The remnant sun, the woods, the yellow scarves on their heads, the refugee-like crowd flocked to a wheat field.

"The Yellow Turban Thief is coming, the Yellow Turban Thief is coming!" In the village, dozens of young and old people shouted loudly. Frightened and retreating, some of the bold ones picked up hoes, sticks and the like and roared in front of the refugee crowd, trying to stop the food grabbers. However, the sporadic resistance was like a small stone thrown into the sea for these hungry Yellow Turban rebels, whose eyes were almost green, and they couldn't even turn up a wave.

Woo-------

The sound of the trumpet appears distant and desolate in the setting sun.

Rushing......

Herod...

Two cavalry armies, one far away and one near, approached from both sides. The iron armor on the soldier's body looked unusually cold in the setting sun. After several battles and training during this period, these cavalrymen have become qualified soldiers, ruthless and iron-blooded. The horse's hooves marched slowly, and the heavy sound of the horse's hooves on the ground seemed to knock on people's hearts, which made people depressed and seemed to be breathless.

Qiang, Qiang, Qiang......

The long knife is out of the sheath, and there are still blood stains on the blade, this is already the second Yellow Turban rebel army encountered, or some displaced people who are forced by life and have to be thieves.

"Kill!" On the back of the jet-black horse, Chen Qiong turned the ring knife down with a cold expression. The two cavalry began to slowly accelerate, like two giant flesh and blood stumbling machines, plowing through the chaos. Everywhere they passed, heads were rolling and blood was pouring all over the ground. Hundreds of iron horsemen trampled on it, and it was already difficult to find a few slightly better corpses.

Chen Qiong sat upright on the horse's back, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes. In the final analysis, these are just displaced people who have lost their livelihoods, just a group of ordinary people. If you can have enough to eat and a place to live, no one will want to live like this. Faced with this situation, Chen Qiong can feel the cruelty of this troubled world more and more. He had no choice, the mediocre and absurd Emperor Han Ling was in control, the world was changing, and all states and counties were stockpiling grain.

Due to the Yellow Turban Rebellion, a large number of fields were abandoned, and the people were coerced by the Yellow Turban Army and did not produce. In fact, under the scourge of corrupt officials and natural disasters, these people have never had the right to make their own choices.

Chen Qiong organized a cantonment in the area from Luyuan to Junzhi, and there were more than 10,000 troops to raise, and a large amount of grain was needed to survive until next year's harvest. And there were nearly 200,000 Yellow Turban rebels entrenched in the Gepi area alone, although Chen Qiong killed Bai Jue and defeated Liu Shi. But those old and weak women and children who are cannon fodder are still there, and Runan County simply cannot afford such a large number of refugees. Moreover, with the storage of these cannon fodder, Runan's cantonment is under the threat of the other party all the time.

If it weren't for Bao Hong being killed by him, Bao Hong would not frown even if he killed all these people, this is the Han Doctor's perception of the chaotic army.

Suddenly, most of the more than 10,000 cannon fodder of the Yellow Turban Army in front of him had been killed, and some of them were crying and fleeing in all directions.

"Kill!" In the midst of the chaos, there was a sudden shout of killing, and I saw a group of nearly two thousand strong people mixed in the ranks, and when the cavalry got a little closer, they were killed. As the first step, his face was angry, his body was short and strong, his shoulders were more than a foot wider than ordinary people, and he was holding a pair of spiked iron hammers, looking at its weight, it was not slightly lighter than Pei Yuanshao. The hammer fluttered lightly in his hand, as if it were nothing. The first one rode a hundred men and swept away the horses, and was knocked away by the hammer.

Ho! The general screamed strangely, and the sledgehammer swung so fast in the air that it produced an afterimage, and the spiked hammer struck the horse's head.

Rumble! Before the horse could scream, its head was smashed and collapsed, sending a cloud of dust.

The stout general screamed, took two steps forward, and struck the head of the fallen cavalry with a hammer, and the metal slammed into each other, and the helmet flew diagonally, deformed like papier-mâché. And the head of the cavalry was actually blown away along with the helmet, and it exploded in the deformed helmet, and the death was so miserable that people were sorry for it. Even the Yellow Turban Army did not dare to get too close to this fierce and evil man, lest he be injured by mistake.

The stout stutter shook his eyes and flew with his hammers, killing four or five horses in succession, and three horsemen were in different places. Even the momentum of the cavalry attacking here has been stopped, and with his own strength, he can stop the power of the cavalry charge, and this short and strong general can be counted!

Boom! The hammer of the stubble that strode towards the fallen cavalry was held up by a long knife, and no matter how hard it used, even his face turned red, the sword remained unmoved. The short and sturdy general raised his head in shock, and after dozens of battles with the officers and soldiers, no less than 100 officers and soldiers died under his hammer. There has never been a man on horseback who has a fierce face, a thick waist and ten girths, and strong arms, who can take his hammer lightly.

"Eat another hammer!" The stout general roared, retracted the sledgehammer, and swung the hammer continuously.

Boom...

Between the swords and hammers, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sound was piercing, which made the ears of ordinary people unbearable, whether it was the Yellow Turban sergeant or the official cavalry, they all avoided it.

"But Erl!" There is no doubt that Chen Qiong's subordinates can easily stop this person is only Xu Chu, even if Chen arrives, it will not be easy to defeat this short and strong general. Xu Chu snorted coldly, his eyes were clear. With the swing of the sword, the cavalry behind him was like mercury, separated from both sides, and swept towards the left and right flanks of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Hey!" The two fought for more than 20 rounds, and the short and sturdy general rose up with all his strength, got up and rose nearly half a zhang, and the whole person rose in the air, and hit Xu Chu's head with a hammer. This hammer struggled with the strength of the whole body, and it was also extraordinarily exerted, the power was a few points more than in the past, the other party was cavalry, if the battle was not won, there was no chance to escape, and the short and strong infantry general did not expect that there were such powerful people in the official army, if he did not work hard at this time, I am afraid that there is no worry about the battlefield, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but fight hard.

Xu Chu's face was solemn, this short and sturdy general turned out to be more and more courageous, and he was extremely fierce, even he couldn't ignore it.

"Good time!" After the solemnity, Xu Chu's eyes flashed with excitement, it was the first time he had fought so happily, Chen Zhi may not be worse than this person, but Chen Zhi is a skill type, if you talk about strength, you are not as good as this short and stout. This kind of collision of forces can make Xu Chu feel hearty. Xu Chu put his hand on the horse, and the huge body even left the horse's back and rose like a hill. The big knife in his hand slashed an arc in the air, and the sword was even more dazzling than the remnant sun in the sky.

The two weapons collided. Xu Chu returned to the horse, but the stout general fell back to the ground, and retreated five or six steps in a row before stopping, the stout general couldn't help but look shocked, his killer pincer chain hammer, but he didn't expect to be forcibly interrupted by the other party before he cast a hammer. The right arm was extremely sore, and he couldn't lift half of his strength for a while.