Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Liu Ye returned victorious. Just after dismounting, Yu Jin greeted him and asked with great interest: "General, I don't know what you said to the thief?"

Liu Ye handed the horse to the soldiers next to him, pretending to be a mysterious smile, and said: "In a few days, the Yellow Turban thief will have great chaos, and watch it."

That night, the Yellow Turban thieves were fine, except that the next day Xu He launched another army to attack the Licheng Army’s camp, Xu He summoned Guan Hai to lead the attack, but Guan Hai could not get rid of the illness.

"Humph! Guan Shuai really doesn't put Xu Shuai in his eyes."

"That is, the one who was still alive and vigorously fought with Liu Yuqing for dozens of rounds yesterday, and is sick today?"

"Hey, yesterday Liu Ye was able to take his life but let him go. I'm afraid that the commander may not stay with others for a long time?"

The generals in the camp were arguing endlessly. Xu He had remained silent, but when he heard this, his body was shocked.

Lehe Yin and Yang laughed strangely: "Xu Shuai, the commander didn't even tell the truth about what he said to Liu Ye yesterday. I am afraid that he already has a double heart. Xu Shuai must be guarded."

Wei Gong, who had been friends with Lehe, also snorted coldly: "No wonder, the man in charge is originally from a big family, so why is it weird to look down on us?"

Xu He's expression was uncertain, and finally made up his mind.

"Swordsman and axe are lying in the camp, please come to discuss the matter!"

The black and black wind was high, and thick dark clouds drifted gently, covering the cold moonlight. Guan Hai, who claimed that he was sick, was standing in the wilderness alive and well.

A breeze blew over his tall body, and Guan Hai sighed softly.

"Xu Shuai, are you able to tolerate others?"

A rush of footsteps sounded, and a soldier of Xu He ran over.

"Guan Shuai, Xu Shuai will discuss the matter, please go over."

"I know, tell Xu Shuai that I'll be there right away." Guan Hai waved his hand, the soldier turned around and left, but Guan Hai got into the camp and covered himself with a layer of leather armor. With a complex expression, he walked towards Xu He's handsome camp.

Xu He is the commander of Qu. The Chinese army’s tent is naturally placed in the three armies. Outside the tent, there are several groups of elite yellow turbans patrolling back and forth. The antlers around the tent are all antlers to resist the horse. Among them, this is unprecedented.

Guan Haimian didn't change his face, and he entered the house boldly: "How did Qu Shuai arrange these many people to patrol the camp today?"

Xu He smiled: "Liu Yuqing attacked the camp a few days and night and suffered heavy losses, so this arrangement was made."

Guan Hai nodded, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. Xu He should have let him into the list at this time, but Xu He has not given any orders. Guan Hai is located in two rows of more than ten generals. Not all the way.

Xu He squeezed a smile from his face: "Zifu, shall I wait for a brother?"

Guan Hai nodded: "Qu Shuai led me to wait and discuss, why not a brother?"

"Since you are a brother, please tell the truth about what Liu Ye said."

Guan Hai's heart burst into flames, but he patiently repeated the conversation between the two that day.

Xu He smiled coldly: "Managing commander, everyone is sensible. If Liu Ye recruits you, it can be explained that this commander will never stop him, so why lie to me?"

Guan Hai's blood surged, and said furiously: "Qu Shuai! Some words and sentences are true, and they have nothing to do with Liu Ye."

Xu He smiled coldly, did not speak, just stretched out his hands and patted gently.

There was a collision of armor, and the sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came from behind the tent, Guan Hai's expression changed greatly.

Okay, Xu He, you even set up an ambush to kill me!

Guan Hai suddenly became quick-witted at the moment of nervousness. He turned around and drew the ring knife from Lehe's waist and kicked him to the ground. When the other generals saw this scene, they immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths, but Guan Hai was prepared to dance around the first sword into a net of swords, and more than ten people could not get close to him.

Xu He only felt his whole body lit up, Guan Hai’s compelling gaze shot up, like a fierce beast, scared Xu He hurriedly grasped the handle of the knife, while Wei Gong and other relatives hurriedly drew the sword and flocked to Xu He’s side, fearing Looked at Guan Hai.

Guan Hai understood that Xu He had mobilized a lot of swordsmen and axemen. If he were stuck here, he would not be able to get out, so he snorted.

"Xu He, put your head on your neck for now, and someone will take it someday!"

After all, Guan Hai stepped out of the camp and plunged into the dark night.

"Grab Guanhai!"

A group of swordsmen and axe hands rushed forward rumblingly, each clinging to the ground, but Guan Hai sneered, "You want to catch me too?"

The headed swordsman reluctantly said: "Guan Shuai, don't blame me for waiting, I will act on Xu Shuai's orders." Before he finished speaking, Guan Hai shouted, everyone was shocked, and Guan Hai Hao Without hesitation, he swung his arms and slashed out. The three swordsmen suddenly turned into two halves, and blood spewed out.

Guan Hai was splattered with blood, but he was still fierce. He didn't care about the knives and axe players beside him. He swept and chopped with long knives. Although these knives and axe players were excellent soldiers, how could they dare to resist Guan Hai's fierce power? Bloody Quartet.

Guan Hai launched a brutal and courageous murder, but turned around and ran away. He was tall and hand-held, and his strength was greater than others. How could the Yellow Turban thief be able to withstand it? Besides, most people didn’t understand why he wanted to kill the hardworking man Shuai? Therefore, after Guan Hai escaped from the sword and axe hands, no one dared to stop him along the way, and Guan Hai quickly broke through the encirclement.

Tens of thousands of the Yellow Turban thieves were extremely chaotic, so Guan Hai could not be found at all, so the swordsman had to go back to his life, and was immediately scolded by Xu He.

Guan Hai stumbled and ran out of the Wanjun. The five fingers of his left hand clasped his right arm, and blood slowly spilled from the gap between the fingers.

He is a thief. Since ancient times, soldiers and thieves have not been equal. It is definitely impossible to join the army. Xu He is also Qingzhou Qushuai, and all the Yellow Turban thieves must not accept him.

"The world is so big, is there no place where I can stand?"

Guan Hai casually threw the Huan Shou knife on the ground, smiling sadly.

"Hehe, why is Brother Zifu sighing here?"

Guan Hai was startled, and stepped back, but he looked up with a smiling face, it was Liu Ye.

Seeing Guan Hai's expression on his face, Liu Ye jumped off his horse and opened his hands, indicating that he was not armed.

"Brother Zifu is alone late at night, sighing here, I really have a good time."

Guan Hai sneered: "Liu Yuqing! If you hadn't set up a treacherous trick, how could someone not be tolerated by the army?"

Liu Ye shook his head and smiled: "No, I have never asked Guan Shuai to condescend to me. Xu Shuai believes that he can't control Shuai."

Guan Hai listened to Liu Ye's words, bowed his head and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Liu Ye drove the railroad while it was hot: "The Yellow Turban thief hides the dirt, and it doesn't matter if you don't go there, there is a place for you to cover."