"Roar~~"

Guan Hai roared with a tiger, and the long sword in his hand slashed down with a thunderous force, killing an officer-military general who was trying to resist on the spot. Then he was about to break his eyes and shouted loudly: "Put down the weapons!"

"Put down your weapons!"

Seeing Guan Hai's momentum, Zhou Cang was seriously injured regardless of his health. He then raised his arms and howled angrily, and even his messy hair stood up one by one, looking extremely ferocious.

"Put down your weapons!"

"Put down your weapons!"

Eight hundred bandits and Yellow Turban soldiers flocked from both ends of the long street and Zou Jing and hundreds of officers surrounded him, waving the steel knife in his hands at the top of his lungs, and the wolf howled. During the siege, Zou Jing's face was pale, his eyes were scattered, and his face was covered with blood. He had long lost his usual elegant demeanor. Around Zou Jing, hundreds of soldiers in Nanyang were all sieve, and his heart was full of fear. The sheep in the past have now become evil wolves, and the world has really changed.

Lost, defeated again!

I've been trapped, I've been trapped again!

Ma Yue, damn Ma Yue, Zou Jing suddenly felt a black look in front of him, and his blood rushes down from the horse's back.

"when!"

Before Zou Jingren landed, the sword in his hand hit the ground first, hitting the hard bluestone slab and making a crisp sound. The soldiers who were waiting for the command of the general to breathe a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly threw away the weapons in their hands.

Win, finally win! Zhou Cang breathed a long sigh of relief, suddenly felt a black look in front of his eyes, and his already undestroyed body immediately collapsed like a scattered body, and his legs fell to the ground with a soft sound. A yellow turban thief came forward to help Zhou Cang up, but he took a step forward and fell to the ground. A wisp of blood slowly blew out along the corner of his mouth, making the ground red, and his originally bright eyes dimmed in an instant, losing their luster forever...

"Puff~~"

The sound of their bodies falling to the ground rang one after another, and most of the more than 300 Yellow Turban soldiers blocking the northern end of the long street fell on the cold ground.

In the back of the eight hundred bandits, a strange look suddenly flashed through Ma Yue's deep eyes. What a good man! These iron-clad men! They did not die under the swords of the government army, but died of hunger and coldness! They turned around suddenly, and Ma Yue stared at Liu Yan, with the eyes colder than the cold void.

"At any cost, we must save these brothers!"

...

Outside Fuyang City, the young Wenpin was urging his horse to go south. When the fire was rising to the sky, Fuyang City was about to hide into the night and merge with the dark sky, Wenpin suddenly pulled his horse back, and a hint of despair appeared in his bright black eyes, three-point unwillingness and six-point hatred.

Before breaking out of the siege, Zou Jing's last roar was still echoing in his ears.

"Hurry! Go out of the city and go to Sui County to find General Huang Zhong, and order him to lead the army back and save Fuyang!"

Fuyang, my Wenpin will come back.

Brother-in, Wen Pin swears that you must save you from the eight hundred bandits.

Ma Yue, you wait. One day, I, Wenpin, will cut off your head with my own hands!

"drive!"

Wen Pin whipped hard on the horse's thigh, and the mount hurt, and he neighed for a long time, let go of his four hooves and ran south. After a while, one man and one rider disappeared into the vast night.

...

"Bang!"

Guan Hai kicked up and kicked the closed door hard. The lieutenant who was hiding behind the door couldn't dodge. He was hit by the bounced door and flew backwards on the spot. He hit the stone wall behind him. With a puff, a head had already broken like a watermelon, and red and white objects splashed on the wall.

Ma Yue stood behind Guan Hai and looked around. He saw that the fire pit in the room was burning brightly. He could feel the warmth of the beak when standing outside the door. There was a soft couch next to the fire pit. On the soft couch, there was a person lying on the soft couch, with his eyes wide open and his expression ferocious. The blazing flames reflected in his dark pupils, which were as terrifying as ghost fire.

"Qin Jie!"

Ma Yue suddenly widened his eyes and it turned out to be Qin Jie! As early as when he failed to follow Liu Pi's strategy to attack Ji Yang, Ma Yue recognized Qin Jie. At that time, Qin Jie was standing on the top of Ji Yang City and cursing Liu Pi, and even vomiting blood on the spot. From then on, Ma Yue remembered Qin Jie's appearance.

Qin Jie was actually in Fuyang. No wonder he left a total of 1,000 troops in Fuyang. This is the fate!

