Yuan Shao stood in front of the battle, full of confidence.

Although all the archers had been transferred to the city tower to assist in defending the city, Yuan Shao had only heavy armored infantry, spearmen and halberd soldiers under his command, Yuan Shao was not afraid of it. He never took the light cavalry in front of him seriously. Yuan Shao had been fighting under Zhu Jun for a long time, but before Zhu Jun entered Yingchuan, Yuan Shao was transferred to Beijing and was appointed as the Sili School Captain. Therefore, he had never experienced the power of 800 bandits.

The Eight Hundred Bandits are definitely not the Yellow Turban bandits! Many people always equate the two until they find out that they are wrong, but they have suffered a great loss under the Eight Hundred Bandits and even have their own life. Many people have made such mistakes, and now Yuan Shao is repeating their mistakes again.

The deafening sound of iron hoofs, hundreds of light cavalry swept over the wind like the wind and the broken clouds, sweeping over.

"Mark Refusal Formation~~"

With Yuan Shao's order, two thousand spearmen stepped forward ten steps and studded one end of the extended spear in their hands on the ground. The end tied to the tip of the spear was raised at an angle of 45 degrees, and it was immediately arranged into a cold and strict cavalry. Faced with such a strict gun formation, even if the bandits could break into the formation, they would suffer heavy casualties.

"Hehehe~~" Zhou Cang smiled strangely, with a knife on the sheath, reached out to raise a sharp three-edged gun from the saddle and held it in his hand. Then he stepped on the kickstick with both legs. He straightened his waist from the horse's back, controlling the reins with one hand and throwing the gun with the other hand, and tilting his body backwards. He was really worried that he would fall off the horse's back~~

Behind Zhou Cang, three hundred bandits Yichuo returned to the sheath, and they all raised their guns and held them in their right hand, straightened up from the horse's back. But few people could stretch their bodies extremely as much as Zhou Cang.

"Um!?"

In front of the Han army, Yuan Shao's sharp eyes shrank in an instant, and the strange posture of the bandits made him confused. Especially the bandits could actually stand upright from the back of the horse, which surprised him a lot. How did these bandits do it? Even the barbarians in the north had never heard of standing upright on the back of the horse.

“Ha~”

Zhou Cang shouted loudly, gently pulled the reins, and the mount under his crotch immediately turned direction, cutting the upper right corner of the Han army. Before he could barely cut through the Han army formation, Zhou Cang's extremely stretched body suddenly bounced back like a bowstring. At the same time, his right arm, which was leaning back vigorously, also poked forward like lightning, and the three-edged gun shot out his hand~~

"Swish~"

The sharp gun blade instantly cut off the air and let out a sharp roar.

"Puff~"

"Uh~"

A cold light flashed, and the sharp spear had already shot with powerful inertia. Amid the shrill howl, two unlucky Chinese soldiers had been stabbed into each other with sharp spears. The two were like a string of grasshoppers being strung on the same spear. The sharp spear blades were revealed from the back of the Han soldier behind, and red blood dripped along the sharp spear tip~~

"So Soo Soo~~"

Three hundred bandits cavalry by, and cut by the Han army's horns with smoke and dust all over the sky. Three hundred guns plunged into the dense Han army formation with a harsh whistle.

"Ah~"

“Oh~”

"Oh my god, my legs~~"

"Eyes, my eyes, uh~"

The continuous screams of tragic sounds soared into the sky. The Emperor Ling of Han and the civil and military officials on the city tower had not even seen clearly what was going on. The Han army, who was waiting for battle under the city tower, had already been in chaos. Many loyal and brave Han soldiers had already wailed and fell in a pool of blood.

“Oh~”

On the city tower, Emperor Ling of Han witnessed Yuan Shao's elite soldiers being defeated so easily, and he couldn't help but feel depressed and anxious. A salty smell suddenly surged from the depths of his throat. He immediately groaned and fell backwards. Fortunately, Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong were quick-eyed and quick-handed, so he barely supported Emperor Ling.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty?"

"Imperial Doctor, pass it on to the Imperial Doctor!"

"Why are you still standing there? Just carry the emperor back to the palace~"

The city tower was in an instant. The great emperor of the Han Dynasty was so scared that he fainted by the bandits' soldiers. What's wrong?

