Liu Wei took a step back. Everyone, including Zhou Cang, also followed his example, and also took a step back in the face of the officers and soldiers who were advancing.

Although the speed of the advance of the officers and men was not very fast, it was much faster than the speed at which Liu Wei and the others retreated, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

"Brothers, run!" When the officers and soldiers advanced to a distance of only more than forty steps from them, Liu Wei turned sideways, looked at the officers and soldiers who were approaching from the corner of his eye, shouted to the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, and rushed towards the valley mouth.

With the word "run", the Yellow Turban soldiers, who had already prepared to retreat, would be delayed, and they all followed Liu Wei and rushed towards the valley mouth.

"Don't let them run, let go of the arrows!" Seeing that Liu Wei and the others suddenly turned around and ran away, knowing that the two sides were carrying different loads, and the pursuit would only get farther and farther, Yan Zheng hurriedly yelled at the officers and soldiers who were advancing forward.

Some officers and soldiers carrying bows and arrows drew short bows from their backs, put on the arrows, pulled the bowstrings hard, and tilted their bodies backwards at a 75-degree angle, aiming at Liu Wei and the others who were rushing towards the valley mouth.

With a light sound of bowstrings, a puff of arrows flew towards Liu Wei and the others whistling against the strong wind.

Fierce winds blew through the canyon and towards the other side of the canyon in the direction in which the arrows were flying. The arrows flying in mid-air were blown crookedly by the Gangfeng wind, and they fell to the ground one after another in a whirlwind more than ten steps away from the backbone of Liu Wei and the others.

Two arrows flew out in a row, and even Liu Wei and the others were not touched, and a soldier ran to Yan Zheng's side, clasped his fists with both hands and reported to him: "General, the wind is too strong, and the arrows can't hit the thief!" ”

"Chase!" The arrows landed one after another, but Liu Wei and the others ran farther and farther, seeing that they were about to run out of the valley, Yan Zheng waved his hand and gave the order to chase.

The officers and soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding large shields have a total of dozens of pounds of equipment on their bodies, while the Yellow Turban soldiers led by Liu Wei are only wearing light leather armor, although there are a few Yellow Turban soldiers carrying the large shields dropped by the officers and soldiers who died in battle, the weight is still much less than that of the officers and soldiers.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers followed behind Liu Wei and the others, and chased them out of the canyon and into the wilderness outside the valley.

Leading dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers to run in front, Liu Wei looked back behind him from time to time, and every time he saw that the officers and soldiers chasing behind him were thrown a little far, he would deliberately slow down and turn from fast running to jogging.

At first, Zhou Cang and dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers thought that he was not physically strong, and when he slowed down, they would follow suit and slow down a little. can repeat the same action several times in a row, and everyone, including Zhou Cang, can't help but have some doubts about Liu Wei's actions.

Glancing behind him again, Liu Wei found that the chasing officers and soldiers had been thrown eighty or ninety steps away, and he slowed down again and jogged leisurely.

"Sir, why don't you get rid of the officers and soldiers in one go?" Liu Wei slowed down again, and Zhou Cang finally couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked him.

Running slowly, Liu Wei looked at the hill that was getting closer and closer in front of him, and said to Zhou Cang: "The evacuation speed of the injured brother must not be fast, if we run away, the officers and soldiers will turn around, and it is very likely to catch up with them, I want to buy time for them." If we act in time, and Yan Zheng is a headless and brainless person, Yuanfu may still have a chance to kill him with his own hands today! ”

Speaking of Yan Zheng, Zhou Cang didn't speak again, he clenched his fists and followed Liu Wei to slowly run towards the hill, which was not very far away.

Liu Wei said that there was a chance to kill Yan Zheng, and Zhou Cang would not doubt it at all. At least since he knew Liu Bian, every time Liu Biao said something, he could finally fulfill it.

Only a few dozen steps away from the hill, Liu Wei looked back again, and saw that the distance between the officers and soldiers and them was less than forty paces, so he quickened his speed and ran wildly towards the hill.

chased until the foot of the mountain, and watched Liu Wei lead people into the mountains and forests. Yan Zheng stopped and raised his hand to stop the pace of the officers and soldiers.

"The thief has gone into the mountains, it is not easy to find, I will wait to go back!" Standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the dense trees on the hill, Yan Zheng waved his hand at the officers and soldiers behind him and gave the order to evacuate.

Just when he was about to withdraw with the officers and soldiers, five or six Yellow Turban soldiers came out of the forest, crossed their hands on their waists, and shouted loudly down the mountain: "Yan Zheng, my husband wants me to ask you, did you see the mountains and forests, and you were scared to pee, and you didn't dare to come in with you?" ”

Looking at the Yellow Turban soldier standing on the edge of the mountain forest, with an arrogant smile on his face, and couldn't stop scolding him, Yan Zheng's brows twisted slightly, the centipede-like thick scar on his face trembled uncontrollably, and a pair of fists were also clenched.

