"Roar~~"

Guan Hai roared with a tiger, and the long knife in his hand slashed down with a thunderous momentum, killing an officer and soldier general who tried to resist on the spot, and then his eyes were shattered, and he yelled: "Put down your weapon!" ”

"Put down your weapons!"

Seeing Guan Hai's momentum, Zhou Cang ignored his serious injuries, and howled angrily with his arms, and even his unkempt hair stood on end, looking extremely hideous.

"Put down your weapons!"

"Put down your weapons!"

The remnants of the 800 rogues and the remnants of the Yellow Turbans who swarmed from both ends of the long street surrounded Zou Jing and hundreds of officers and legions, waving the steel knives in their hands hoarsely, and the wolf howled in response. During the siege, Zou Jing's face was pale, his eyes were scattered, his face was covered with blood, and he had already lost his usual elegant bearing. Around Zou Jing, hundreds of Nanyang soldiers were like sifting chaff and were frightened, the sheep in the past have now become evil wolves, and the way of the world has really changed.

Defeated, defeated again!

Hit the trick, hit the trick again!

Ma Yue, damn Ma Yue, Zou Jing suddenly felt a blackness in front of him, and his blood surged and fell from the horse.

"Dang!"

Zou Jingren did not land, the sword in his hand was the first to hit the ground, and it hit the hard bluestone slab with a crisp sound, and the officers and soldiers who were waiting for the order of the main general breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly threw away the blade in his hand.

Won, finally won! Zhou Cang let out a long sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a blackness in front of him, and his already indestructible body immediately collapsed like a shelf, and his legs fell to the ground with a soft sound. A yellow turban thief rushed forward to help Zhou Cang, but he only took a step forward, and also fell to the ground with the servant, a wisp of dirty blood slowly poured out from the corner of his mouth, flushing the ground, and his originally bright eyes dimmed in an instant, forever losing their brilliance......

"Puff~~"

The sound of bodies falling to the ground sounded one after another, and more than half of the more than 300 remnants of the Yellow Turban soldiers who blocked the north end of the long street fell to the cold ground.

After the eight hundred Liukou, Ma Yue's deep eyes suddenly flashed a strange look, what a good man! These iron-clad men! They did not die under the swords of the officers and soldiers, but they died of hunger and cold! Turning around suddenly, Ma Yuesen stared at Liu Yan, the look in his eyes was colder than the cold void.

"Save these brothers at all costs!"

……

Outside Fuyang City, the young Wen Ping was urging the horse to gallop south, and when the fire of Fuyang City was about to disappear into the night and merge with the dark sky, Wen Ping suddenly turned around, and his bright black eyes revealed a trace of sadness, three points of unwillingness and six points of hatred.

Before breaking out of the siege, Zou Jing's last roar still echoed in his ears.

"Quick! Hurry up and go out of the city, go to Suixian to find General Huang Zhong, and order him to lead the army back to rescue Fuyang! ”

Fuyang, I'll come back when I'm hired.

Brother-in-law, Wen Ping swears that he will save you from the hands of the Eight Hundred Liukou.

Ma Yue, you wait, one day, I will personally cut off your head!

"Drive!"

Wen Ping whipped the horse on the stock fiercely, the mount was in pain, and the chief of the law neighed, let go of the four hooves and ran southward, and after a while, one person and one rider disappeared into the vast night.

……

"Bang!"

Guan Hai flew up with a kick, kicked the closed door open, and the little official hiding behind the door couldn't dodge, and the pop-up door flew out upside down on the spot, hitting the stone wall behind him, only to hear a pop, a head has been shattered like a watermelon, and the red and white things splashed on the wall.

Ma Yue stood behind Guan Hai and looked around, only to see that the fire pond in the house was burning, standing outside the door could feel the warmth, next to the fire pond there was a soft couch, on the soft couch lying on his back, his eyes were open, his expression was hideous, the blazing flames were reflected in his dark pupils, it was as terrifying as a ghost fire.

"Qin Jie!"

Ma Yue's eyes widened in an instant, it turned out to be Qin Jie! As early as when he followed Liu Pi to attack Jianyang and failed, Ma Yue recognized Qin Jie, when Qin Jie was standing at the head of Jianyang City, scolding Liu Pi, and actually vomiting blood on the spot when Liu Bi was scolded, from then on, Ma Yue remembered Qin Jie's appearance.

Qin Jie is actually in Fuyang, no wonder he left a full 1,000 soldiers and horses in Fuyang, the fate is like this!

Guan Hai strode into the house and kicked Qin Jie's crotch, Qin Jie's body bounced, [***] like a piece of wood, and it was lifeless.

"Bossie, you're dead!"

"Dead!?"

