Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Liu Ye was sweating coldly, and suddenly turned his head and stared down at the city, but the city was in turmoil, with enemy troops wrapped in yellow turbans everywhere, unable to find the enemy at all. Just when he was about to look back, he suddenly felt the hairs on his back erect, and he glanced subconsciously. After passing by, I saw that in the Yellow Turban army formation under the city, a burly yellow turban general was pointing at him with a bow and arrow. He missed the arrow once, and he had to shoot again.

Liu Ye was furious and waved at the Yellow Turban general, threatening and provoking it was self-evident.

The two eyes collided in the air.

"Boom!"

The arrow of the Yellow Turban leader flew out, and the arrow wrapped in strong wind let out a scream, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Liu Ye's body and rushed to his chest.

There was a flash of light in Liu Ye's eyes, and the dark arrow was hard to guard, but if the arrow shot in the face could not be guarded, it would be a waste of practice. He shook his arm suddenly, and the long arrow in his hand blocked the long arrow.

There was a bad wind behind his ears. Liu Ye seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, his long squint turned, and he plunged into the chest of the sneak attack enemy. Blood was splashing. He wanted to draw out the blade, but he changed his attention before he roared and raised his arms. He just provoked the yellow turban stepper who had attacked him by one foot.

The yellow turban steppers who had been swarming saw this scene, and they were all shocked, as if they had encountered a huge wave on the reef, they retreated in an instant, the people behind them squeezed forward, the people in front retreated, and they suddenly became a mess.

Countless awe-inspiring gazes fell on Liu Ye, especially with the corpse of the yellow turban stepper under his feet, and everyone discovered that the people who died under Liu Ye were afraid that there were no fewer than thirty or fifty people, such a brave man. The **** has never been seen since the Yellow Turban came up.

Even the ancient overlord of Western Chu, it is nothing more than that! This thought flashed through many people, and they were terrified. The yellow turban pawns at the forefront kept moving their feet backwards, their arms trembling, and when they looked at each other, they all looked pale with fear, no one. Dare to go forward and die.

This scene was also seen by the defenders on the city wall, especially those who had just retreated. They were all dumbfounded, and those who wanted to do something against Liu Ye just now were even more afraid.

Looking at Liu Ye's back, the soldiers stopped hesitantly. Just now, the soldiers were stunned by the battle, and Liu Ye's appearance was like a booster, boosting morale.

But Liu Ye was only one person after all. Although brave and good at fighting, he still couldn't rebuild the cowardly and fearful military spirit.

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Down the city, Han Cheqi put down his strong bow with an ugly expression. The two arrows shot just now were blocked by the soldiers on the top of the city, making his vanguard general's face lost. He could feel the eyes of the surrounding soldiers without looking. The inexplicable meaning.

This is the case in the military, where the strong are supported and the weak are despised.

"Unarmored!"

Ashamed and annoyed by Han Che, his chest was filled with infinite fighting spirit. He could have the current rank of military rank, all with one shot at a time. Qu Shuai and Zhou Jun praised him as Fan Kuo’s rebirth, and he often used Fan Kuo's bravery. In the past, those who were killed in the battle were all unknown, but the soldier in the city was so brave that he just beheaded him and made a note in the military record to let others know who was the best general in the army.

Taking off the heavy armor, the Korean car rides shirtlessly, holding a knife in his hand, and looking around the guards around him, he said: "The soldier in the city is a certain one. You are not allowed to grab it!"

The guards saw that Han Cheqi was about to go to the city in person, and responded with a slam, and rushed down the city around him.

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On the city wall, Liu Ye leaned forward. The enemy tried to step forward several times, but was easily prosecuted by Liu Ye. So every time Liu Ye stepped forward, they squeezed a step back, and soon they had already withdrawn five or six. step.

"Make way for someone!"

With a roar, the cowering yellow turban stepper squeezed out a burly man covered in blood. This man had a long beard and face, a fierce appearance, and a disheveled head hanging from his waist. He stood still and looked at the person in front of him. Liu Ye took a mouthful of blood on the ground, turned his head and smiled sarcastically at the robe behind him: "A certain person is actually a yellow-mouthed child, and you guys are too useless. See if a certain cut off his dog's head! "

He didn't put Liu Ye in his eyes at all during the conversation, but the head around his waist caught Liu Ye's attention. He stared at it, and his face suddenly changed. Although the face of this head was blocked by blood, he still recognized it as a military officer.

It turned out that the man who killed Junhou was this big man. Liu Ye was so angry that he smirked, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and sneered: "I went to the Palace of the King of Gods, remember that the person who killed you was called Liu Ye."

Liu Ye moved slightly, shook his hand, staring at the tattooed man in front of him, and shook out.

"Eat your grandpa!" The tattooed man was really fooled, and he fended off the weak pole with a stab. He had already deceived himself with the knife, but the speed of coming was beyond Liu Ye's expectation. He smashed with a steel knife in his hand. The blade was as fast as a bolt of lightning, but Liu Ye seemed to be frightened, and he didn't even dodge.

The big man rejoiced on his face and raised his whole strength to speed up the sword. Seeing that the long knife was about to slash Liu Ye's head, he saw a cold smile on Liu Ye's face.

Between the lightning and flint, Liu Ye actually threw away the long hair in his hand. At the moment when the steel knife was about to fall on the top of his head, his body suddenly grabbed a half step to the left and front. The knife missed his shoulder and cut empty.

But Liu Ye's body was close to less than half an arm's distance from the tattooed man, and the two faces were almost attached to each other. The man obviously did not expect Liu Ye to react like this. He hurriedly twisted his wrist, and the steel knife in his hand turned into a cut. Still Liu Ye's head.

"Half a step!"

Liu Ye suddenly snorted the term, and the force came from the spine. His arms were only swayed back a few inches, and his fists hit the tattooed man’s chest upwards. Compared with the movements of his hands, his feet stepped forward again. Half a step, there was a thunderous slamming sound, and when one foot came down, the blue brick of the city wall was stepped on and cracked, and no one noticed this scene.

The tattooed man saw that Liu Ye was so stupid as to throw away his weapon and beat him with fists and feet. A sneer appeared on his face. The difference between the two bodies was huge. He was confident that even if Liu Ye's small arms and legs were hit a few times, it was no different from scratching.

"Boom!"

But in the next second, the tattooed man's sneer froze for an instant, and a heavy muffled sound accompanied by a cracked bone sounded on his chest. His eyes widened as copper bells stared at Liu Ye, and the sentence "you" was still there. Rolling in his throat, the majestic oxen body flew upside down. I don't know how fast the castration was. Like a cannonball knocked over a group of people, a large amount of dust was splashed on the ground.

The surrounding yellow trousers looked down and saw that his chest collapsed shockingly. At this time, his face was sour and blue, and his mouth was constantly spraying with blood mixed with meat. Hit to death with one punch, shocked everywhere.