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The clay pots flew through the air, and some of them smashed on the wall above the gate of the county government before they hit the ground. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 There was a click, and the clay pot shattered, and a puff of white powder spilled down.

The powder drifted away, and the hood hung over the soldiers who had just rushed through the gate.

"Bang dang!"

"Bang dang!"

At this point, the clay pots in the sky either crashed into the wall and cracked, or smashed into the soldier's head, or fell to the ground and cracked. After the dense clay pots were broken, white powder fluttered up, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Near the gate, it was shrouded in white powder.

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes hurt so much!"

"My eyes too, damn it, what is this?"

"Ho-ho, my throat hurts!"

The yellow turban thieves shrouded in white powder were attacked one after another. There were Yellow Turban soldiers who directly inhaled white powder, and there were Yellow Turban soldiers whose eyes were splashed with white powder, all of them screaming continuously.

"It's lime, it's lime. The officers and soldiers are too vicious, so ruthless. ”

Among the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans, there was a constant scream.

Mi Zhu looked coldly at the Yellow Turban soldiers trapped in the lime dust, his eyes calm and calm. When he was taking inventory, he found the lime in the storeroom and used it all.

It's also good to be able to stop the Yellow Turbans for a little time.

Qian Xue saw it in her eyes, and there was a smile in her eyes.

This trick is not bad.

Countless peas fall to the ground, causing the Yellow Turbans to slip and fall when they step on them.

The lime powder was sprinkled and the yellow turban thief was injured.

Although Mi Zhu's methods are difficult to reach the elegant hall, in the square inch of the county yamen, it can play a very good effect, and can effectively block the attack of the yellow turban thieves.

Mi Zhu watched the Yellow Turban Thief struggle and waited quietly.

He knew very well that it was impossible to stop the other party with peas and lime powder alone.

"A bunch of soft eggs, get out of the way and let Lao Tzu come."

Outside the gate, a burly man walked in with a mace. The man squinted, then walked straight inside. He advanced step by step, even though there were peas on the ground, but he couldn't stop the man.

Mi Zhu raised his hand and said, "Archer, release the arrow!" ”

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

Inside the hall, the archers in ambush opened their bows and fired.

The dense bow and arrow shot forward, quickly and suddenly, and shot into the man's body with a thud. In an instant, the man was shot into a sieve, and he fell to the ground with his head up.

Blood flowed, and the man was killed directly.

The rest of the bows and arrows passed through the dwellings, and also shot the Yellow Turban soldiers.

For a time, the offensive of the Yellow Turban soldiers was once again blocked, and the losses were even heavier.

"Is this just a few dozen steps away? Rush me, rush in, money and women. ”

Outside the gate of the county office, the general of the Yellow Turban Thief shouted loudly.

One by one, the yellow turban thieves kept charging and entered the county government. They endured the peas on the ground, the lime floating in the air, and charged quickly, constantly closing the distance.

"Kill!"

The Yellow Turban Thief roared, and waves of people charged, closing the distance.

Mi Zhu ordered: "Archer, shoot!" ”

Dense rain of arrows shot out from inside the gate, arcing through the air, and then shooting into the Yellow Turban Thieves, reaping the lives of one by one.

The fight between the two sides became more and more intense.

The archers were all full of strength, and the Yellow Turban thieves were also fierce and rushed forward.

One side must resist, and the other side must attack.

One by one, corpses fell under the rain of arrows, lying on the ground, bleeding and revealing a hideous scene. Like the tide of yellow turban thieves rushed forward overwhelmingly, although countless people were killed and injured, the peas on the ground gradually disappeared, and the lime powder also lost its effect.

The distance between the two sides is constantly shortening.

Five!

Sizhang!

Sanzhang!

When the distance between the two sides was less than three feet, Mi Zhu chuckled in his heart and twitched violently for a moment, because the situation was becoming more and more tense and unfavorable. Mi Zhu's eyes widened, and he yelled, "Pikemen, kill!" ”

In an instant, the pikemen at the gate rushed forward in formation.

There were two hundred pikemen, in a row of twenty people, in formation.

"Kill!"

One of the marquis in charge of the pikemen yelled, and when he yelled, all the pikemen immediately roared.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The neat shouts continued to resound in the county office.

Two hundred pikemen stepped forward, spear after spear stabbing out.

"Flutter! Flutter! ”

The tip of the spear poked into the body of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and in an instant, the Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed forward were killed and wounded. The spearmen's attack was direct and decisive, cutting off the Yellow Turbans' attack.

"Damn, a small county government is still resisting, it's just looking for death. Kill me! My Duan Afu's soldiers are not a bad breed. ”

At the gate, the leader of the Yellow Turban Thieves roared.

Duan Afu was holding a mace in his hand, and he quickly rushed forward and killed in front of the pikemen.

"Whew!"

The mace whistled in the air and slammed down.

"Bell! Clang! ”

The spear that stabbed out of the rod was hit by the mace, and it was directly deflected. Then, the mace continued to fall, smashing into the head of one of the pikemen.

"Poof!"

The brain thighs shattered, and blood splattered.

Duan Afu swept his mace and swung away the spears stabbed by the soldiers around him.

However, as soon as he swung away, another spear stabbed him in the chest.

"Whew! Shout! ”

The tip of the spear broke through the air, and a whistling sound hung in the air and stabbed at Duan Afu.

At this moment, Duan Afu was difficult to resist. With a solemn expression, he hurriedly stepped back, avoiding the spear that stabbed him. As soon as Duan Afu retreated, the pikemen rushed forward again.

Duan Afu retreated, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were also killed by the pikemen.

The equipment of the Yellow Turban soldiers was too much worse than that of the officers and soldiers. They win in quantity, not in the quality of each soldier. At present, two hundred pikemen are showing their might in the courtyard of the county office, and although there are many Yellow Turban soldiers, they can't all rush in for a while, and they can't play the greatest role.

Duan Afu retreated one after another, completely angry. He looked at the soldier and yelled, "Kill, kill me." ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers under his command kept rushing forward.

Mi Zhu looked at the sprinting Yellow Turban soldiers, his eyes were still calm, and there was no trace of turmoil. He is also a man who has gone through storms, and at this time, calmness is the most important thing.

Mi Zhu watched the pikemen keep blocking the yellow turban thief, and his eyes looked forward to it.

The longer the time drags on, the better it will be for him.

Little by little, the pikemen pushed forward and drove the Yellow Turban Thief out. After nearly a quarter of an hour of stalemate, the pikemen drove Duan Afu and his Yellow Turban soldiers to the gate.

However, the pikemen lost a quarter of their soldiers, leaving just over a hundred remaining.

Duan Afu's expression was cold, and he yelled: "Damn, I don't believe you can hold on." Sons, kill me. After you kill it, you want women to have women, and you want money and wealth. ”

Duan Afu, who was furious, kept waving the mace in his hand, encouraging the soldiers to rush forward.

The Yellow Turban Thieves and the Pikemen fought in the five zhang inside the gate. The battle became more and more fierce, and there were already cold corpses lying on the ground.

A puddle of blood flowed, staining the ground in the courtyard a dark red. The stalemate in the situation has caused more and more soldiers to die on both sides.

After the war, it gradually favored the Yellow Turban soldiers, because Mi Zhu had fewer and fewer soldiers available.