Leading a group of Yellow Turban soldiers into the mountain forest, Liu Wei walked towards the depth of the forest, while carefully observing the surrounding environment.

As he climbed the hillside, Liu Wei saw a tree in front of him wrapped around a lot of turquoise vines, about slightly thicker than his little thumb.

"Cut down all the vines." Seeing the vines, he stopped, pointed forward, and gave an order to the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him.

Dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers hurriedly stepped forward, picked up their blades, and used the tips of their blades to cut the rattans wrapped around the trees.

"With these rattans, Yan Zheng will definitely die here today." Looking at the Yellow Turban soldier who was cutting vines, Liu Wei had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said a word to Zhou Cang on the side.

"How does Sir know that Yan Zheng will definitely chase into the forest?" Zhou Cang was still a little puzzled, Liu Wei was not familiar with Yan Zheng, how could he expect that he would chase into the forest one day.

"Remember when I ran and stopped?" Turning his head to look at Zhou Cang, Liu Wei smiled slightly, and said to him: "Anyone with a little brain would have expected that I was tempting them to chase after me, but Yan Zheng still chased after me without hesitation, and didn't stop until he watched me wait for the mountains and forests to get into the forest." Just now I sent a few brothers to scold outside the forest, if it was someone else, I would definitely not chase it in, but Yan Zheng must be furious, and he had to chase it in. Yuan Fu just waited to kill him with his own hands, but it was a pity that those officers and soldiers who followed him wasted their lives here in vain! ”

Zhou Cang, who had been a yellow scarf with Yan Zheng, naturally knew that although Yan Zheng was insidious, he had no strategy, and Liu Wei's analysis was extremely accurate, which made him have a little more respect for Liu Wei.

It didn't take long for more than a hundred green vines to pile up in front of Liu Wei. The vines were stacked in one place, forming a hill.

Glancing at the vines piled up in front of him, Liu Wei said to Zhou Cang and the yellow turbans who followed Lin Zilai: "There are many officers and soldiers, and they are well-equipped, if we fight hard, we will definitely not be opponents." I'll lay a trap here, and my brothers will follow me and fill this place with traps, and I'll win today! ”

After the battle in the canyon, this group of men had long been convinced by Liu Bian, and before his words fell, dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers surrounded him, and their eyes looked at Liu Bian who bent down to pick up vines from the ground without blinking.

Picking up a vine, Liu Wei straightened it, made a live buckle at one end of the vine, threw it on the ground, turned around and walked towards a small tree not far away.

When he arrived at the small tree, Liu Wei took out his long sword and slashed the trunk of the tree hard, cutting the small tree in a few clicks.

Tearing off the trunk of the tree that was still attached to some bark, Liu Wei took a long sword and cut off a piece of the trunk, sharpened the end of the small section, and then took the piece of wood and walked to a large tree with lush foliage.

After searching on the ground and choosing a stone, Liu Wei squatted two or three steps away from the big tree, waved his hand holding the stone, and smashed the piece of wood into the dirt with all his might.

Wedged the wood, he threw the stone to the ground, pulled over the vine that had been snapped alive, and walked to the edge of the tree.

Putting the end of the live buckle in his mouth, Liu Wei held the thick trunk with both hands, jumped to the tree a few times, and sat on the root of a branch slightly thicker than his wrist.

Leaning forward, he carefully put the looper on the tail of the branch, and pulled the vine hard, the snap suddenly tightened, and tightly clamped the branch.

After tugging at the vine to make sure it was tough enough to bear the weight of one or two people, Liu Wei threw the other end of the vine off the tree and climbed down the trunk himself.

"A few brothers to help." As soon as his feet hit the ground, he picked up the vines hanging under the tree and shouted to the Yellow Turban soldiers standing beside him.

Zhou Cang and five or six Yellow Turban soldiers hurriedly stepped forward, and under Liu Wei's guidance, they pulled the vines hard and bent the branches.

Pulling the tail tip of the vine, Liu Wei hit several chain buckles in a row, and then put the small buckle at the back of the most lull on the wood he had nailed into the soil before, and pulled it hard to make the vine tightly strangled the wood buried in the soil, and then laid a few large buckles flat aside, and a rope noose trap hanging obliquely on the tree was completed.

"See it all?" After setting up a rope trap, Liu Wei stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and asked the men who were watching on the side.

After all, people's comprehension ability is different, some Yellow Turban soldiers have learned how to lay rope traps after watching it, while more men are looking at Liu Bian's traps, with a blank face.

"The one who sees clearly is responsible for laying the trap, and the others are on the sidelines!" From everyone's expressions, Liu Wei had already seen the clue, he waved his hand at the men, and said to them: "Hurry up, we don't have much time!" ”

These Yellow Turban soldiers are not stupid, after Liu Wei gave the order, they asked who had already understood, and a few who did not understand followed one who understood, divided into arrays, and set traps in the nearby woods.

"Sir, they're in!" Not long after the men moved, a lifetime of soft shouts came from behind Liu Wei, and one of the several Yellow Turban soldiers he had arranged for him to scold outside the forest ran back.