Guan Hai strode into the room and kicked Qin Jie in the crotch. Qin Jie's body bounced, as hard as a piece of wood, and was already lifeless.

"Boqi, you're so dead!"

"Dead!?"

Ma Yue was stunned again and walked slowly to Qin Jie's soft couch. He saw a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of Qin Jie's mouth. The silk quilt covered on his body and the ground, and the chest was covered with red blood. It seemed that he was in a hurry and died of vomiting blood. Gradually, Ma Yue's frown began to relax, and a cold smile began to condense on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth. Ma Yue turned to Guan Hai and said in a deep voice: "Old Guan, do you know who he is?"

Guan Hai did not recognize Qin Jie and asked, "Who is it?"

Ma Yue sneered: "This person is the commander of the Nanyang soldiers, the prefect of Nanyang - Qin Jie!"

"What, he is Qin Jie, the prefect of Nanyang!?"

Guan Hai's eyes sterned, and he pulled out his sword and wanted to cut off Qin Jie's head to relieve his anger. This executioner, I don't know how many Yellow Turban brothers were cut off by him. Even if he died today, he would still vent his head for the brothers who died.

"Old Guan, wait!" Ma Yue grabbed Guan Hai's arm and said sternly, "I have a wonderful use if I don't hurry to behead my head and keep his entire body!"

"Is it useful to keep his whole body?

"It is necessary for him to attack Wancheng."

"Oh, keep him to attack Wancheng?" Guan Hai murmured, and after a few seconds he realized, stared at Ma Yue in surprise, "What? Boqi, what did you say? Attack... Attack Wancheng? Are you saying that we eight hundred bandits will attack Wancheng next?"

"Yes, we have to attack Wancheng next!" Ma Yuesenran said, "And we will definitely fight!"

Guan Hai was so stern, and what Ma Yue said was really horrifying. Thinking about the time when Zhang Mancheng and hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans besieged Wancheng, it took several months to capture Wancheng with hundreds of thousands of casualties. Now Ma Yue has only 800 bandits under him, and he actually wants to attack Wancheng, and he is confident that he will definitely conquer!?

However, since he followed Ma Yue and became a bandit, Ma Yue has brought Guan Hai too much incredible. Many things are simply impossible with Guan Hai's simple head, but Ma Yue did it in the end? Just say that this time, Guan Hai and Pei Yuanshao felt it was impossible to defeat Fuyang, because the Nanyang soldiers not only had a strong city to defend, but also had an advantage in military strength. But did Ma Yue do it in the end?

As long as it was Ma Yue said, there was nothing he could not do! Guan Hai stared at Ma Yue deeply, feeling the blood in his body boiling in waves. A strong feeling churned violently on his chest, and he was so excited that he wanted to turn the world over and trample the entire Han Empire under his feet...

Ma Yue's face was gloomy and his eyes looked like a bright north. The bitter cold wind blew on him, and his whole figure was frozen like a thousand-year-old ancient pine. It sounded a bit crazy because it was just eight hundred bandits who wanted to attack Wancheng. However, Ma Yue had thought about it carefully and was not a whim and had a hot mind! As the saying goes, small stones also smashed large clay tanks. Although the 800 bandits had few people, they might be able to capture Luoyang City one day. Who can predict the future and who dares to predict? Everything depends on fate and takes advantage of the situation.

There is naturally a reason why Ma Yue was so confident that he could attack Wancheng.

First of all, Wancheng is in a state of emptiness!

Zhu Jun's army had already gone north to Jizhou, and the troops of the rebel Han Zhong were slaughtered again. Qin Jie's Nanyang soldiers were only more than 6,000. Three thousand were taken to Sui County by Huang Zhong. The 1,000 left in Fuyang had collapsed. In the end, more than 2,000 people were left. Not only did they have to station in Wancheng, but they also had to divide their troops to guard Jiyang and Yuyang counties. After several places, how many troops can Wancheng be left? At most, one thousand people!

Secondly, Ma Yue also has the ace of Qin Jie in his hand! Although Qin Jie is dead, there are not many people who know the news of his death. If at this time, a single army of white soldiers suddenly supports Qin Jie's coffin and returns to Wancheng, even if the spirit-protecting official army is unfamiliar, Qin Jie's body is real. Will the city guardian official army open the city to welcome it or reject it?

Poor Qin Jie, he will be used once even after he dies. I wonder if Youzhi of the Quanxiaxia would be so angry that he would live and die again?
Chapter completed!