The wolf smoke immediately rose to a height of hundreds of meters.

There are no high-rise buildings here, and the land is in a plain area, so you can see it clearly even from a distance.

Zhao Futu is really a little disheartened now, he has received a modern education, he knows very well, that is, these Yellow Turban soldiers without the slightest discipline are useless, and he does not have enough time to carry out regular military training for these Yellow Turban Army, it is impossible to make them understand that it is impossible to ban them in just one or two days!

So, he quickly made a plan in his mind.

He pulled out the steel sword at his waist and said to an older Yellow Turban army commander beside him, "You command them to take the village, and the rest of the people will come with me." ”

At this point, the mission has been activated, and there is no way back for him.

He can't suddenly turn the tide and help the people in those villages, right? In that case, whether it was the Yellow Turban Army or those villagers, he was not pleasing to both sides, and at this time he realized that sometimes it was really people who couldn't help themselves. Now that there are dead people on the Yellow Turban side, and there are casualties on the village side, there is no turning back arrow from the bow, and he has to do it if he doesn't want to.

I only hope that the officers and soldiers who will come later will not be too strong, and they will be able to let him recover a little bit of losses!

"Let's go! The wolf smoke rises, and it is likely that there will be officers and soldiers coming in a while, so you can follow me to the woods over there to ambush you. Zhao Futu said to the left and right.

There are still two teams of people left around him, about twenty or thirty people, all of them are Yellow Turban soldiers who have received formal military training, and most of those army commanders have not rushed forward, these people know a little discipline more or less, and they are also the good hands who rushed to the front and followed Zhao Futu out of the camp at the beginning, and their confidence in him is also higher than that of other Yellow Turban soldiers.

After saying that, he left a few people to command the Yellow Turbans who rushed up in a swarm, and then led the people to hide in the woods on the side.

At this time, there is very little environmental damage, there are dense forests everywhere in the Central Plains, it can be said that it is out of the gathering place of human beings, and you can see forests one by one on the side of the road, which are mostly some low bushes, and a little bit inside are some old trees. In the dense forests of this era, it can be said that there are thousands of people hiding in them, and they can't see any movement.

Therefore, in the wars of the cold weapon era, there will often be ambushes and kills.

About a quarter of an hour later.

There was some movement in the south of the village, and soon a group of Han Dynasty officers and soldiers dressed in sharp clothes rushed over, and the number was not too much, about 200 people. These people are different from the army that Zhao Futu attacked the camp at night, they are all ordinary officers and soldiers, and there is a little bit of official service mixed in them, they look like soldiers patrolling the nearby county town, and the leader of the commander is a bearded man who looks like an officer, according to the Qin and Han systems, he should be the county lieutenant in charge of the nearby county town to arrest thieves.

This is an eight-grade martial arts, equivalent to a modern public security chief, and it can be regarded as a powerful figure in a small place.

The county lieutenant saw the Yellow Turbans attacking the village from a distance, but did not immediately pounce, but ordered the left and right to rest for a while, and then formed a team of archers, went to the flank to ambush, and then divided a team to block the retreat of the Yellow Turbans, and then took the remaining more than 100 soldiers and pounced on the Yellow Turbans who were strangled at the gate of the village.

It seems that his plan is to eat all this Yellow Turban Rebellion!

"It's a bit of an army!" Zhao Futu looked at the people on the left and right, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

The soldiers under the county lieutenant are not elite, and they don't even have anything to do with the elite troops, but look at the dispatch of others, where will they rush forward like their own side. From the Yellow Turban Rebellion to the present, Zhao Futu is very suspicious that except for a small number of regular Yellow Turban soldiers, the rest of the people have not received any formal military training.

"Kill!"

"Getting promoted and getting rich is today! And follow the county lieutenant to take down this group of yellow turban rebels! ”

The county lieutenant shouted, and pounced with the people around him, since the defeat of Zhang Mancheng in the battle of Wancheng, the morale of the officers and soldiers in the entire Nanyang area has been greatly boosted, and the remnants of the Yellow Turbans who rushed to Zhang Mancheng along the way were killed by several armies, and now there are scattered Yellow Turban rebels everywhere. At this time, for them, the low-level lieutenants, it is a good time to take the opportunity to beat the water dogs and pick up the cheap.

This is also the reason why they rushed over immediately after the beacon smoke was lit here, and the county lieutenants of several nearby counties were all moved by the news, ready to use the heads of those Yellow Turban soldiers to enrich their military exploits. The Yellow Turban Army, which has more than 200 people, if he can cut off some of his heads, and then exaggerate the achievements a little, relying on his nepotism with the county commander, it would be a proper thing to report to defeat the Yellow Turban Army of more than 1,000 people.

If this credit falls on his head, it is time for him to move up.

