The blade of the divine weapon, breaking through the air, slashed through the cold trajectory, and the crisp sound of the armor shattering, it was a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, accompanied by splashed blood, and the dark red flower of death bloomed everywhere.

Ye Zhiqiu led the Dao soldiers to collide head-on with the conical formation of the Xiliang Army, and after a while, the enemy formation was completely penetrated, he turned his head, and the Xiliang Army, which was still menacing just now, had no one alive.

A few war horses of the lord bowed their heads and arched their partners who were born and died, but unfortunately no one could get up and respond. A disgusting bloody aura quickly spread, but the villagers who had been bullied by the Xiliang Army, even the kind-hearted women, did not show pity at this time, after all, this village was choked by their scourge.

However, the eyes of the villagers looking at Ye Zhiqiu and the others were also a little unkind, after all, their methods were too cruel, it was simply a one-sided massacre, and there were broken limbs and stumps everywhere, if they recruited people to clean up, the villagers might not be happy.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that he would inevitably be labeled as a "thirst for killing" by the villagers, but if this kind of thing happened a few times, he would do it correctly, and he would not waver at all.

However, the people of the Han Dynasty were so kind that they quickly forgot about the harm caused to them by the Xiliang Army, and began to mumble quietly, pointing at the Dao soldiers who were covered in scale armor and Ye Zhiqiu, who was covered in blood and didn't look like a good person.

Ye Zhiqiu just heard the buzzing noise, it was like a bunch of flies revolving around him, although he knew the reason, but he was blamed for doing good deeds, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't accept it, so he roared, and the surrounding villagers were intimidated by his majesty, and instantly quieted down.

"The Xiliang Army was originally the elite of the frontier land, the barrier to defend the borders of the empire, but I didn't expect that they would enter the capital Luoyang with Dong Liangzhou, and help Dong Zhuo control the government with their military strength, scrape the ground three feet on the border of Gyeonggi, and wantonly brutalize the people of Limin, which has long deviated from the original intention of the soldiers to protect their homes and defend the country. It's not a pity that these rebels will die!"

"Think about the sin you suffered, forced to leave your homeland, trekking through mountains and rivers along the way, even strong men will be tired and out of shape, the old and weak women and children are not as good as physical strength, and there must be many people who died along the way. I killed the rebels and saved you. If there are still people who are dissatisfied with me, please stand up, and I will personally send you to the hands of the Xiliang Army. ”

Many villagers couldn't raise their heads because of Ye Zhiqiu's reasonable words, but the bigger reason why they bowed their heads was that Ye Zhiqiu sent them to Xiliangjun to be frightened.

The villagers have all seen that the Xiliang Army is called requisition, but it is actually smashing, looting, looting and self-fertilizing, and those who do not accept resistance are even killed on the spot, so they think of the good of Ye Zhiqiu and others.

A strong man with considerable prestige among the villagers walked out of the "long snake" that was forced to form a line, bowed to Ye Zhiqiu, first thanked him, and then asked about the origin of the big banner with Liu characters in the distance.

The villagers learned that the general who led the army to rescue was a relative of the Han family, and when they heard that the Yellow Turban was in rebellion, they raised troops to respond to the call of the state and county, 500 broke 50,000, and the chaos and thieves were pacified in a war, and Liu Bei and Liu Xuande, who had countless living people, were overjoyed and immediately relieved.

Ye Zhiqiu saw this scene, thought about it for a while, and understood that the brand of the Han family, at least in the middle and lower classes of the country, still has considerable appeal, after all, the glory of the empire of the two Han Dynasty and four hundred years, the people bathed in it, inherited the fierce spirit of the Qin and Han dynasties, and their morale is extremely high, and they have an unimaginable sense of honor and belonging for barbarians.

"At least in the northern grasslands, it is still a recognized fact that one Han soldier can be worth five orcs! The combat effectiveness of ordinary soldiers is like this, no wonder there are a large number of super fierce generals in the Han Empire, I have seen a lot of them, not to mention that there is a peerless general who takes the head of the general among the ten thousand armies!"

Ye Zhiqiu remembered Guan Yu's stacked waves and three slashes, and fought with the flying general Lu Bu, I am afraid that it triggered the opportunity to break through the limit and began to enter the realm of martial arts real people. As for the black-faced man Zhang Fei, his luck and strength skills are so high that even Lu Bu has suffered losses, and with the help of external pressure, he took the opportunity to blast open the eight doors of the interior scene, and he is worthy of being the first heroic martial artist in the world.

"It's great that I'm here in this starry era!"

