"You ......" The yellow turban Xiaoqu Shuai lowered his head, looking at the blade inserted into his chest and abdomen, the sharp pain from his body tormented his nerves, and the eye-catching and warm blood flowed down, dripping and dripping, just for a moment, the ground in this tent was drenched, and blood was everywhere.

There was surprise in his eyes, and he didn't seem to dare to believe that Zhang Banxian, the envoy who came here from Julu, would attack him, and it was in full view of everyone. Xiao Qu Shuai was stunned for a moment, fell to his knees, raised his head, looked at it with confused eyes, and pointed at Zhang Banxian with trembling fingers, "You...... Why ......"

"That's a lot of nonsense." Zhang Banxian smiled coldly, raised his foot, kicked towards the former's chest, and pulled out the blade, bringing out a puddle of blood that bloomed in the tent.

In his eyes, there was no hesitation, as if what was slaughtered was nothing more than pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep. In fact, it is true, those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die, maybe Zhang Banxian will not kill this Xiaoqu Shuai so easily in peacetime, but this is in wartime, it is natural to take a different approach, since he wants someone to jump out to fight against him, then he will not leave his hand, Liwei is at this moment.

Zhang Man woke up in a coma when he was seriously injured, and the second person, Zhang Niujiao, is not here now, even if he is, I believe that as long as he moves out of Zhang Jiao's banner, he will obey the order. These two people are not existences that can easily move their hands, so Zhang Banxian will not do it, as for the others, only whoever jumps out will die, he occupies the righteousness, and naturally he will not be afraid of blood!

Many Xiaoqu Shuai in the camp were shocked by this scene, and they didn't react yet, and when they came back to their senses, they saw this Zhang Mancheng's confidant Xiao Qu Shuai lying on the ground in a dejected manner, and there was no sound at all.

"You, how dare you do this? This is a brother in the sect, why would you be so ruthless?! Someone stood up and asked Zhang Banxian sharply.

On the other side, Xiaoqu Shuai also stood up and echoed: "Zhao He obviously just said that he would decide when Zhang Dashuai came, if you do this, there is still us Zhang Dashuai in your eyes?" Or do you have orders from General Tiangong? If you have it, take it out, and if you don't, I'll ask you why? Even if you are the envoy, it makes sense for us to stab this matter to General Tiangong! ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!" The generals of the Yellow Turban Army in the other fields all echoed indignantly. Several of them were still staring at Zhang Banxian, their hands were already pressed on the scabbard, and they would pull out their knives whenever something was wrong, even if they drew their knives with Zhang Banxian, the envoy, they wouldn't care. For them, their own lives are the most important thing, even if the real yellow sky finally comes, it will be useless for them to see it.

More people kept a distance from Zhang Banxian, and at this distance, even if Zhang Banxian suddenly became difficult, they could react immediately, and they would not be as aggrieved as the Xiaoqu Shuai died just now.

"Oh?" Zhang Banxian's eyes were empty, a dangerous cold light flashed from his eyes, and the long knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and blood beads continued to drip from the tip of the blade, and dots of mottled bloomed on the ground.

His chest rose and fell, looking at these Yellow Turban Xiaoqu Shuai who were secretly on guard, although Zhang Banxian was disdainful, but just now it was already the strongest attack he could send, and he would take the life of a Yellow Turban Xiaoqu Shuai in an instant. Now let him continue, it is powerless, under the premise of everyone's vigilance, it is not so simple to kill again.

The palm holding the knife trembled slightly, no one could find Zhang Banxian's current external strength and middle strength, and after a while, his palm tightly grasped the handle of the long knife. Unscrupulous, the current Zhang Banxian is unscrupulous, even if he can't fight against any of the Xiaoqu Shuai and generals present now, but he is not afraid of being killed by them. He has confidence, not only because no one dares to do anything to him as an envoy, but also because of the Yellow Turban wrestlers assigned to him by Zhang Jiao he brought. After Zhang Mancheng fell into a coma, no one in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army could command the Yellow Turban Warriors, and these Yellow Turban Warriors were the most powerful elite combat force in the entire army.

Almost as long as Zhang Banxian gave an order, they were able to slaughter all the people in this camp, because when these people came to the camp, it was when they were most vulnerable, and without the protection of soldiers around them, it would be easy to kill them. It's just that Zhang Banxian will not choose to do this unless he has to, what he has to do is to retain the combat power of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army to the greatest extent, because these people may become his subordinates in the near future.

"Why am I unreasonable?" Zhang Banxian asked with a smile, his amiable face made people suspect that the person who killed just now seemed to be another person.

Many of the people present had also seen Zhang Banxian in Julu and had come into contact with him, and at that time they completely felt that this was a bookish character. But it was only now that they understood that the distant nephew of General Tiangong was not an easy person, and he could take other people's lives while talking and laughing, which scholar could do this? So they were secretly vigilant, so as not to end up like the previous Zhao He, and even his handsome cronies were killed in the blink of an eye, which shows Zhang Banxian's scruples, let alone them.

"What's your point? If there is discord, killing his brothers in his own religion is the truth, what are the laws and regulations in his religion? "There are people who are-for-tat.

As the words fell, many of the generals in the tent nodded one after another, and the righteous indignation on their faces did not diminish in the slightest.

"He's damned!" Zhang Banxian's words were cold.

He put the long knife into the scabbard on the waist of the Yellow Turban Lux standing beside him, and with a "bell", there was a huge impact sound, which made many Yellow Turban generals' bodies tremble uncontrollably. Except for a few people, these people were taken aback, which showed that Zhang Banxian's actions just now really scared them.

Among the Yellow Turban generals, a young man frowned, as if he had thought of something. He stepped back without a trace, his hand was always pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, from beginning to end, he just watched coldly, from the moment Zhao He was killed, he saw what Zhang Banxian, the envoy, was going to do, but his face did not show any emotion.

Many people call him Major General, he is Zhang Niujiao's righteous son, and his name is Zhang Yan. Quietly, he retreated to the door of the tent, and as the crowd was about to quarrel, he lifted the curtain and walked out. Zhang Yan didn't think that the scene could be controlled, he sensed an ambition from Zhang Banxian, a person with the same surname, and now, he had to find someone who could really control the situation to suppress him.

(End of chapter)

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