"Hahaha~" Zhou Cang rode past, went around and returned to the bandit formation, and said to Pei Yuanshao: "Captain Pei, please feel free, these Han soldiers are so stupid as pigs, they will stand and wait for death, haha!"

Pei Yuanshao smiled and nodded, and said to Zhou Cang: "Zhou Cang, the task assigned by the leader has been completed. You and I can divide our troops into two groups, and the cavalry robbed the north of the city, Taicang in the south of the city, and the arsenal of the arsenal. Then we will meet in the west of the city."

Zhou Cang put his hands on his back and said proudly: "Abide by the order."

...

Luoyang Xixi, a worn-out carriage was slowly moving west along the official road. The driver riding on the shaft turned back and looked at the carriage worriedly. There was a burst of coughing coming from the carriage. Hearing the fierce coughing, it seemed that the people inside could die at any time.

"Well~"

The coachman drank the horse, turned around and opened the curtain. He said anxiously: "Customer, can you support Liangzhou? It can take thousands of miles from here! Don't die in the villain's car. When the government pursues it, can the villain not afford to take care of it?"

The curtain was lifted. A middle-aged scholar came in the carriage. The scholar's face was yellow and wearing a blue cloth robe. He described his thinness. He was about thirty years old. He was leaning weakly on the cushion, shook his head to the coachman, and said, "Big brother, you can still hold on with your body. It's okay, let's continue on the road."

This middle-aged scholar named Jia and his name was Xu, and his name was Wenhe. He was from Wuwei, Liangzhou.

Jia Xu was only young and was praised by Yan Zhong, a famous scholar in Liangzhou at that time, and became a filial and honest official in the court. However, because there was no one in the court, he was poor and had no money to bribe Shangguan. In addition, he was a cold-hearted person by nature and had poor reputations, so he was not favored by Shangguan, so he stayed in Luoyang for more than ten years and was still a small gang official.

Last year, Jia Xu fell into a cold and fell seriously ill, and he stayed in bed for several months. He couldn't even afford to hire a doctor for a small salary. After several months of persistence, he couldn't get better. Jia Xu had to resign in disgrace and planned to return home to rest. Although his family was poor, he was taken care of by his relatives and had a few acres of land, so he could still live.

The coachman sighed, put down the curtain, and was about to ride a horse, when a faint thunder sounded from behind. The coachman was stunned. Could it be that thunder and rain on this sunny day? Looking back, he saw smoke and dust rolling in the distance, soaring into the sky, trying to cover the majestic city of Luoyang.

"Oh no, it seems that something happened?"

The coachman traveled around the world and saw many big scenes, and immediately found that the situation was wrong.

"Um!?"

When Jia Xu heard this, he lifted the curtains on the back wall of the carriage. Looking at him, he saw smoke and dust rolling in Luoyang, and a faint cold light flashing from the smoke and dust. Jia Xu suddenly felt a stern and said in a deep voice: "This is undoubtedly a bandit. Big brother, leave quickly, leave quickly! I am afraid that it will be harmed by the bandits~~"

"Bandit bandit?" The driver was stunned when he heard this, and said in confusion, "Where are bandit bandits outside Luoyang City, important areas in the capital? I'm afraid it was the new army of the court in Xiyuan?"

As the coachman finished speaking, a faint cry suddenly sounded from a distance, and then pedestrians like ants ran from the official road, some supporting the elderly and young, some driving ox carts, and some driving horse carts. More people ran along the fields on both sides of the official road.

"Run quickly, eight hundred bandits are coming~~"

"Eight hundred bandits are here, if you don't run away, you will die~~"

A fast horse galloped past the carriage. The knight on the horse's back kindly turned around and shouted to the driver: "Big brother, abandon the carriage and run. If you don't run, the cavalry of the eight hundred bandits will come here. These bandits will kill everyone when they see them, and rob them when they don't leave. If you don't leave, you will lose your life."

"ah!?"

The coachman was stunned for a moment and finally realized that he was reluctant to throw the carriage away. This was the guy he wanted to make a living. How would he live after he threw it away? He whipped it hard on the horse's thighs, and the carriage began to rush forward again, but the speed was really anxious.

