Not to mention Ma Yue is as cunning as a fox, bullying Chu'er lacks practical experience, and he took a risk to rob Zou Yuniang and escape. When he looked back, the Yellow Turbans in Wancheng were already destroyed.

At the west of the city, Guan Hai, who was like an iron tower, stared at the edge of the small village, grabbed the yellow turban thief in front of him and lifted him up in the air, shouting loudly: "What did you say?"

The Yellow Turban thief was both jealous and replied with a thorn in his heart, "General, Zhao Shuai has been killed by Han Zhong. The Grand General and Liu Pi were killed with Zhao Shuai. Han Zhong lied that he had something to discuss, but secretly joined the court. As soon as the Grand General, Zhao Shuai and Liu Pi arrived outside the west gate, the government army suddenly arrived. The Grand General and Zhao Shuai were not as good as the defense, and they were all killed."

Guan Hai roared angrily: "Han Zhong, I can't spare him! What about Zhao Shuai and the commander of the Grand Supervisor? How about it?"

The Yellow Turban thief replied with a sad face: "The camp in the west of the city has been broken. Most of the soldiers in the camp surrendered and killed. Only a few of them escaped their lives. The young ones relied on their fast legs to save their lives."

"Hateful! Tens of thousands of troops are destroyed by this, it's really hateful!" Guan Hai attacked each other with his fists and said angrily, "Where is the official army going now?"

The Yellow Turban Thief said: "One has entered the city, and the other seems to have gone to Liu Pi's camp in the south of the city."

"No, Liu Pi's troops are going to suffer!" Guan Hai said in disgrace, "Ma Yue has goodwill with someone, but he can't stand by his death and refuses to save him!"

Guan Hai didn't know that Ma Yue had actually left long ago.

He shook his hand and threw the scared Yellow Turban thief to the ground. Guan Hai turned over and jumped onto a broken wall, pulled out his sword, raised his sword and let out a sharp roar towards the sky. More than 800 Yellow Turban thieves who were originally scattered at the entrance of the village stood up and surrounded Guan Hai.

Many of the 800 Yellow Turban thieves were Guan Hai's old subordinates. Guan Hai had already followed him to rob the family when he was still a bandit in Qingzhou. Later, Qingzhou suffered a drought once in a century, and then a locust plague. The people cut off their way to survive, and the bandits who made a living by plunder were also affected. Guan Hai had to take them all the way south and flee to the Nanyang territory and was incorporated by Zhao Hong.

Therefore, this bandit Yellow Turban is essentially different from other farmers. Because they have been making a living on the tip of the knife all year round, they have to travel thousands of miles away. Those with poor physical fitness cannot survive. As a result, the fittest survives and survives the fittest. In the end, everyone else is heroic!

Not only did they act ruthlessly, they killed without blinking, and their fighting will was much stronger than the ordinary Yellow Turban. This bandit Yellow Turban originally had more than 1,000 people, but unfortunately, the fierce battle in Bailongtan encountered the more fierce Western Liang Iron Cavalry, so they suffered heavy losses and less than 300 survived. Last night, they became popular with Zhou Cang's troops, and lost more than 100 people, and now there are less than 200 people left.

Guan Hai's eyes flew past like a wolf, and more than 800 Yellow Turban Thiefs were silent. The entire village fell into a dead silence. In the bleak cold wind, only the heavy breathing of the Yellow Turban Thiefs could be heard.

"In the battle of Bailongtan, Ma Yue and us have life-saving grace. It is not my husband who should do it if we know that we are not repaying our kindness! Now Ma Yue is in trouble, and I want to go to rescue me. Can you please go with me?"

"Willing to go!"

"But it is up to the general to condemn it!"

"We swear to follow you to the death!"

The Yellow Turban thieves who were born in the bandits responded one after another, while the other Yellow Turban thieves who were born in the peasant showed hesitation. Go and you must have died. They have already experienced the power of the government army. If you don’t go, you are afraid that Guan Hai will kill someone in anger, so he is in a dilemma.

Guan Hai said furiously: "If you don't want to go, please leave quickly, and you will never force me."

The entire village entrance was silent. After a long time, a yellow turban thief tentatively touched the village. Guan Hai groaned and slapped the yellow turban thief to death on the ground with an arrow.