Ma Yue was stunned again, and slowly walked to Qin Jie's soft couch, only to see a wisp of dirty blood hanging from the corner of Qin Jie's mouth, the silk quilt on his body, and on the ground, and his chest were all red, and the blood stains were still not dry. Gradually, Ma Yue's frowning brows began to relax, and a cold smile began to condense at the corners of Ma Yue's mouth, Ma Yue turned to Guan Hai and said in a deep voice: "Old Guan, do you know who he is?" ”

Guan Hai didn't recognize Qin Jie, and asked, "Who is it?" ”

Ma Yue sneered: "This person is the commander of the Nanyang soldiers, Nanyang Taishou - Qin Jie!" ”

"What, he is Nanyang Taishou Qin Jie!?"

Guan Hai's eyes sharpened, and he pulled out his sword with the intention of cutting off Qin Jie's head to relieve his hatred, this executioner, I don't know how many Yellow Turban brothers were cut off by him, even if he dies today, he has to take a breath of evil for the brothers who died.

"Slow down!" Ma Yue grabbed Guan Hai's arm and said, "Don't be busy with the head, keep his whole corpse, I have my own tricks!" ”

"Leave him all dead for birds?"

"Attack Wancheng, he has to be."

"Oh, if you keep him, you're going to attack Wancheng?" Guan Hai muttered, and only reacted after a few seconds, glared at Ma Yue, and asked in surprise, "What?" What are you talking about, Bozzy? Raid...... Attack Wancheng? You're saying that we're going to attack Wancheng next? ”

"Yes, we are going to attack Wancheng next!" Ma Yue said, "And it will definitely come down!" ”

Guan Hai was awe-inspiring, what Ma Yue said was too terrifying, I think that at the beginning, Zhang Mancheng besieged Wancheng with hundreds of thousands of yellow scarves, which took several months, and 100,000 casualties before capturing Wancheng, and now Ma Yue's men only have 800 Liukou, and they actually want to attack Wancheng, and they are confident that they will be able to conquer it!?

However, since following Ma Yue to become a rogue, Ma Yue has brought too much incredible to Guan Hai. Many things are impossible to think of with Guan Hai's simple head, but in the end, Ma Yue did it? Let's just say that this time, Guan Hai and Pei Yuanshao both felt that it was impossible to defeat Fuyang, because the Nanyang soldiers not only had a strong city to defend, but also had an advantage in troops, but Ma Yue didn't do it in the end?

As long as Ma Yue said it, there is nothing he can't do! Guan Hai stared at Ma Yue deeply, only to feel the hot blood in his body boiling for a while, and a strong feeling churned violently in his chest, and he was so excited that he wanted to turn the world over and trample the entire Han Empire under his feet......

Ma Yue's face was gloomy, his eyes were like a blazing gaze looking north, the cold wind blew on his body, and the whole figure was frozen like a thousand-year-old ancient pine. It does sound crazy to want to attack Wancheng with only 800 Liukou, but Ma Yue is well thought out, and it is definitely not a whim or hot-headedness! As the saying goes, there are times when small stones smash large clay pots, and although there are few people in the eight hundred Liukou, they may be able to conquer Luoyang City one day. Who can predict what will come, and who will dare to predict it? Everything just depends on the fate and the situation.

There is naturally a reason why Ma Yue is so confident that he can attack Wancheng.

First of all, Wancheng guards against emptiness!

Zhu Jun's army has gone north to Jizhou, the traitor Han Zhong's department has been slaughtered again, the Nanyang soldiers under Qin Jie's command are only more than 6,000 people in total, 3,000 were taken to Suixian by Huang Zhong, and the 1,000 left in Fuyang have collapsed, and finally there are more than 2,000 people left, not only to garrison Wancheng, but also to divide troops to guard Jianyang and Yuyang counties. Up to 1,000 people!

Secondly, Ma Yue still has Qin Jie's trump card in his hand! Although Qin Jie is dead, there are few people who know the news of his death at the moment, if at this time, suddenly there is a whole army of officials and soldiers supporting Qin Jie's coffin to return to Wancheng, even if the officers and soldiers who protect the spirit are unfamiliar, but Qin Jie's body is real, will the officers and soldiers defending the city open the city to welcome or reject the city?

Poor Qin Jie, if he dies, he will be used again, I don't know if Izumi will be angry and live, and then die again?

ps: The swordsman drove for a whole day today, dizzy and exhausted. I have to stay up late at night to play the list, which is really not a human life. For the sake of the swordsman who is about to be tired and vomit blood, everyone will vote for one or two, three or four votes, and readers in the conditions should vote for a few votes after the data is refreshed in the early morning, and the swordsman has tears in his eyes and is here to make a gesture to everyone......

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