Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

The Yellow Turban thieves were originally lax in military discipline and rarely patrolled them on weekdays. Now that the heavy rain is falling, everyone is sheltering in the camp, so where is the mind to leave the camp?

When the rain became slightly smaller, Liu Ye made a decisive decision and ordered: "Yucheng!"

Seven or eight ropes were thrown down from the top of the city. Liu Ye was the first to grasp the rope, rubbing the hemp rope and falling from the top of the city step by step, stepping on the ground with one foot, waiting for others to get off the top of the city. Fall down one by one along the rope.

I saw that the top of the city was like a **** descending from the sky, and the defenders fell down like an ape. Liu Ye suddenly remembered the article "The Martial Arts of Candles Retreat to the Qin Master". What fell from the top of the city is now hundreds of people coming out of the city, quite spectacular.

When more than three hundred people gathered under the city head, Liu Ye pulled out the long hair behind him: "Go!"

Each of these three hundred people, wearing leather armor, holding a short knife in hand, moved gently under their feet, and touched the endless camp of Yellow Turban thief without a word.

At this moment, the camp was still under heavy rain. Not a single Yellow Turban thief came out to get caught in the rain. It was completely unexpected that a strange soldier was quietly touching it. When Liu Ye and others arrived in the camp, he still didn't notice it.

Liu Ye held Chang Li tightly, and a group of people behind him were highly concentrated, ready to go, just waiting for an order.

The palm of the hand fell gently, and the screaming sound of killing was like a horror, erupting from the company camp.

"Kill the thief!"

"There is a rebellion, we must kill Zhou Shuai!"

More than three hundred people rushed into the Yellow Turban thief camp in one breath. Liu Ye Changli opened the camp. The Yellow Turban thief who was awakened unarmed and killed one by one. The Yellow Turban thief who was still asleep had no time to react. He was killed by countless knives and guns as soon as he opened his eyes. There was a chaos in the thief barracks for a while, and he could not organize effective resistance.

More than 300 people recharged their energy, and suddenly came out at this moment. It was really the silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruding knives and spears. Although there was no iron cavalry going back and forth, more than 300 people suffocated their energy and killed people. It's like cutting melons and vegetables, no one can stop it.

The Yellow Turban thief had heavy casualties at first, but after tens of thousands of people, the awakened Yellow Turban thief gradually picked up the sword to resist, but in the dark, he couldn't see his fingers and didn't know which enemy was.

And what the Licheng defenders shouted also confused them: Someone wants to rebel and assassinate Zhou Shuai?

In the darkness, there was no distinction between enemy and friend, and some people were accidentally injured by their colleagues. Some of the vigorous Huangjinjian suddenly became furious, and slashed without saying a word. Those Yellow Turbans, no matter how friends and enemies are not distinguished, can never stand by their hands, so you scolded the Yellow Turbans, I cut a knife, and they fought in the same room. Countless Yellow Turbans began to fight with each other. Suddenly, the chaos got worse and blood flowed. The ground and rain mixed together, exuding a strong smell.

"What's the matter, are you crazy?"

Zhou Jun just woke up and was furious, because many people who were catching and killing each other were wearing yellow scarves, but they were inexplicably immortal, besieged the city, and they had the strength to kill their own people.

"According to me, I will order everyone to stop fighting immediately, and you will leave the camp to patrol. If there are fierce fighting, they will all be killed!"

Zhou Jun didn’t have time to think about it. He sent a lot of guards around him. Zhou Jun had a thousand guards around him. They were burly men carefully selected from the 30,000 Yellow Turban thieves, each with a big waist and a round waist. Leather armor holds a knife and axe, and often does not go into battle in battle, but acts as a supervising team behind.

Zhou Jun feels distressed for these elite soldiers. The ordinary Yellow Turban thief doesn't feel distressed when he loses ten. If such an elite soldier dies, he will grit his teeth for a long time. Zhou Jun thought to himself, even if his own thousand superintendent team is not as good as the yellow turban warriors of the great wise teacher, it should not be much worse.

However, at the moment something is urgent, Zhou Jun can't take care of it anymore. When he is about to send half of his guards out, otherwise the Yellow Turban thief will get into a melee, and tomorrow Zhou Jun might turn from a handsome to a handsome.

And this trick does have some effect. The five hundred supervising teams are all wicked and evil. When the Yellow Turban sees the faces of these supervising teams, they frighten their teeth. Sometimes there are a few disobedient, and these supervising teams don’t talk nonsense. Cut with a knife and axe. The Superintendent Team was originally a well-selected brawny, with a heavy sword and axe in his hand, and the Yellow Turban thief who was fighting endlessly was immediately hacked to death.

After seeing this, Liu Ye frowned, thinking that these Yellow Turban thief’s supervising team would not be easy to provoke. Suddenly, he had an idea and shouted: "Zhou Shuai wants to exclude dissidents and send a supervising team to kill the brothers. Run for your life!"

Wu De immediately understood, and shouted together: "Zhou Shuai is a commander and wants our life, but we can't just give it to you, let's run away."

Some Yellow Turban thieves who couldn't turn their heads were stunned, staring straight at the supervising team, making the supervising team furious.

"You dog killer, what are you looking at, do you still want to go against Zhou Shuai's general order?"

After all, the superintendent team became angry, raised an axe in their hands and fell, and a good head suddenly landed. The person next to him made friends with him, and suddenly wailed: "Brother Zheng!"

The yellow turban thief rushed forward, raised his blood-red eyes after a while, and rushed toward the supervising team with a whine. As the saying goes, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal ones are afraid of death. The yellow turban avenged the brothers, so he rushed over without a head and face, scared that the Superintendent team was in a hurry. Only then did he curse and hack him to death.

This trouble does not matter, and the hearts of the people around are very cold: Zhou Shuai wants to exclude dissidents, shall we wait for death?

"Mother! I've seen these thieves upset for a long time. On weekdays, they only know how to gesticulate and never attack the city."

"That is, what can be done with the sword and axe on the fellow, there is a kind of killer army."

"Tell these thieves to have a taste of the sword and axe!"

The elite soldiers of the supervising team were furious: "I am Zhou Shuai's personal soldier, who dares to kill me?"

"I dare to kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a stab came from behind, and the slash killed his life. When everyone saw this, instead of being afraid, they cheered in unison. Anyway, everyone was killed, so happy.

The situation that had already calmed down added to the storm, and many Yellow Turban thieves who had long been dissatisfied with the Supervisor Team rushed forward. The Supervisor Team was elite and the Yellow Turban thieves were so powerful that they killed them all at once.

"Don't stay, go straight to the army!" Liu Ye shot left and right with a long stroke in his hand, abruptly cutting a **** path from the Ten Thousand Army formations, and the defending army followed him and rushed towards the army.