Liu Zhen and his entourage were still slowly hurrying after Dian Wei joined.

As a result, before he left Yanzhou, he got the news of the resurgence of the yellow turban in Qingzhou.

Hurriedly sped up.

"Childe, look at another group of refugees who have fled." Fang Yue's anxious tone expressed the impatience in his heart, indeed, thousands of people crossed Dong'e and marched eastward, and before they could reach a hundred miles, they had already seen three waves of refugees fleeing to the west.

Liu Zhen was also anxious, not far from Qingzhou, but he found that this Yellow Turban Chaos was so serious.

I don't know what the situation is on Donglai's side. Liu Zhen's heart was more anxious than Fang Yue.

"Uncle, where are we going, the child can't walk anymore, the child is so hungry." A weak and immature voice is not noticeable among the homeless.

A middle-aged man, his clothes were already in tatters, and his deeply sunken eyes showed that the middle-aged man had not rested for a long time, and his face was full of exhaustion.

This damn Yellow Turban thief, what to rob when you see it, the middle-aged man, this group of people, it is when they heard that the Yellow Turban Thief is coming, so they ran lifelessly, they haven't closed their eyes for a few days, and they haven't eaten for a few days, looking at the wilderness where there is not even a single weed, a large number of refugees are limping beyond the West to run, Qingzhou is already in chaos, and hope can only be placed in Yanzhou.

"Xiaofeng, don't stop, it's almost time to Yanzhou, we can rest when we get there, the middle-aged man's sunken eyes flashed with hope.

The child, who was half-crouching on the ground, seemed to have received hope from his uncle's mouth, stood up again, and trotted with difficulty on his immature legs.

"It's not good, look, the yellow turban thief is catching up, everyone run away." I don't know who shouted, and the already chaotic group of refugees became even more chaotic, and everyone ran around like headless flies.

And the group of yellow turban thieves who just caught up, the number is about 2,000, and they rob things when they see them, and what they don't like is a knife that goes down, and their bodies are full of things, and they know how many innocent people they have robbed at a glance.

These days, the killers not only robbed things, but also spared people, except for the stronger men who were forcibly coerced to wait for the reinforcement of soldiers, and all the others that they encountered were wantonly slaughtered.

The middle-aged man looked at the yellow turban thief who was getting closer and closer to him, his heart had reached his throat, and he didn't know where the strength came from at this time, so he picked up his nephew and ran.

It's a pity, how can the refugees outrun these well-fed and well-fed yellow turban thieves, and after a while, the middle-aged man heard the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, as if the sound of death was beckoning to him.

In the miserable screams of the refugees, the warm wind that should have been light is now bloody, as if crying to the heavens about the misery of this world.

The middle-aged man, who was already at the end of his crossbow, his legs were getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes were getting darker and darker, so he finally couldn't run, fell to the ground, pushed the child in his arms forward, and shouted: "Child, run, don't worry about uncle, it's safe to run to Dong'e, it's safe to run to Dong'e!" ”

The sound stopped abruptly, and I saw the man's head fly up with a swish, and he was actually slashed to death by the yellow turban thief, and the child on the ground was obviously frightened, stuck with blood, and at a loss.

Just when the yellow thief showed that gloomy smile and was about to wave the butcher knife at the child, perhaps it was the love of the middle-aged man that touched the heavens, the knife did not fall, and the child did not die, just see that the yellow turban thief was pierced by a spear shining with cold light, and there was no life.

"Look, someone has come to save us, we have been saved, it's the soldiers and horses of the official army!" I don't know who saw this cavalry team of more than 300 people who suddenly came out first, and it turned out to be to save himself. There is hope for all the refugees.

Yes, this army is the Yanzhou soldiers led by Liu Zhen, looking at the refugees all the way, after inquiry, he learned that there were yellow turban thieves chasing after him, so Liu Zhen asked Fang Yue to go first, and he followed behind.

And Fang Yue was now furious, the long hair on the outside of the helmet fluttered with the wind, looking at the inhumane yellow turban thieves in front of him with the eyes of a dead man, and he didn't even let go of the unarmed refugees, these days to kill.

Although Fang Yue is a person from Hanoi, in the face of these tragic deaths of Qingzhou people, he still empathizes, and the hatred in his heart soars.

The Yellow Turban thieves here were sent by Guan Hai to plunder the supplies, most of them were infantry, only a few dozen people rode horses, and looking at their staggered appearance on the horses, the horses must have been robbed, and the riding skills were not exquisite.

At this time, the leader of the Yellow Turban Thieves looked at the group of cavalry that suddenly appeared, although the number was small, but the cold light of the weapons and armor was very frightening, led by a very young general.

The yellow turban thieves also stopped the pursuit of the refugees, and all gathered behind the thief head, although the cavalry in front of them was not as much as their own, but they were all cavalry, and the armor was distinct, at a glance it was a mighty division, regular officers and soldiers, and they all had the intention of retreating.

Seeing that the refugees had fled behind him, Fang Yue's spear pointed directly at the enemy, and he heard the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, and the brush of the horse chopping knife was waved, and the faint sunlight shone on it, flashing a little cold light, which made the morale of the yellow turban thieves on the opposite side a little exhausted.

"Big brother, let's take down the white-robed young general first, and then the army will cover up, and maybe we can grab some ......war horses," a thief who looked like a small leader said to the leader who took the lead.

"Not bad...... If they rush into the formation, it will definitely cause a lot of losses, and our people have no fighting spirit......" Another small leader also agreed.

"Okay, we'll capture this guy, if we can grab a few hundred war horses, I think the commander will give us a lot of rewards!" The leader smiled wildly, obviously not taking the young Fang Yue seriously.

The spear in Fang Yue's hand was already stained with blood, the blood was left from the tip of the spear, dripping to the ground, and more than ten people had died in his hands in a moment, and he obviously didn't intend to contain his momentum, he still galloped wildly, and when the spear was waved, he took away his life.

At this moment, the thief leader led two small leaders towards Fang Yue and killed.

One of the three yellow turban thieves used two knives, and two used spears, just to see the three of them attacking Fang Yue.

Fang Yue naturally also discovered the intentions of the three people, when the three of them were still more than a foot away from Fang Yue, they suddenly attacked, a spear left his hand, and flew towards the person with the double knife, he heard a shout, the spear penetrated the thief general, and Fang Yue suddenly accelerated on horseback, leaned on the horse's back, dodged the double spears of the other two generals, and then got up, just pulled out the spear from the thief general's body.

Listening to the sound of "poof", blood splashed, the enemy general with two knives died together, and the other two saw that the leader was dead, and there was no way to live if they paid back, after all, they were torn alive by the angry Guan Hai. Suddenly, the ferocity became greater, and they attacked Fang Yue one after another, Fang Yue was holding a gun in one hand, and fought hard with one of the thieves, just at the moment of staggering, I saw that Fang Yue's spear suddenly turned in an arc, hitting the back of the head of the other thief, the skull was broken, and he died on the spot.

The remaining thief was already frightened at this moment, turned around and ran, but unfortunately, how could the broken horse snatched under his crotch compare to Fang Yue's good horse? was caught up by Fang Yue and dismounted with one shot.

The yellow turban thief, seeing that his three leaders were killed by the white-robed young general, all of them within three moves, felt a burst of fear in his heart. Although there are many people, where is the courage? All fled in all directions.

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