Halfway through, Qin Zhong pulled Yang Da's cuffs, and the two of them took the opportunity to smear oil on the soles of their feet and slipped behind the camp tent on the side, they wouldn't follow the Yellow Turban soldiers all the way to the black. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, Sun Jian's pupils froze, and he secretly thought that God really helped me.

Sun Jian placed Cheng Tu in the barren grass and said in a deep voice: "You just hide here, don't make a noise, and wait for me to come back and take you back." ”

The dead soldiers behind Sun Jian all took off their black night clothes and swaggered to the front of the wooden door, and the two yellow turban guards looked at Sun Jian's dress, and without the slightest suspicion, let them in.

However, after seeing the two simple arrow towers behind him, Sun Jian frowned, when the time comes, this will be a trouble, if you want to get out of the way, you must solve the arrow tower.

The Yellow Turban barracks are heavily guarded, and there are many sentry posts, along the way are three steps and one post, and five steps and one sentry.

And, every other time when incense sticks are burned, there will be a group of six Yellow Turban soldiers, who come out to patrol, all wearing yellow Luo shirts, covered with leather armor, a shield in their left hand, and a sword in their right hand, patrolling around with murderous spirit.

Seeing this, Sun Jian couldn't help but take a big breath, he didn't expect that Bo Cai would have such well-equipped Yellow Turban soldiers under him, not inferior to the defenders of their Changshe in the slightest.

Moreover, this group of Yellow Turban soldiers is very full of spirit and momentum, naturally, they are the Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army.

Even though the sound of a horn was already heard in the camp, this group of Yellow Turban soldiers showed no sign of collapse, and they remained loyal to their duties and stuck to their posts.

Soon the pair of yellow turban soldiers approached Sun Jian's side, and the uncle who led the team felt the faint evil aura on Sun Jian's body, frowned slightly, stopped, and said in a deep voice: "Stop, who are you?" ”

Sun Jian looked at the yellow turban soldier in front of him without changing his face, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and he said something in a voice as thin as a mosquito.

Uncle Chang looked at Sun Jian in front of him in surprise, he didn't hear what the other party was saying at all!

Suddenly, a noise was faintly heard coming from the left rear, and it seemed that there was an argument between the Yellow Turban Army.

"Hey, you stepped on my foot, and you didn't say sorry." A middle-aged yellow turban man with a rough face scolded and shouted.

"Hmph, don't you have dog eyes?" The people who knew him behind him naturally helped him and scolded together.

"The, you man, how can you scold people?"

The yellow turban soldier who stepped on people also felt inexplicable, the black light was blinding, how could he suddenly step on someone else's foot.

However, even if I step on you, there is no need to curse!

"What's the matter, I see that you're not happy, can't you!"

said that the middle-aged man went up with an old fist and slammed it on the other party's body.

Naturally, the Yellow Turban soldiers who were beaten were also vegetarians, and there was also a group of familiar Yellow Turban soldiers behind them, and the fights were all villagers, and the two gangs immediately scuffled and became entangled.

The Taiping Demon Dao is spread in the situation of the church, and both sides are fellow villagers and counties, and when they saw that their brothers were being bullied, they couldn't sit idly by, so they rolled up their cuffs and came to help.

The chief also turned around at this time, and sighed slightly when he saw the group of unconscious Yellow Turban soldiers, and he was busy adjusting all kinds of contradictions between them this night.

"Hey, you Guo calf, what's the nerve?" There were familiar Yellow Turban soldiers in the crowd, smiling and looking at the excitement.

"Come, come, come, gamble, a hundred dollars, that blackface is amazing." A roe deer-headed Yellow Turban soldier was already betting on a fight.

"Okay, count me in!"

"I'm betting on Guo Qianzi!"

"I'm optimistic about the little youth!"

。。。

Xiao Nianqing relied on his youth, and knocked Guo Qianzi to the ground with a charge, and then sat on his chest with his butt, and smashed Guo Qianzi's head a few times with both hands in fists.

"Hmph, there's a kind of you killing me-"

"Bang! Bang! After a muffled sound, Guo Qianzi had the strength to breathe.

"Hey, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

The chief unceremoniously pushed away the group of yellow turban soldiers behind him, and said sharply: "There is no discipline, and there is no generosity, the yellow turban is one family in the world, and the conspiracy is to cover the sky." ”

The slogan is actually the most hollow and the most pale and powerless, and the chief separated Guo Qianzi and Xiao Nianqing, with a fierce expression: "What are you doing, no matter how nonsense you are, all of them will be incorporated into the assault battalion." ”

All of a sudden, more Yellow Turban soldiers poured over as spectators, and I had to admire that these Yellow Turban soldiers were still quite good at entertaining themselves, and they were still in the mood to gamble money at this time.

Sun Jian winked at the dead soldiers behind him, and naturally everyone leaned towards the crowded group of Yellow Turban soldiers with a purpose.

"Hey, what are you squeezing?"

A black-faced man turned around and glanced at Sun Jian, and someone with good deeds saw Sun Jian and the group of people behind him, and asked puzzledly: "Wait, these people don't have yellow scarves, and they look raw?" ”

At this time, there were also other Yellow Turban soldiers who saw the clue: "Yes, what kind of queue are they, why are the decorations different?" ”

Just when this group of Yellow Turban soldiers were puzzled, Bo Chang turned around and looked at Sun Jian in front of him suspiciously.

Sun Jian swaggered in, the corners of his mouth grinning, and he didn't know what to say.

"What, what are you talking about, it's louder!"

Uncle Chang subconsciously leaned over, and then, Sun Jian's hand raised and fell, and the ring head knife in his hand slashed through a cold light in mid-air.

Suddenly, the uncle's head was chopped off by Sun Jian, and blood splashed all over him.

It was too late, and the dead soldier behind Sun Jian immediately rushed into the remaining five Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army with a ring-headed sword.

Caught off guard, several Yellow Turban soldiers fell in a pool of blood, many of whom had no ice blades in their hands at all.

At this time, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the top of the arrow tower saw the commotion in the camp, and one of the soldiers blew the howl in his hand.

The other three Yellow Turban soldiers were ready to fly, but the location of Sun Jian's group of dead soldiers was a little remote, and it was dark again.

The archers are a group of illiterate farmers, and they are also driven ducks to the shelves, standing on the top of the arrow tower and pretending to be average.

The Yellow Turban Archer aimed for a long time, "Huh! Shout! Shout! A continuous wave of arrows was set aimlessly around the tent, but did not hit a single dead soldier.

After the chief was killed, the group of Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army was leaderless, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who were surrounded by no fighting spirit and were tired of running for their lives, in a panic, they were killed by Sun Jian and them again.

Sun Jian immediately threw the burning firewood not far away onto the tents, and two of the dead soldiers threw the flaming firewood to the arrow tower.