Guan Hai shot the Yellow Turban with an arrow and shouted loudly: "If anyone dares to retreat again, that guy is a role model!"

The Yellow Turban Thiefs were all terrified. Follow Guan Hai to kill the official army and might die, but if they don’t go, they will die immediately. As long as they are not idiots, everyone knows how to choose.

The Yellow Turban thieves were frightened by Guan Hai's tyranny, so they had to cheer up and follow the camp in the south of the city.

When Guan Hai led his army to the south camp, the Zhechong captain Yuan Shao led the official army to attack. Zhu Jun aimed at Han Zhong, Wancheng, so he only sent Yuan Shao to lead 500 southern troops to attack the south camp. He followed him with 500 Youyan volunteer soldiers from Liu Bei in Zhuo County. Liu Bei's Youyan volunteer soldiers lacked training and poor equipment, so he could only cheer on the side, which was useless.

The combat effectiveness of the Han army has always been strong. They are not only well-trained and well-equipped, but also have a complete merit reward system. Killing a Yellow Turban means a merit and a reward, so everyone strives to be the first and moves forward.

Although Yuan Shao's men only had 500 Southern Army (the Han Dynasty military system, with the Southern Army and Northern Army, and the status was equivalent to that of the Central Army), they fought hard to resist the 3,000 Yellow Turbans in Liu Pi's camp, and many defense lines had been broken. If there was no external force intervention, Liu Pi's Yellow Turbans would soon collapse.

But at this critical moment, Guan Hai's men arrived.

...

Wancheng has now become a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Han Zhong, who thought that he would definitely be rewarded by the court after making great contributions, has since made his way and transformed from a Yellow Turban Thief into a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty, was finally shocked by the cold butcher knife raised by the official army and his dream was broken.

Under Zhu Jun's order, more than 20,000 yellow turbans under Han Zhong's troops put down their weapons and lined up neatly into the urn city inside the west gate of Wancheng in bare hands. When the heavy city gate slowly closed, these yellow turban thieves were still immersed in their dreams, not knowing that bad luck had come.

It was not until a team of archers with a cold expression opened the city wall and followed Zhu Jun's attentiveness that Han Zhong realized that something was wrong. What was the official army going to do in this position? Are they defending the city? Now that Nanyang Yellow Turbans are destroyed, who dares to attack Wancheng? If they were not defending the city, what were they going to do?

A terrible thought flew across Han Zhong's mind like lightning, and his face turned pale in an instant. Zhu Jun turned to look at him. What appeared in his gloomy eyes was an unconcealed cold murderous intent! Oh my God, the official army was going to shoot his troops, but they had surrendered, why did they still do this?

Deception, this is a complete deception!

Han Zhong howled like a wounded wild wolf: "General, you can't, you can't do this! You promised me that as long as you surrender to the court, you will never be too stubborn..."

Zhu Junmo turned his face expressionlessly, waved his right arm with high raised heavily, and the officer staring at Zhu Jun's gesture immediately roared shrillly: "Let the arrow!"

That cold order shattered the dreams of many Yellow Turban soldiers. Looking back, what awaited them was the fate of being massacred.

The archers who have long been accustomed to life and death, and their hearts are harder than iron, coldly set their bows, aiming, and then loosen their hands. The sharp feather arrows have already flown out of the string. In an instant, thousands of feather arrows gathered into the sharp God of Death Scythe, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the unprepared Yellow Turban surrendered soldiers!

"No!"

Han Zhong was furious and roared at Zhu Jun. Dong Zhuo, who had been waiting on one side, drew his sword without hesitation. The sword light shone and blood splashed, and Han Zhong's head was thrown high.

With a sword, Dong Zhuo lowered his head unwillingly, looking at the city of Shura Blood Prison. More than 20,000 Yellow Turbans, that would be more than 20,000 contributions! Unfortunately, it cannot be recorded on Dong Zhuo's head, otherwise, with this military merit, Dong Zhuo would be enough to be promoted to Lang General.

Under the flags, Cao Cao stood in the wind and couldn't bear to see the tragic scene, so he quietly turned away.
Chapter completed!