long brandished the spear in his hand and stabbed at the leader of the Yellow Turban, thinking of the scene of the Yellow Turban raging a few years ago, the strength in his hand couldn't help but increase a little more.

The leader of the Yellow Turban had experienced a hundred battles, and almost instinctively swung the sword in his hand, and the spear shifted to Wu Long's throat.

Although the discipline of the hundred yellow turbans is corrupt, after all, they have experienced a hundred battles, and at this time, the large number of people gradually occupies the peak, and the morale is getting stronger and stronger.

Forty soldiers of the Wu clan branch had blood marks on their bodies, and they were about to lose their lives, when there was a sound of footsteps in front of them, and their hearts couldn't help but be relieved.

Dozens of arrows flew like raindrops, and more than a dozen yellow turbans standing behind were suddenly seriously injured by the arrows. Seeing this, the leader of the Yellow Turban was furious, and looked around at several subordinates: "You will follow the general to kill the enemy."

"Yes". Forty or fifty Yellow Turbans immediately turned around and followed the Yellow Turban leader to kill Zhong Qiu and the others who were in the rear.

When the leader of the Yellow Turban rushed over, he saw that Zhong Qiu was so young, and the anger in his heart became a little stronger: "Kill no one and leave no one."

Forty or fifty yellow turbans heard the leader's command, raised their weapons, and slashed heavily at these sneak attackers.

Zhong Qiu shot the arrow in his hand, then threw the bow and arrow in his hand to the ground, drew his sword and met it.

Seeing this, the sixty soldiers of the Wu branch also hurriedly discarded the bows and arrows in their hands and carried their spears to meet them.

The sound of weapons clashing sounded again, and the two sides fought together. Due to the raid of Zhong Qiu and others, the hundred yellow turbans gradually disappeared, but on the other hand, the morale of the Wu branch soldiers soared.

The leader of the Yellow Turban frowned when he saw that his casualties were getting bigger and bigger. At this time, Wu Long stabbed with a shot, and the leader of the yellow turban hurriedly dodged, and one accidentally shed blood on his arm.

The leader of the yellow scarf is also a tough guy who has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he can pick it up and put it down. Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable to him, a hateful gaze flashed in his eyes, and he shouted at the people around him: "Withdraw, join up with the reinforcements in the rear, and I will come back to wash this village in blood to repay the hatred in my heart."

Dozens of Yellow Turban bandits were pardoned, and they all threw away their opponents and hurriedly ran back. When he came, he was murderous, and when he went, he was disgraced, lest he be accidentally caught and lose his life.

Wu Hao came from nowhere with the two brothers Guan Ren and Guan Yi, thinking of the upcoming second Yellow Turban 100 team and hurriedly scolded: "Poor Kou Mo chase in case there is fraud, you should stop chasing immediately and be ready to meet the enemy at any time."

"No". The hundreds of soldiers of the branch line had already been convinced by Wu Hao, and when they heard the order, they agreed to it.

When the last Yellow Turban bandit ran away, everyone's eyes looked at the ground and their hearts couldn't help but feel a little sad, even if they were used to seeing life and death, but when their former companions fell in a pool of blood, they still couldn't help but feel a little sad.

How could a dignified man cry, so although dozens of burly men were sad in their hearts, they did not shed a single tear without saying a word.

Looking at the corpses lying in a pool of blood, the scene seemed a little depressing.

Guan Ren and Guan Yi couldn't help but pull Wu Hao's clothes with a look of fear, and Wu Hao smiled at them as a comfort.

A total of 60 men fell in the battle, all of them young men. Thanks to the sneak attack with bows and arrows, the Wu branch soldiers lost 20 people, and the Yellow Turban bandits lost 40 people.

"Let's cremate these corpses." Wu Hao's gaze swept over the sixty corpses one by one, his mood was slightly complicated, and finally looked at Wu Long and commanded everyone.

Wu Long led dozens of branch soldiers to bow to Wu Hao, and his voice was a little low: "No."

After speaking, dozens of branch soldiers walked forward and gathered the corpses that had fallen in a pool of blood. After a short time, the cleaning was completed, and the fire rose into the sky.

Many of the soldiers of the branch were covered with blood, and they couldn't help but leave silent tears when they watched their former comrades turn to ashes in the firelight, and the Chinese characters that were beaten around the iron couldn't help but leave silent tears at this time. When will this troubled world end, and when will this world make the people too peaceful and happy? All of this, whether I am waiting for the wrong thing, or the world is wrong.