After a long time, when Han Fu and Liang Gang were waiting impatiently, Zhao Daring came out with the F- children and children in the village with sad faces.

Seeing that there was no young man in his eyes, Han Fu was angry again, and he blurted out a "bold!" in a habit of x-ng.

"The grass people are here!" Zhao Daring replied weakly.

Han Fu's words were suffocated by Zhao Daring, and there was a sound behind him of the county soldiers and generals laughing "eating" after seeing that they were deflated, and their faces couldn't help but be even more ugly.

"Zhao Daring, where are you going?" Han Fu forced the anger in his heart and asked sharply.

"Lord Qiyu Taishou, Zhuang Zhongqing went into the mountains to hunt a few days ago!" Zhao boldly went out and replied loudly.

"You lie, I obviously ......" Liang Gang, the county governor, couldn't help but reprimand Zhao Daring, but was interrupted by Han Fu, the Taishou on the side, "In this case, I order you to take your clansmen to the Zhao Clan's cemetery!" Han Fu said with a blank face.

"My lord, that guy is obviously deceiving you, why don't you break the noodles?" Seeing the Zhao clan slowly walking towards the back of the village, Liang Gang asked Han Fu in a low voice.

"The work of digging the grave, these old and young f-children can also do it, since there are still young and strong people hidden in the village, you might as well send five hundred soldiers to guard it, and wait for the grave to do something, and put a fire here, and save the trouble of using knives and guns!" Han Fu said with a smile on his face.

"The adults are full of wisdom, the lower officials admire it! Why don't you let the lower officials guard here?" Liang Gang hurriedly offered a sycophant to please Han Fu.

"Then there is Captain Lao Liang here!" After speaking, Han Fu took five hundred county soldiers armed with knives and guns, and watched the Zhao clan people from behind and rushed to the ancestral grave of the Zhao Xing family.

"Report to the deputy commander, Zhaojiazhuang is already ahead, and now a large number of county soldiers are surrounding Zhaojiazhuang, and there is no sign of fighting!"

"Everyone listened to the order, wrapped their headscarves, and shouted 'The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand', and follow me to kill and retreat this group of county soldiers!" Guan Yu ordered in a loud voice.

"Follow the orders of the deputy commander!" shouted the five hundred cavalry in unison, and then began to disguise themselves as yellow turbans very neatly. They have been doing this work many times recently, over and over again -- when they meet officers and soldiers, they tear off their headscarves, and when they meet yellow scarves, they wrap their headscarves, otherwise they would not have been able to march so smoothly in Wei County.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" A group of moth thieves with yellow cloth wrapped in their heads rushed towards Zhao Zhuang like tigers descending from the mountain.

"Report, Lord Duwei, now a large number of Yellow Turban Moth thieves are rushing towards Zhao Zhuang!" shouted the county soldier in charge of the perimeter guard in panic.

"Quickly form a formation and resist the Yellow Turban Moth Thief!" In fact, there was no need for his subordinates to report, Liang Gang heard the sound of horses' hooves like muffled thunder and a yellow S- cloud, and knew that the Yellow Turban Moth Thief was attacking.

"Release the arrow!" When there were still hundreds of steps away from the county soldiers, Guan Yu gave the order to attack.

The light cavalry armed with the M-ng ancient longbow raised their bows almost simultaneously, attached their anger to the arrows in their hands, and quickly sh- towards their targets. On the way to the march, Guan Yu had already informed all the officers and soldiers of the news that someone was going to dig up the ancestral grave of the army commander Zhao Xing. After everyone heard about it, they all felt like their ancestral graves were about to be dug up, and they didn't need Guan Yu to do any mobilization at all, they didn't want to run wildly, they just wanted to arrive in Anyang as soon as possible to defend the dignity of the army commander.

Seeing that when he was still hundreds of steps away from himself, the Yellow Turban Moth Thief began to sh- attack, Liang Gang couldn't help but relax in his heart, what he thought to himself was: "Attack in a hurry from hundreds of steps, the Yellow Turban Moth Thief is just a rabble!" Unfortunately, this thought did not last for a moment, Liang Gang was stunned by the scene in front of him - just a round of arrow rain, more than half of the county soldiers in the formation were killed and wounded!