"Ahem cough ~~"

The cough in the carriage was even more anxious. Soon, cold sweat flowed down the driver's forehead like rain.

Soon, the sound of horse hooves sounded from behind. The coachman turned around quickly and saw a large group of black cavalry sweeping over. The steel knives raised above the top flashed with a suffocating cold light. The coachman's souls were all roaring. He shouted, jumped out of the carriage, and lie down into the small ditch next to the official road. He pretended to be dead.

This trick is a unique skill he has obtained from his life all year round. He saved his life several times when he was in the border town.

The bandit cavalry roared over, and dozens of cavalry galloped out of the squadron and galloped towards the carriage.

“Ha~”

A bandit shouted loudly, rode his horse forward, stretched out his hand to hold the reins of the running horse, and turned around and laughed, "Chief, I've grabbed another horse. Hahaha, I've just lost a little bit of fucking weight."

"You have to lose weight even if you lose weight, and you can't ride and eat meat even if you kill me."

"Okay." The bandit agreed, lifted the curtain and saw a middle-aged man with a yellow face lying inside. He asked again, "Chief, there is still someone sitting in the car. What should I do?"

"The people who can afford to use a carriage are rich people, and they are the same rules, kill them!"

"Abide by the order!"

The bandit shouted loudly, and a trace of cruel murderous intent flashed through his eyes, revealing the sharp waist knife in his hand. It poked the vital points of the middle-aged scholar's heart.

"Let's go!" The middle-aged scholar burst into cold sweat on his forehead, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he shouted loudly, "I'm here to be a fellow countryman with your big leader Ma Yue!"

“Uh~”

The bandit uttered, and stopped the sword forcefully. The sharp tip of the knife was only a slight distance from the middle-aged scholar's chest. The cold blade penetrated his clothes and made the middle-aged scholar's muscle pain.

"Chief, this guy said he was a fellow townsman with the big leader. Has the big leader ever said whether his fellow townsman could be killed?"

The bandit was stunned for a moment and raised his head and asked loudly again.

The little bandit leader leaned over and asked in confusion: "The leader said he could not kill his fellow countrymen, right?"

The murderous intent reappeared in the eyes of the bandits. They said in a deep voice: "Then kill."

The middle-aged scholar was anxious and shouted, "Not only do I have a fellow countryman with your leader, but also an old friend!"

"Old friend?" The little leader scratched his head and asked the bandits, "What is an old friend?"

The bandit shook their heads, confused and unaware of the so-called.

"Uh~" the middle-aged scholar took a breath, wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and said in a trembling voice. "Old friends are to know each other. They are good friends and brothers. I know your big leader. Your big leader's surname is Ma Yue, and his name is Boqi, a native of Liangzhou, and a descendant of the famous general Ma Yuan, right?"

The bandit turned to look at the little leader and asked, "Chief, he said he was a brother of the big leader, this is amazing."

The little leader thought for a while and said, "Since he is the brother of the big leader, he naturally cannot be killed. OK, let him go, return the horse to him, and let us go."

The bandit said oh, let go of the reins of the horse and was about to leave, but suddenly the middle-aged scholar coughed violently, and then a few traces of dirty blood came out of his mouth and nostrils at the same time, and his whole body collapsed softly.

"The leader is not good, and the brothers from the big-headed territory fainted. What should I do?"

The little leader rode his horse around and whipped the bandits' backs, cursing fiercely: "Pig Brain! Since he is a brother from the big leader, of course he can't stand by death. You, drive the carriage and follow the baggage team behind him slowly."

After being whipped by the leader, the bandit had no anger on his face. It seemed that he had become accustomed to such treatment. He jumped from the horse's back to the carriage, drove the carriage and left. As for his empty mount, he had been led away by the little leader.

“Ha~”

The bandit shouted loudly, whipped the horse's thighs, and the carriage began to rush around again. At this time, not far behind the bandit, there were a long convoy coming from the official road, including ox carts, donkey carts, horse carts, and a large group of unsaded horses, and there were dozens of fat pigs in the middle.

The two teams of bandits and light cavalry divided into two rows, protected the entire convoy in the middle, and walked slowly towards Luoyang Xixiao.

...

Imperial Palace, the bedroom of Emperor Ling of Han.
Chapter completed!