It was still Sun Jian who stopped Cheng Tu's actions, and a sharp flash flashed in his eyes, tightly clamping Cheng Tu's hand. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cheng Tu couldn't help but feel annoyed: "What do you mean, if you don't go, it's going to be dawn." ”

"Wait!" Sun Jian's mood behind him changed significantly, because he only said one word, and his tone was choked, as if he was very familiar with the two killed sergeants.

Of course, I am familiar with it, these are the young rangers that Sun Jian made friends with when he was on temporary duty in Xiapi County, and they came here because of Sun Jian's chivalry and righteousness.

Sun Jian was born in a small family, and in the Eastern Han Dynasty, which paid attention to birth, the officialdom under the rule of the gate lord clan had no place for him.

The only thing Sun Jian can rely on is military merit, and he may have promised the brothers in Xiapi County to take them to seek wealth together!

Cheng Tu suddenly felt that the time was incomparably long, and he just stood in a daze.

"Captain Zuo Mustache, I didn't find anything." A Yellow Turban soldier turned back with a torch, of course he didn't have any opinion, anyway, the centurion did whatever he told him to do.

Cheng Tu's pupils froze when he heard this, he covered his chest, and often breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't see that this group of yellow turban bandits was so insidious and cunning!

"Soldier, treacherous!"

Sun Jian also secretly pinched a handful of sweat, all of this was based on intuition, and intuition told him that things were fraudulent, so he stopped Cheng Tu's rash advance three times and twice.

Now it seems that in this game, he is the one who has the last laugh.

Sun Jian touched his chin, and naturally became more and more jealous of the Yellow Turban Army's generous Bocai, it seems that Bocai is not a brave and unscrupulous man.

On the contrary, Bo Cai has a good way of governing the army, and he almost even fell into the Tao of Sun Jian.

If Sun Jian wasn't here this time, Cheng Tu would have walked out rashly, and the final result would be the annihilation of this group of dead soldiers.

"Well, it seems that there is no one else lurking here now, let's go and see if there are any other accomplices."

Zuo Zhangba paused, and said loudly: "It's really generous, and it actually told us to pay attention to whether the defenders of the Changshe Society will take advantage of the chaos to disturb the camp!" ”

With the help of the bright starlight, Sun Jian and Cheng Tu could see the voices of the Yellow Turban soldiers who were gradually moving away, and the rustling footsteps made by stepping on the fallen leaves, gradually moving away.

When the Yellow Turban soldiers led by Zuo Zhangba went away, and it was a long wait, Sun Jian stood up and waved his hand to signal the dead soldiers behind him to follow.

"Let's go!"

Cheng Tu didn't speak, he could understand the mood of the soldiers behind him, although he didn't know the names of the dead soldiers, but the sad mood was the same.

As soldiers on the battlefield, our side is still the enemy, once good or evil, whether they love war or hate war, all the same, war is to kill and avoid being killed, tragic and bloody.

However, one day, when the flames of war burn on his home and relatives, Cheng Tu knows that he will also pick up the knife and gun in his hand, he is not a saint, but a man who wants to protect his homeland and his wife and children!

This war is for survival, in order to survive, the other party's Bocai uses the Taiping Demon Dao to demagogue, and enslaves innocent believers with exquisite lies to serve as cannon fodder.

A lie told a thousand times is the truth!

Most of the Yellow Turban believers are helpless and hesitant to find a way out, and finally have to try to numb their hearts with the same beautiful but helpless lies.

It's not the war of those ordinary believers of the Taiping Demon Dao, they are just a group of cannon fodder that breeds the bewitching flower of war.

The great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao made up a beautiful lie, there is no yellow sky at all, there is no great cause, and the so-called pride in the hearts of those Taiping Dao is just the emperor's new clothes.

It's just that the followers of the Taiping Demon Dao who were tied to the broken ship of the Taiping Demon Dao, they didn't have the courage to step off the boat.

Although this ship, from the moment it was made, was riddled with holes and was destined to sink in the endless ocean!

Eventually, the Yellow Turbans will lose their homes, their loved ones, and fall into the abyss of losing themselves forever.

Because of the urgency of time, Cheng Tu also knew that maybe this group of Yellow Turban soldiers would come again, so he had to silently wait in his heart until the war subsided, and then let these people who died in the war be buried in peace.

Along the dry canal in his memory, Cheng Tu took the sergeant behind him and rushed towards Bocai's camp.

After about a stick of incense, suddenly, Cheng Tu in front of him suddenly stopped, and he felt that there seemed to be some movement in front of him.

Sun Jian behind him was stunned for a moment, and then thought that it should be his own person, so he walked forward quickly.

Sure enough, it was the group of people who followed Wen Zhuang, and now there are two people left, who are anxious at the moment, not knowing where to go.

When they saw Sun Jian and them, their eyes lit up, and they naturally stopped scurrying around like headless flies.

"Long story short, let's hurry up."

So, the two of them told Sun Jian about what they knew, and Cheng Tu on the side also listened to a rough idea.

"My lord, it's a cold winter, bonfires can be seen everywhere, we can use the method of fire attack to burn down the camp tent of the Bocai Legion."

A lean young man on the left clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice.

Sun Jian nodded, divided the dead soldiers behind him into two teams, and everyone rushed into the Yellow Turban camp as much as possible, burned the camp tent, and Mingjin withdrew the troops.

At the time of parting, Sun Jian and his two teams of men and horses clasped their fists and arched each other, which means that brothers take care.

Of course, this is Cheng Tu's understanding, he thinks it's just etiquette, maybe, they want to disperse and find out the news.

Cheng Tu had no experience in the army, and naturally he didn't delve too deeply, Sun Jian pulled him up to the river, and touched the Yellow Turban military camp in the south, and along the way, he caught two lone Yellow Turban soldiers.

Sun Jian quickly understood their lives with a knife in his hand, stripped off their clothes, and he and Cheng Tu changed into the clothes of the Yellow Turban Army.

Who would have thought that the Yellow Turban soldiers on the opposite side were already in a mess at this time, Qin Zhong and Yang Da also pulled out their ring knives at this time, and followed a small wave of panicked Yellow Turban soldiers back and forth.

After a while, a chief came over, and he roared angrily: "Don't panic, everyone rush over with me." ”

At this time, the attributes of the rabble of the Yellow Turban soldiers were undoubtedly revealed, and they only looked at the chief in front of them, and at this time, there was a burst of "Knock knock!" from the camp. "The dull sound of war drums.

With a wave of his hand, Qin Zhong and Yang Da naturally followed the Yellow Turban soldiers and ran towards the east.