Picking at Yan Zheng's neckline and lifting the paralyzed Yan Zheng a little, Zhou Cang's eyes widened, and he shouted to those officers and soldiers who had not lost their combat effectiveness: "Yan Zheng has been captured, those who try to resist in vain, kill!" ”

There were more than 400 officers and men who entered the forest, and after a battle, there were less than 100 people who still had combat effectiveness.

After all, the group of Yellow Turban soldiers led by Liu Wei had a small number of people, and they had a hard fight with the officers and soldiers, and they also paid a heavy price of more than a dozen deaths and almost all of them were injured.

The two sides of the fight stopped the movements in their hands, and both the officers and soldiers and the Yellow Turban soldiers turned their eyes to Zhou Cang, who was holding Yan Zheng's neckline in one hand and a long sword in the other, standing on the spot like a huge stone sculpture.

The forest, which was still full of shouts and screams of killing and screaming just now, suddenly fell silent, and only the injured were still making a weak snort.

"Those who remove their armor and blades can leave on their own!" The silence did not last long, Liu Wei knew that the main force of officers and soldiers could not be too far from here, and that if he delayed here for a while, it would be more dangerous, so he took two steps forward and shouted at those officers and soldiers who were still standing on the battlefield.

The remaining 100 officers and soldiers looked at each other, obviously not believing what Liu Wei said. Putting down their weapons means giving up resistance, if the Yellow Turban soldiers suddenly attack, they can only be slaughtered like a group of pigs without their blades!

However, the main general has been captured by Zhou Cang, and although the Yellow Turban soldiers are few in number, their fierce fighting style is a chill for these officers and soldiers when they think about it.

The two sides confronted each other for a while, and finally one of the officers and soldiers hesitated to untie his armor, threw his shield, weapon, armor and helmet on the ground, and slowly retreated a few steps backwards.

Someone took the lead, and the remaining officers and soldiers did not delay for too long, all the officers and soldiers took off their armor, and some of them did not forget to pick up their wounded comrades who fell to the ground and snorted miserably when they left.

With his hands behind his back, Liu Wei watched the movements of the officers and soldiers with no expression on his face, and nearly 100 officers and soldiers took off their armor and carried their wounded companions to the outside of the forest.

It wasn't until the figures of these officers and soldiers disappeared into the woods that Liu Wei said to the Yellow Turban soldiers who were still alive: "Change into the clothes and armor of the officers and soldiers, and each of them bring an extra set for the brothers who left first, and don't forget to bring water and food." ”

General Zhou...... For the sake of you and I once ate in a pot stove...... Yan Zheng, who was knocked out by Zhou Cang, woke up leisurely at this time, he knelt on the ground, tilted his head, looked at Zhou Cang pitifully, and wanted to beg Zhou Cang to spare his life.

Zhou Cang glanced at Yan Zheng coldly, reached out and lifted the long sword, put it on his neck, and slashed hard.

The sharp blade cut Yan Zheng's throat, and a stream of dark red blood immediately shot out, and Yan Zheng's throat made a few "gurgling" sounds, and after Zhou Cang let go, he collapsed to the ground softly.

Slit his throat, Zhou Cang did not stop there, but held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed at his neck.

The blood-stained head fell from Yan Zheng's neck, Zhou Cang bent down, pulled his hair in a bun, lifted the head high, and shouted loudly towards the woods: "Honggu, Yuanfu avenged you today!" ”

Liu Wei, who was standing not far away, did not stop Zhou Cang's shout, he could understand Zhou Cang's mood at the moment. The beloved woman died in the hands of Yan Zheng, and hibernated in Taojiazhuang for three years, and it was not until three years later that she took revenge.

Holding Yan Zheng's head in one hand and a blood-stained sword in the other, Zhou Cangmian stood in the direction of Taojiazhuang, and his back seemed so vicissitudes at this moment.

"Sir, what should you do with these officers and soldiers?" Following Liu Wei's instructions, everyone changed into the clothes and armor of the officers and soldiers, and Liu Wei also re-bandaged the wounds, and a yellow turban soldier ran in front of him, raised his hand and pointed to the officers and soldiers hanging on the tree and asked.

Raising his head and glancing at the more than 100 officers and soldiers hanging from the trees, Liu Wei said lightly to the Yellow Turban soldiers who asked him for instructions: "Don't pay attention to them, leave them here, if there are officers and soldiers here, they should not be killed, if no one comes here, then you can only blame them for their bad lives!" Tell the brothers, if the lightly injured help the seriously injured, we should leave here quickly, and not a single living brother should be left behind, even if he has broken his hands and feet and cannot walk, as long as there is still a breath left, he must take him on the road with him. ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers answered, ran to those who were less wounded, and conveyed Liu Wei's order.

After taking everyone around the forest for a small half circle, Liu Biancai chose an inconspicuous gentle slope and ran down the hillside.