Before Liang Gang could react, the high-impact cavalry had already arrived in front of his phalanx!

"Out of the knife!" Guan Yu ordered in a deep voice.

"Huh!" there was a neat sound of chou knives, and after a while, a cold sword forest rose up.

"Cavalry battalion, kill!" Guan Yu shouted, holding the Qinglong Glaive Knife and pounced on Liang Gang for Wei.

"Stop the red-faced man!" Liang Gang suddenly howled like a dead mother. Although there were still many county soldiers in the middle, he was frightened by Guan Yu's eyes that did not have the slightest emotion and looked at him as if he were looking at a dead man, and there was a ni-osao qi from the file.

Five hundred Zhao Xing's cavalry was built against five hundred negligent county soldiers, and the leader was the martial saint Guan Yu, what would be the result?

As a result, the cavalry battalion only released a round of arrows, and when it started to charge, it wiped out the county soldiers, and no one of his own side was killed, only a few were wounded! Liang Gang, who ordered to stop Guan Yu, watched as Guan Yu split the county soldiers in front of him in half one by one with a long knife, and then came to his own side.

"Say, why do you lead troops to besiege Zhaojiazhuang!" Guan Yu asked without a trace of emotion.

"Yes, yes...... It was the county guard who brought the little ones here, don't care about my business, please spare your life!" Liang Gang finished speaking, lying on the ground, trembling and kowtowing to Guan Yu to beg for mercy.

"Where is the county guard now?" Guan Yu asked again.

"The county, the county guard, the county guard took people to the Zhao family cemetery......" Liang Gang stammered as he replied.

"Do you know where the Zhao family's cemetery is?!" Guan Yu drank violently, and the knuckle of his right hand holding the handle of the knife made a frightening "click" sound because of the force.

"Just behind the village......" Liang Gang pointed in a direction, and before he could finish speaking, a head had been split off by Guan Yu.

"The cavalry battalion listened to the order and followed me to the Zhao Cemetery!" Guan Yu beat his horse and ran towards Zhaojiazhuang.

In Zhaojiazhuang, a few posteriors who hid in the house and peeked out stood behind the window in a daze, and no one spoke for a long time.

"Brother Tiger Head, the Yellow Turban Army is too mighty! Killing officers and soldiers is like chopping vegetables!" said an offspring excitedly.

"Don't be too happy, they will also go to the cemetery! Let's quickly gather our men and follow them to see what this group of Yellow Turban Heavenly Army is going to do!" Zhao Hutou commanded.

In the Zhao cemetery, in front of the tomb of Zhao Xing's father Zhao Si, Zhao Daring burst into tears, knelt on the ground and cried and said: "Four sons, if you want to hate you, hate me Zhao Daring, in order to leave some blood for the Zhao family, I can't stand you today!"

After speaking, Zhao boldly wiped away his tears, snatched a pickaxe from the hand of an old man beside him, and walked tremblingly towards the top of Zhao Si's grave.

I want to stay here for a while, because Zhao Xing killed the county lieutenant of Anyang in a fit of anger last year, copied the Huang family, distributed the land to the people, and left a large amount of property to repair the ancestral hall cemetery. The Zhao family thanked Zhao Xing for his kindness, and built Zhao Si's tomb in a solid manner, which was not much worse than some wealthy M-N clans. Zhao Daring knelt down in front of Zhao Si's tombstone, some distance and height from Zhao Si's grave.

Zhao Si waved his pickaxe, and was about to dig it down, when he suddenly heard a loud shout coming from far and near.

"Gravedigger - Dead !!"

The officers and soldiers scattered in the cemetery, and the Zhao clansmen who were huddled together looked back at the same time, only to see a red-faced man riding a black horse, wearing black armor, and a yellow scarf on his head, rushing towards this place at a gallop.

"Stop this yellow turban thief for me!" Han Fu ordered the county soldiers in a loud voice.

The county soldiers listened to Han Fu's order, picked up the swords and guns in their hands, and surrounded Guan Yu in the direction where they came.

"It's not good! The thieves are overwhelming, retreat, protect the official!" Han Fu saw that a large group of people and horses with yellow scarves were rushing over in the direction where Guan Yu was coming, and hurriedly shouted.