Chapter 3 (2/2)

Liu Ye's powerful bow shot, the yellow scarf bandit army's spirit is frustrated, very afraid, a company back two miles before standing up.

Zhou Jun's face was in shock. His teeth covered his shoulder. The armor on his shoulder was broken. The blood pressure on his fingers could not stop coming out. The guards around him were busy bandaging.

When the arrow came just now, he almost thought that he would die here. Thanks to the spirit of the good horse under him, he picked up a life. He still had a lingering fear when he remembered the big drink of the Bowman at the head of the city.

”Qu Shuai, are you all right?” A group of yellow turban generals came to greet them.

Zhou Jun's face was pale and gritted his teeth and said, ”the officers and soldiers are shameless. They hurt me with concealed arrows and pass on our military orders. The army will attack the city immediately. After the city is broken, it will be slaughtered!”

A yellow turban general with a fierce body, a blue complexion, and a black mole on his lips, said in a cold voice: ”our army came out from the giant deer and broke through the counties in the plain. All the officials of the Han Dynasty fled. How dare the small counties in Licheng dare to fight for the chariot. Qu Shuai, Han Qiqi is willing to be the vanguard and cut off the county magistrate's dog head and offer it to the account. ”

Zhou Jun's face was happy. Han Qiqi was his general. He was the butcher of Pingyuan county. Later, he believed in Taiping Road. After the incident, a man with a butcher's knife went into the County Yamen and killed the county's captain. He led the people to attack Pingyuan county. He believed that the city was broken only today. He praised: ”the chariot's spirit is commendable. You are the vanguard. You are to be the vanguard. Ben.” Shuai allows you to ask for the money and food women in the city firstAs soon as this was said, all the Yellow turban generals around him were moved. Li county is a national rich county in Jinan. There must be a lot of money and grain in the city. Whoever is advanced in the city will naturally win the favor, and they have to ask for war as the vanguard.

Han Qiqi was very happy. He was afraid that others would take the lead. He quickly accepted the general's order. Just as he was about to leave happily, Zhou Jun stopped him: ”wait, I have another thing to do for you!”

Han's motorcyclists stopped at the news, and Zhou Jun's face was livid. He took a look at the direction of the city wall. He lifted his injured shoulder, and his eyes were ferocious: ”capture the man who shoots me, I will cook him by myself!”

”To order!”

Han's face grinned grimly, and his fists made his armor ring. Then he ran to his headquarters and yelled: ”come with me!”

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The drums roared and the trumpets rang.

The Yellow turban army outside the east of the city was in the shape of wild geese. It was different from the battle just now. At this time, the momentum of the Yellow turban army suddenly changed. The colorful banners hunted with the wind. The spears and spears held by the soldiers were dazzling. Since the beginning of the incident, the spirit of pozhouke county has not been left. Before the battle, the garrison in the city has been under the pressure of momentum.

On the city wall, the drums of the Han Army gradually sank, and the bowmen quietly stepped forward. The bows and arrows were placed on the strings and were not fired.

Liu Ye holds the three stone carving bow and can't help but swallow his saliva. He thinks that it's not Zhao Zilong's brave man. Looking at the yellow scarf army approaching, he suddenly has the feeling of climbing up the roller coaster. His heart shrinks and shrinks. The worried people want to yell. However, the military regulations are strict. It is the crime of killing the head to make a little noise before the battle, while the Yellow turban army moves aside Cutting is not slow, only listen to the foot rumble, can count the breath to advance further, this kind of slowly approaching, the feeling of passing day like a year, let a person spirit several times collapse.