Now that Ye Zhiqiu has spoken, the villagers' resistance to his thirst for killing and brutality has gradually dissipated, not to mention that compared with the Xiliang Army, the charisma of Liu Zidaqi has saved them from the kindness of suffering and eliminated the bloodshed everywhere with severed limbs and stumps.

Naturally, someone will take over these small things, and the villagers will also return to their homes, and after the mood is a little stable, the three elders in the village will come to meet Liu Bei officially.

It was impossible for the Zhongshan army to enter all the villages, they had already been scattered in pieces under Liu Bei's orders, as if opening a fishing net and starting to sweep away the lone rebels and save the other villages that were ravaged by the Xiliang army.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei also had their own tasks, and they did not follow Liu Bei's side, but the pro-soldier team at the level of a hundred generals, as well as the Youzhou veterans who had experienced a total of 1,000 people in Liangqu, still guarded the ideal lord Liu Xuande in their minds.

Three hundred plate cavalry, seven hundred lunger soldiers, and a red red army uniform, a huge battle formation was arranged outside the village, just standing like javelins, without the slightest superfluous noise.

Ordinary people can feel a force that is difficult to describe in words just by looking at it, the battle flags that rise and fall with the wind are like burning flames, and they can feel the rolling heat wave before they get close, constantly surging towards them.

This is the shock brought by strict military discipline, for the people in the countryside on the border of Gyeonggi, it is simply the standard king in their minds, and only such an army can meet their expectations of the Han family.

"The king has arrived, and the death of the thief is not far away......"

"Liu Yuanjun has a strong army, and he will definitely be able to set things right......"

"The Mandate of Heaven is in Han, Liu Zhijun raised troops into Beijing to quell the rebellion, and he will be able to rejuvenate the Han Dynasty......"

These words came from the mouth of the villagers, Ye Zhiqiu didn't think much of it at first, but gradually felt a little pleasing to the ear, and it didn't take long to take it for granted, but his Taoist nature had already become small, and he quickly recovered from the fluttering intoxication.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh secretly: "No wonder the emperor likes villains, touting and flattering words are easy to soften the roots of the ears, it is really a soft knife to kill people without seeing blood." ”

"Strange! Liu Xuande sent out the army, instead of concentrating superior forces and launching a decisive attack on the main force of the Xiliang Army, what was he thinking?"

After a while, the profits obtained from the fierce battle with the Xiliang army came one after another, and they were all border state war horses that were quite good-looking. Liu Bei is in charge of keeping half of it for himself, and he doesn't want the rest of the profits.

There are also a few war horses that have been collided and injured, and it is also a burden to forcibly take them away, so they are simply left to the villagers. After some discussion, the three elders in the village proposed to compensate the villagers who were killed by the Xiliang army, and naturally no one objected.

At the same time, the Zhongshan army spread out like a net, and was rapidly encroaching on the villages on the border of Gyeonggi, taking care of each other, once a small group of Xiliang rebels was found, they would swallow it directly, and if the rebels were numerous, they would be extremely decisive in calling friends and companions, and gathering superior forces to solve the battle.

As for Liu Bei, he sat in the rear of the safety, controlling this huge hunting net, as if waiting for the prey in his mind, and took the initiative to hit the net.

Ye Zhiqiu estimated that he was a big fish, and first thought of the flying general Lu Bu, who was not only the most powerful general in the Xiliang Army, but also recognized as the world's number one military general.

"The princes of Kwantung broke through the pass and knocked on the sky, Luoyang was greatly shaken inside and outside, Lu Fengxian may not be able to save his strength, he will definitely go to war and try to save the situation. If the target is really Wen Hou, should I make a move?"

Ye Zhiqiu walked around the village, and when he walked to the bridge at the end of the village, a gray squirrel as strong as a cat suddenly jumped out.

With a familiar and unfamiliar aura, Ye Zhiqiu immediately recognized it: "Wang Lei, the beast master of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, do you dare to come to see me alone?"

The gray squirrel squeaked twice, and suddenly the person stood up, and the oily and slippery mouse skin, like the dew on the lotus leaf, slipped to the ground quietly, and a young monk appeared in his place, but his expression was not as calm as before.

In the past, Ye Zhiqiu was still a lone ranger, but now he is a Yin God Realm Dao general who has more than a thousand Dao soldiers and killed Xu Rong, a disciple of Xuanmen, but is unscathed, which makes the Scattered Cultivation Alliance that is secretly active have to change their attitude.

"You are all scattered, but you have a secret inheritance, excluding the possibility of coming from the Yellow Turban Army, I guess you are the descendants of the Red Eyebrow Army?"

Ye Zhiqiu asked in a striking voice, his eyes were fixed on the beast master Wang Lei, and when he saw his face change instantly, he immediately understood that he had guessed correctly!