Chapter 18 (1/2)

The Yellow turban bandits were not strict in military discipline, and they rarely patrol and defend on weekdays. Now the heavy rain is falling, and everyone is sheltering from the rain in the camp. Where else can they go out of the camp?

When the rain drops a little, Liu Ye immediately orders: ”let the city down!”

Seven or eight ropes are thrown down from the city. Liu Ye is the first to grasp the rope, rub the hemp rope and fall step by step from the head of the city. He steps on the ground with one foot, waiting for others to fall down one by one along the rope from the city head.

Liu Ye suddenly thinks of the article ”the sword of candle retreats from the Qin Dynasty”. In that way, Zhu Zhiwu, a senior official of the state of Zheng, fell down from the head of the city. Now, hundreds of people are let out of the city, which is quite spectacular.

When more than 300 people gathered at the head of the city, Liu Ye took out the long letter behind him: ”go!”

Each of them, wearing leather armour and armed with long and short knives, moved gently under their feet and touched the endless barracks of the Yellow scarves without saying a word.

At this time, the camp was still shrouded in heavy rain, and no one of the yellow scarf thieves came out to get in the rain. Unexpectedly, a strange soldier was quietly touching it. When Liu Ye and his staff arrived at the camp, they still didn't notice it.

Liu Ye holds the long letter tightly, and a group of people behind him are highly concentrated and ready to go, just waiting for an order.

The palm of the hand fell down gently, and the thunderous cry of killing broke out in the company.

”Kill the thief!”

”Someone's going to kill Zhou Shuai

More than 300 people are killed in the Yellow turban bandit camp at one go. Liu Ye opens the camp. The Yellow turban thieves who are awakened are unarmed and are picked and killed by him one by one. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was killed by countless knives and guns. For a moment, there was chaos in the thief's camp, and he could not organize effective resistance.

More than 300 people gathered their energy and energy. At this moment, they suddenly killed. The silver bottle broke, the water burst out, and the swords and guns roared. Although there was no iron horse, more than 300 people held back their strength and killed people. It was just like cutting melons and cutting vegetables.

At the beginning, the Yellow turban bandits suffered heavy casualties, but after all, tens of thousands of them gradually woke up and tried to resist. However, they could not see their fingers in the dark and did not know which enemy was.

What's more, Licheng Garrison's words also puzzled them: is someone going to rebel and assassinate Zhou Shuai?

In the dark, friends and enemies were not separated. Some people were accidentally injured by their classmates. Some of them were very angry and slashed without saying a word. No matter how the Yellow turban thieves are not divided between enemies and friends, they will never be killed. Therefore, when you scold the Yellow turban thieves, I will cut my sword, and I will fight with each other. Countless yellow turban soldiers begin to fight together. The chaos is getting worse and worse. The blood flows to the ground and mixes with the rain, giving off a strong fishy smell.

”What's the matter? Are you crazy?”

Zhou Jun just woke up and was furious, because many of the people who were fighting against each other were wearing yellow scarves, but somehow they never died. He was still besieged by the city. He had the strength to kill his own people.

”I will order everyone to stop fighting immediately. You will go out and patrol. If there is a fierce battle, all will be killed!”