After killing Yan Zheng, Zhou Cang was more calm than before. He kept his brows tightly locked all the way, and he didn't even say half a word.

Out of this mountain forest, Liu Wei looked up at the sky. The sun, obscured by a thin haze, hung in the sky, past noon.

From the early morning when they descended the mountain and rushed to the gorge, they fought until the afternoon, and they had been fighting with the officers and men for several hours.

He led more than 30 still alive Yellow Turban soldiers towards the hill where they were stationed the night before, and looked back at Liu Wei as he walked.

Three of the Yellow Turbans had been cut off during the battle, and although their wounds had been strangled and bandaged with sackcloth, they were no longer able to walk on their own and had to be carried on the backs of their companions.

Standing sideways, Liu Wei watched men who had changed into the clothes and armor of officers and soldiers pass in front of him.

Walking at the back of the road was a man with a serious injury.

This man was wearing heavy armor and armor, which tightly wrapped his body, and he couldn't see where he was injured, but every time he took a step, his waist would involuntarily fall up, and every time he fell his waist, he would break out in cold sweat on his aching forehead, and his mouth would sob.

The lower leg of the wounded person lying on his back was cut off at the knee, and the bottom of the broken calf was wrapped in a thick linen cloth, and a thick cloth strip was tightly tied on top of the linen cloth to block the blood flow.

The linen cloth that covered the wound had been soaked with blood, and the blood around the cloth had also coagulated, showing a red and black color, and the blood that escaped through the linen cloth fell to the ground drop by drop, and disappeared in a thick deep grass.

"I'll carry it!" Seeing that the man's back was difficult, Liu Wei took a step forward, pulled the corner of the wounded clothes on his back and said: "Everyone takes turns carrying the seriously injured brother, and they will soon be able to reach the mountain where they were stationed last night, and no one will be too difficult." ”

His move surprised both the man who carried the man and the man who was carried, and the man who carried the man subconsciously took two steps back, shook his head again and again and said with a panicked face: "How can Mr. do such a rough thing?" The villain is not tired! ”

Lying on the back of this man, the injured man who was about to pass out due to excessive blood loss suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head forcefully, and said to Liu Wei weakly: "The villain is a cheap life, how dare you ask Mr. to carry it?" Please give the villain a sword, die happily, and Mr. cherishes the villain! ”

Zhou Cang, who had walked forward for a while, and the men all stopped when they heard what they said, and looked back at Liu Wei and the two men.

"What did you say!" Liu Wei glared at the two men, followed two steps, helped the seriously injured man down, turned around and carried him on his back, and then said to everyone present: "You all have to remember that after today's two battles, each of you is my brother and a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with me on the battlefield!" I will not leave any of my brothers alive to the enemy! My brother who Liu Wei approves, as long as there is still a breath left, I will also take him back! ”

"I'll carry it!" As Liu Wei was talking, Zhou Cang had already walked quickly in front of him, stretched out his hand to pull the injured patient who was carried by him, and said to Liu Bian: "Mr. is also injured, and so-and-so's body is very healthy, so come and carry it!" ”

Liu Wei did not stop Zhou Cang, and let Zhou Cang carry the injured man from his back and carry it over.

The wound on the shoulder blade was faintly painful because of the exertion just now, and even if he forced himself to carry the wounded person forward, he probably wouldn't be able to go far.

Except for the wounded on their backs, the others all carried two sets of officers and men's equipment, and the speed of the procession was very slow, and it took them half an hour to see the hill where they had been stationed last night.

It has been most of the day since Tang Ji was left on the mountain, and a daughter's family has been sitting on a tree for so long, Liu Wei feels a little uneasy.

"Brothers, hold on, we're almost there!" Glancing at the mountain in the distance, Liu Wei beckoned to the men who followed behind him, and his steps were a little bigger.

Dressed in heavy hard leather armor, holding a large shield half a man high, and carrying wounds on his shoulder blades, it takes a lot of strength to make every step of the way. But when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Liu Wei still climbed along the gentle slope to the mountain without stopping at all.

When they went down the mountain, they made a good mark, and when they saw that they were about to arrive at the station, everyone's hearts were relieved. The battle ended in their victory.

A poorly equipped Yellow Turban Army of more than 100 men was able to defeat two groups of well-armed officers and soldiers who were far outnumbered and well-equipped, and I am afraid that if word spread out of the news, few people in the whole world would believe it.

While Liu Wei and the others were climbing towards the hill where they were stationed, in the mountain forest where they had just fought, a middle-aged military attache wearing a small armor piece of military armor, white skin, and a wisp of goatee floating on his chin was standing in this bloodstained forest, frowning, watching a group of officers and soldiers loosen the people hanging from the trees.

"General Jia, I've been looking around." An officer and soldier ran to the side of the military attaché, clasped his fists and bowed to him and said, "No trace of the abandoned thief has been found!" ”