As soon as he thought of this, the bearded county lieutenant felt that his heart was on fire, and he didn't pay attention to the woods next to him at all, and he didn't believe that the group of mud-legged Yellow Turban rebels would still have ambush soldiers.

As soon as the officers and soldiers arrived, the rout in the village eased.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, those Orion Township soldiers were immediately encouraged, and they were stunned to block the Yellow Turbans who rushed up at the door. At this moment, those yellow turbans were unable to advance or retreat, and in turn they were in a state of being attacked from both sides. Just after the fight, more than a dozen people died under the personal guard knife commanded by the county lieutenant, these personal guards are tall and big, all of them are domestic slaves, and they have practiced martial arts since childhood, which is definitely not comparable to ordinary soldiers.

Dafan can get the status of a county lieutenant, and his background is naturally not too low, poor and rich, this county lieutenant is a local family surnamed Zheng.

Regardless of the beginning, the small leader of the Yellow Turban Thieves recruited by Zhao Futu was the first to lose his fighting spirit, these people were originally a routed army, and they were bandits, and they didn't have much morale at all, and now they saw so many officers and soldiers coming, and they didn't have the slightest fighting spirit. They spotted a gap, and they came out of the encirclement, and then ran out, not caring whether the Yellow Turbans were alive or dead.

In this way, morale is lower!

These Yellow Turban thieves had just gone out not far away, when a group of officers and soldiers rushed out, intercepted them at once, and seven or eight of them were shot by bows and arrows, and then let the officers and soldiers who rushed up kill them one by one.

"Kill!"

"Come with me!"

Zhao Futu sighed and took the lead in rushing out.

This was not the best time to sneak attack, but if he didn't kill it again, those Yellow Turbans would probably collapse their morale. He led more than ten people straight behind the officers and soldiers, and took the lead in killing them, and the swirling and slashing skills in the Silver Cross swordsmanship, which were mainly based on chaotic battles, were vividly exerted by him, and more than a dozen unsuspecting officers and soldiers died under his sword at once.

On the other side, the Yellow Turban Lux also held the pair of flat hatchets in his hand, and led a group of people to pounce on the archers on the side.

With more than 200 people in ambush with more than 200 people, Zhao Futu couldn't help but break out. After he rushed into the enemy formation, he exerted all his strength, and the steel long sword in his hand brought out a cold light, killing the officers and soldiers who had not yet reacted like chopping melons and vegetables. This time, the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army who followed him were also greatly boosted, and the swords in their hands seemed to have a little more strength!

Attacking an army ten times larger than oneself with more than ten people is a very courageous thing on the battlefield of cold weapons.

If you can't defeat the enemy in one go, if you are surrounded by his own manpower, even an elite army will die when it arrives here. Two fists are hard to defeat four hands, and in the case of cold weapon warfare in ancient times, once surrounded by people, even if they are as strong as those famous generals in history, they will be killed with all their strength. Of course, Zhao Futu also understood this truth, so as soon as he made a move, the purpose was to knock down their momentum first and stabilize the Yellow Turbans over there.

"Whew!"

There was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and Zhao Futu's figure like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep slammed down, and then he quickly pounced on the ground, and several crossbow arrows flew over his head in a millimeter difference.

"Damn! It's actually a military crossbow! Zhao Futu scolded in his heart, raised a brute force, and directly lifted up a corpse on the ground, as a meat shield in front of him, and 'shivered' a few times, three crossbow arrows shot at the meat shield in front of him, he threw away the corpse in his hand, and then threw himself out, soaring into the air for more than a foot, and slashed at the attacking officers and soldiers.

His eyes turned red from bloodshot, and there were faint bloodshots, and he roared angrily: "Wait for death!" ”

In this cold weapon fighting, shouting is definitely the only way to defeat the enemy, if a loud shout encounters those timid people who are not firm-willed, it can make him scare his hands and feet weak, and even more weapons will fall to the ground. The bloody aura on his body was extremely heavy under the battle, although it was only the first time he had experienced a battlefield mission, but he unconsciously condensed a trace of real bleak murderous aura from the killing!

This explosion shook the ears of many people in the vicinity, and several soldiers who were closer felt a buzzing in their brains for a while, and their reactions suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

This half-beat time is the difference between life and death, a cold light flashed, and several human heads flew up!

Zhao Futu was about to pounce and kill all these powerful crossbowmen who were extremely threatening, but suddenly felt a chill rise behind his back! He didn't have time to think about it, he instinctively turned around and set up his sword to block, and he heard a loud sound of 'bell', and a strong force came, and he 'rubbed' back a few steps! But it was the county lieutenant who saw him kill more than 20 people one after another, and finally couldn't bear to give up the opponent in front of him, and turned around and pounced back.

The bearded county lieutenant's eyes were split, his whole body was murderous, and he said sadly: "Thief! Give back my brother's life! ”

But under Zhao Futu's culling just now, he also killed his brother.