A Weird Theater That Started In London

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In fact, blindly avoiding is not a good strategy.

Lu Li needs to know how the Yellow Turban army is distributed, the next target after the capture of Pingtao County, and whether other areas of Taiyuan County have fallen...

Therefore, the most urgent thing is to grab a tongue and ask, and it can't be a yellow turban warrior, it must be a military commander who has a lot of high-level movements.

Not only can obtain intelligence, but also can take this opportunity to hone their martial skills and become familiar with the increase in strength brought by the battle spirit.

Do several things in one fell swoop.

There is a saying, someone came to deliver pillows when they wanted to fall asleep, and when the three approached the village, laughter and women's cries were heard in the ears.

The current form is not the Yellow Turban thief. What can it be?

And Pang Chun, who has served as a thief, has rich hunting experience. He gestured to Lu Li and Ji Zhong to dismount and hide in the nearby bushes. Then, he walked to the front alone and looked down for a moment.

There is only one road leading to the village, and the snow is just right at night, which can ensure that the horseshoe prints and footprints will not be covered.

"Lord."

After a while, Pang Chunmao walked to Lu Li's waist, and said, "Footprints are messy. I counted them roughly. There are about two hundred infantrymen and thirty cavalrymen."

Messy steps?

Hearing that, Lu Qiqi's confidence is even stronger. The Yellow Turban army who looted the village is really only a small group of troops, and has not received any training.

Ji Zhong squinted his eyes, looked at the smoking village in front of him, lowered his voice and asked, "Master, what should I do?"

There was a hint of excitement in his tone.

This is the first battle after taking refuge in the lord, so it is natural to perform well.

Lu Li felt that the two of them were unconsciously holding their weapons, and he was not timid, and he was quite satisfied.

"If you encounter a general who understands the soul of war, you two will leave me alone and leave it to be useful. Don't lose your life for nothing."

In just a few words, there was a burst of warmth in their hearts.

"Lord..."

After all he was young, Pang Chun's tone was a little dry, as if he had made some major decision, he picked up his robe and prepared to give a big gift, but was held down by Lu Li.

"You don't need to pay attention to these false gifts. Killing a few more Yellow Turban thieves in a while and not letting one person get off is the best way to vote."

After speaking, Lu Li stopped talking, leaped directly on his horse, and rushed towards the smoky village.

The black-maned horse strengthened by the different blood is full of energy, and every time the nose snaps, there will be waves of cold frost, like a horse descending from the earth.

Outside the village.

"I don't know if the army has already invaded Pingtao County. The little ladies in the city are like fairies, hehe."

"I don't think so. Rather than siege a city, it is safer to go to the countryside to collect food. As long as you don't lose your life, you will have a chance to enjoy it in the future."

"Yeah, it's good to rebel against the flag. There is meat to eat all the time, and there is no need to go to the ground to work, haha..."

The man let go of the half-eaten chicken rack in his hand, and laughed up to the sky.

Since working with Guo Qushuai, he hasn't done a day's work. He has wine and meat, and he doesn't even lack women. Isn't that the emperor?

He glanced at the corner of his eye, and gave a shock: "enemy..."

A dark shadow flashed past.

The four Yellow Turban thieves around the fire instantly knelt to the ground, each covering their throats, and fell down with distorted expressions.

That's not a big deal, yet another group of yellow turban soldiers who were in charge of guarding hadn't reacted yet, they were directly beheaded by the flat blade.

Lu Liyou entered the land of no one. Relying on the speed of the black-maned horse and the sharpness of the treasured sword, he solved all the Yellow Turban spies who were guarding outside the village without a sound.

Suddenly, Ji Zhong and Pang Chun who followed behind felt that they were a little superfluous and couldn't use them.

"call out!"

Suddenly, a cold arrow grazed the belly of the black-maned horse. At the critical moment, the secret whistle placed by the enemy general on the roof played a role.

"The officer and army attacked!"

The crossbowman roared, and once again bent his bow to shoot arrows. This time, he aimed at Lu Li's head.

However, BMW was psychic, and there was no need for Lu Li to dodge sideways. The black mane horse, who had some extraordinary perception of danger, stood up instantly.

at the same time.

Many yellow turban thieves who were enjoying themselves in the house shuddered after hearing the reminder. They couldn't care about finishing their clothes and grabbed their weapons and stood up.

And Lu Li also noticed the archer hiding in the house. Without a word, he patted the horse on the back and jumped high.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the secret whistle, a not-knotted arm bent forward and swept it lightly.

Blood splattered.

A head with round eyes across the sky.

This scene really suppressed the mobs who ran out. They did not fight back, but shouted hoarsely:

"General, enemy attack!"

The most important thing in a war is food and grass.

Once the siege does not go well, the fight is food. Therefore, Qushuai Guotai sent a warlord to accompany him.

"This group of mobs will be handed over to you, be careful of the yellow turban warriors, don't let them have a chance to go crazy!"

"I'm going to catch the thief."

Lu Li's voice rang over the village, trembling for several miles.

And Ji Zhong and Pang Chun who rushed over looked at each other--

The soldiers are very fast.

The two separated instantly, each looking for a direction, reaping lives like cutting grass. The yellow turban thieves who had just gotten up with sore legs and blurred eyes had not even raised their weapons, so they were chopped to the ground.

Many of the refugees who have been entrapped have seen such a scene. It is okay for them to bully the unarmed village women. They really want to fight to the death in life, and they withered instantly, kneeling on the ground and knocking their heads like garlic.

A trace of compassion flashed in Pang Chun's heart, but when he glanced at the corner of his eye, he immediately reddened his eyes after seeing the scene in the house, and there was a long scream in his mouth.

After the initial panic, the yellow turban veterans scattered in every corner stabilized their minds. While putting on their armor, they gathered the army's mind and shouted, "There are only three people, kill!"

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!"

"I am in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!"

In the chaos ~www.readwn.com~, several little giants about the same height as the house sprang out from the corner, trying to shred the enemy in front of them.

If you stand from a high place and look down, you will find the snow and dust like a violent earth dragon, and a group of dark shadows fly into the enemy camp, causing a wave of waves.

Lu Qi had no distractions, no longer caring about what was behind him, and the black mane horse ran wildly, following the master's will, and went straight to the enemy general's camp.

In the dim morning light, the hand-over sound was short and intense. No one was Lu Li's enemy. He was like an island in a sea of ​​blood that could move at a high speed.

"Chief." A security guard opened his eyes in a daze, "What are you doing?

"Bastard! Can't you hear any movement outside?" Meng Liang hurriedly put on his hakama, ignoring his outer robe, and exclaimed, "Take my spear!"

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