Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

The third day of the siege, night.

"I have lost a few catties of fat in the past few days. I can make up for it."

There was an oil lamp in Wang Hun's room, and there was a fat chicken on the table in front of him. He couldn't wait to reach out and break off a chicken leg, put it in his mouth and chew it, and wipe the silk satin next to him if his hands were dirty.

Bang, the door was knocked open.

Zhang Dun's tall figure walked in.

"Wang Shuai, take the liberty of late at night, come here to disturb."

With great difficulty, Wang Hun swallowed the chicken in his mouth, raised his sleeves to wipe off the oil: "Zhang Dun? Come on, this chicken is plump and can be shared."

Zhang Dun sneered coldly: "At the end I will not like chicken."

Wang Hun laughed, "Well, do you like ducks, geese or pigs and sheep?"

Zhang Dun stepped forward, exposed to the flame of the oil lamp from the shadow outside the door, and revealed the ring-head knife in his hand, brightly reflecting Wang Hun's face.

Wang Hun suddenly stopped chewing, looking at the corners of Zhang Dun's rising mouth, his heart felt cold.

"Zhang Dun, Zhang Dun...what are you going to do?"

Zhang Dun dashed forward, stretched out his hand and lifted Wang Hun's collar, his expression stern.

"Xunai Guanhai, teach you to be a ghost today!"

"You, you are Guan Hai, isn't that an official...Ah!"

Before Wang Hun finished speaking, Guan Hai cut off his head with a knife and let out a scream that stopped abruptly, as if the duck suddenly pinched his neck.

The blood splashed from Wang Hun’s neck sprayed Guan Hai all over, but Guan Hai walked out indifferently. At this time, more than a dozen people gathered in the courtyard, all elites selected by Liu Ye in the army. Scholars, I dare not say that one is worth ten, but if these dozen people deal with Yellow Turban thieves, one can kill at least five thieves.

"A group of three, each action, you guys follow me, go to the city, put the suspension bridge!"

With an order from Guan Hai, more than a dozen people immediately fled into the darkness, holding torches in their hands and threw them onto the houses. Rows of houses suddenly burned up, and at the same time, the shouts of one after another resounded through Pingyuan City.

"Wang Hun rebelled, he wants to kill Meng Shuai and surrender."

"Meng Shuai wants to surrender to the army and kill Wang Shuai to surrender to the army."

The continuous fire in the dark awakened the Yellow Turban thief in his sleep. Countless Yellow Turban thief thought that the officers and soldiers had come in, and immediately went out of the house. Hearing the shouts outside, they suddenly became even more confused. It was Meng Shuai who wanted to kill Wang Shuai. , Or is Wang Shuai going to kill Meng Shuai?

Although the number of Yellow Turban thieves is large, but you look at me, I look at you, no one knows what to do, and his face is blank.

Guan Hai took the three of them to Nanchengtou. At this time, the Yellow Scarf in the city was at a loss. Seeing Guan Hai and the others running over, he wanted to ask something, but he was taken carelessly. The yellow scarf thief on the head of the city was in chaos.

"Go and open the city gate to welcome the military prince into the city."

Hearing Guan Hai’s command, a subordinate rushed to the vicinity of Qianjin Gate. Then the city gate slowly opened, and the suspension bridge slowly fell down. Guan Hai was alone at the gate, holding a long knife in his hand. One man is in charge.

At this time, Meng Bao was also awakened by the turmoil in the city, and immediately led hundreds of guards to kill. Many people thought that Meng Bao had to attack first, so they even raised their weapons against Meng Bao, but they were all killed by Meng Baoge. kill.

There was a chaos in the city, and Meng Bao was too late to put out the fire. He just gathered his cronies while killing others, and more than two thousand people gathered around him.

"Meng Shuai, the civil turmoil in the city has opened the city gate. If you don't close it again, I am afraid that the officers and soldiers will enter the city."

Meng Bao was furious when he heard the news: "Quickly, go to close the city gate, or we will all have to die."

More than 2,000 cronies of the thief army flocked along the street, killing people when they saw them along the way, so no one dared to stop them. More than 2,000 yellow turban thieves smashed to the south gate unimpeded. Can't see what it looks like.

Meng Bao snorted, "Hold up the torch and see who the thieves are."

A dozen bright torches were raised, reflecting Guan Hai's face. Holding a long knife in his hand, he reached out and gently grasped the yellow towel wrapped around his head, pulled it off, and threw it to the ground.

"Come on, Mounai Guanhai, who dares to fight me?"

Guan Hai let out a roar, and the green veins on his neck protruded. Although there were two thousand Yellow Turban thief, no one dared to go forward.

Meng Bao snorted: "What are you afraid of? Guan Hai surrendered to the army, betrayed the great wise teacher, and killed him."

Guan Hai laughed, pointing the tip of the knife to the tip of Meng Bao's nose, and said coldly: "Meng Bao, you shoot your fellows with arrows every day, I don't know who betrayed the great mentor!"

When all the Yellow Turban thieves heard Guan Hai's words, their progress stopped... Meng Shuai could kill even his own people. Is it worth fighting for him?

Meng Bao looked behind him and was furious: "Are you going to be crazy? If you don't close the city gate and wait for the officers and soldiers to come in, we will definitely die!"

Meng Bao coerced and lured, and tried his best to use his majesty as a commander to force the cronies around him to surge forward, but he slowly stepped forward. After all, Guan Hai's reputation is not small.

Guan Hai, on the other hand, was dumbfounded, staying on the spot, watching the yellow turban thief surge forward, suddenly thunder moved, the long knife struck an arc, and a yellow turban thief was split in half from the shoulder, half stretched. With blood on the ground, the Yellow Turban thief around him suddenly took a step back.

"Kill, if anyone fails, I will be the first to chop off his head!"

Hearing Meng Bao's anger, the Yellow Turban thief had to rush up, and Guan Hai became excited when he saw the thief army rushing towards him.

"Good come, see who is my opponent."

Guan Hai roared and slashed out with a long knife in his hand. He stood at the city gate. The Yellow Turban thief could only squeeze in along the narrow passage. Guan Hai had to face only two or three enemies at a time, so he calmly used his martial arts. , Strictly guarding the door, from time to time, with a knife, he chopped the Yellow Turban thief to the ground.

Guan Hai showed great power and swept left and right with a long knife. Although the number of Yellow Turban thieves was large, they couldn’t control one person in Hai District. Guan Hai cut down one, and there was an extra corpse lying beside him on the ground. He waited until he killed ten. Several people were surrounded by corpses, and their clothes had been soaked with blood, and even the palm of the hand holding the knife was bleeding from the gap between the five fingers.

However, no matter how powerful he is, his physical strength is limited. After slashing twenty Yellow Turban thieves, he already felt deep breathing. The sweat from his forehead rushed the blood through several passages, and he felt that the long knife in his hand was also heavy.

An inattentive, brave thief roared and saw the knife. Guan Hai frowned and hit his shoulder with a stab. The pain made him look terrible. He stabbed the fierce thief to death with a lot of sweat on his face.