Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Zhou Wen's head fell to the ground, blood sprayed from his neck, and the headless corpse fell to the ground after a while. The yellow scarf guards surrounded by them looked terrified and did not dare to approach Liu Ye within ten steps.

We must know that Zhou Wen is Zhou Jun's own military lieutenant. He usually takes arrogance and bravery, but now he was beheaded by Liu Ye in three ways. Which of these people would dare to step forward? Liu Ye didn't say much, and killed Zhou Jun.

"You couldn't kill you with an arrow three days ago. You are considered dead. Can you still run today?"

In the heavy rain, Liu Ye held a long stalk in his hand. The rain had washed away the blood on the stalk, but there was still a faint blood stain. Although Zhou Jun was wearing iron armor, his head was scattered, and his five fingers could not help trembling while holding the hilt of the sword. He saw the death scene in his eyes, and he was frightened at the moment.

Zhou Jun trembled and said: "Liu Yuqing... a certain is the Yellow Turban general, a direct disciple of a great sage mentor, if you go for refuge, a certain recommends you to be a small commander, before shooting me and killing my general, hand blade my brother, all But let the past go."

Liu Ye couldn't help laughing: "A big man should carry a three-foot sword when he is born, and make an immortal meritorious deed. Your life is in my hands, you, the chief thief, dare to order me from the thief?"

After that, Liu Ye's face was stunned, and a long stab came out of his hand. Zhou Jun drew his sword to resist, but how could he resist it? The strength of the sword sent from Chang lizhi slapped the sword into the flesh with a chuckle. Even though Zhou Jun was wearing iron armor, Liu Ye flipped his wrist and turned his tip lightly. This was a subtle trick passed down by the Eight Great Spears, called "Spiral Strength."

The spiral force passed through, and immediately pierced the armor leaf on the iron armor, and then passed through Zhou Jun's body effortlessly, and passed through Zhou Jun's back. This long stroke turned into half, half a shot. Chang Li doesn't know how many people's blood was stained today, and the distance between Zhou Jun and Liu Ye is only three steps, and he can even see the thickness of each other's eyebrows.

Click!

At the same time that the big corner was dripping, a flash of lightning fell in the dark clouds, bringing a momentary light to the earth in the melee. Everyone involuntarily looked at Liu Ye and Zhou Jun, only to see Liu Ye's hands grow long. Passing through Zhou Jun's body, Liu Ye's eyes were like electricity, and Zhou Jun was vomiting blood, making it clear who won and who lost.

"Marshal, dead?"

In the chaos army, a weak voice sounded, and the yellow turban soldiers in confusion suddenly became a mess.

"The handsome man is dead!"

"Liu Yuqing is a tiger in the mountains, with unmatched manpower."

As the saying goes, the three armies can win the commander, and each man can't take his ambition. But Liu Ye's supernatural power, first cut Zhou Wen, then Zhou Jun, the Yellow Turban army's elite momentum was immediately taken away, and he dropped his weapon and fled in all directions.

Liu Ye looked at the rain-soaked flag in front of him, and slashed **** the flagpole with a circular knife. A huge flag suddenly broke from it and fell down with a crunch. The huge flag just covered Zhou Jun's body.

At this time, someone from his subordinates stepped forward and cut off the heads of Zhou Jun and Zhou Wen and offered them with both hands. Liu Ye tied his two heads to his waist, and the two heads couldn't stand their eyes on Liu Ye.

At this time, Wu De leaned forward and joked, "Brother, what are you doing with these two dead heads?"

Liu Ye smiled slightly: "These two dead heads are better than a thousand horses. By the way, although Zhou Jun is dead now, there are tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves. After all, they are a hundred-legged insects that die and are not stiff. Let’s go and destroy the Yellow Turban thief’s food, grass and siege equipment!"

At this time, the Yellow Turban thief fled in all directions. The Yellow Turban guard who had taken the lead to escape had passed the news of Zhou Jun's killing to more people's ears. More and more Yellow Turban thief fell into chaos and were full of fear for Liu Ye.

"Liu Ye killed Zhou Shuai!"

"Liu Ye has three heads and six arms, blue face and fangs, reaching out and pinching Zhou Shuai to death!"

"Liu Ye is the descendant of the Nandou Immortal. He wanted to fight against the Great Xian and mentor. He pinched the yellow talisman to attract Thunder and killed Zhou Shuai!"

The Yellow Turban thief became more and more mysterious. Liu Ye's description became more and more horrible. Some people even took advantage of the topic and said that the lightning that fell from the sky was caused by Liu Ye. For a while, the Yellow Turban thief was not in a melee, but it changed It is even more chaotic, and everyone is scared, and they turn around headlessly.

Suddenly, someone from the south shouted: "Liu Ye is here!"

The Yellow Turban thieves gathered here said that there were less than a thousand people, but after hearing these words, they all frightened and ran away. And a Han army came from the south to cover up and kill, especially the leading general, holding a long hair, and two heads hanging from his waist. The sharp-eyed yellow turban thief recognized the original features of the two heads and was even more terrified.

"That's Zhou Shuai's head, Zhou Shuai's head!" The Yellow Turban thieves trampled on each other and pushed each other. The rain made the soil soft, and some people's feet fell into it suddenly, unable to pull out for a while, and the result was turbulent. The crowd of people fell directly to the ground. I don’t know how many feet they stepped on. I only heard dull voices being submerged in the crowd. The yellow scarf thief’s back was crushed and he threw himself into the mud. The nose is full of wet mud, where there is life.

"Catch two people here and ask where the grain and siege equipment are." Liu Ye gave an order, and several rangers rushed in front of them in a team, holding the arms of several Yellow Turban thieves and bringing them to him.

"General Liu, please spare your life."

The yellow turban thief who was taken in front of Liu Ye knelt down in the wet mud with his legs soft, facing the four eyes of Zhou Jun and Zhou Wen's two heads on his waist. Each eye was wide open, especially in the rainy night. Overwhelmed with fear.

Liu Ye said solemnly: "Let me ask you where you can store grain and siege equipment. If you take me there, spare your life."

The Yellow Turban thief originally thought that he was bound to die, but he didn't think there was still a chance, so he really asked what to answer.

With the Yellow Turban thief leading the way, Liu Ye quickly found the grain and grass. The heavy rain had already fallen for a while, and the rain gradually became thinner, and there were not a few drops on his shoulders, and it happened to wash away the blood on Liu Ye. , It's just that a strong **** atmosphere still exists.

There is a huge pile of grain and grass in front of me. Although it rained before, it was properly stored by the Yellow Turban, so it was still dry. However, the wheat grass was piled up like a mountain. You must know that this is the grain and grass used by tens of thousands of troops. Over. In addition to the yellow-orange-orange grain forage, dozens of shoddy ladders are piled up elsewhere.

Liu Ye looked at the grain and grass in front of him and waved his hand.

"Burned."

"Burned? This is food!"

Wu De yelled sharply, rather reluctantly.