The city is full of Yellow Turbans

Chapter 150, bloody massacre
These elite soldiers died, fell into the Shura hell in an instant, were drowned by floods, and were crushed to death by house collapses, countless.

"Crunch! Plop!"

Liu Bei and others were just dragged up to the roof by Guan Yu. Not long after, a huge wave hit, and the wall collapsed and the house collapsed. Several people fell into the water at once. No matter how they struggled, everything was in vain in the face of floods and beasts. In the blink of an eye, several people were rushed far away.

"Help, whoever saves the governor, the governor will be rewarded."

Luckily, Liu Bei grabbed a wooden plank, and just after rushing not far away, he heard someone shouting for help in the corner ahead.

Liu Bei turned his head to watch carefully, and saw a war horse struggling violently in the water, with a bloated man like a big bucket hanging behind its buttocks, with disheveled hair and blood on his face, he was holding on to the horse's tail. Shouting desperately in the water.

"It's... Lord Inspector."

Liu Bei finally got a clear view of this person's face. This person was fat and big-eared, and his appearance was extremely ugly. It was indeed easy to identify him. It was Dong Zhuo, the governor of Xiliang.

"Xuande, save me."

Seeing Liu Bei, Dong Zhuo was overjoyed and hurriedly waved to Liu Bei.

"Snapped…"

The horse whose tail was held by Dong Zhuo struggled violently in the flood, paddling desperately, naturally annoyed by the burden on the tail, twisted its body and bumped around, hoping to get rid of Dong Zhuo sooner.
While speaking, Dong Zhuo was thrown to the side wall again by the war horse, and the blood on his forehead immediately flowed down his face.

"call…"

Just as Liu Bei was about to paddle the plank to swim towards Dong Zhuo, a huge wave rushed in. Liu Bei became unsteady and fell into the water again. Since he was a one-armed swordsman, his hands and feet were naturally not as agile as others. He struggled in the water for a long time and took several mouthfuls. In the river, Liu Bei came to the surface again.

"Lord Inspector, please wait for a moment, Xuande will come to rescue you immediately."

Another half an hour later, the inside and outside of Yangping City were filled with flood water, and the water situation naturally calmed down a lot. Just as Liu Bei and others were about to struggle to rush out of the city to find a safe place, suddenly there was a loud noise of shouting and killing. Come, east, west, north, south, there seem to be thousands of troops and horses in the four directions, accompanied by the shocking sound of gongs and drums, the momentum is astonishing and earth-shattering.

"Kill, rush!"

"No, there is an ambush." ​​Liu Bei said in shock.

"Xuande, what can I do?" Dong Zhuo, who was lying side by side with Liu Bei on the plank, exclaimed with a pale face.

"Kill, rush!"

The sound of killing was getting closer and closer, and the movement was getting louder.

Soon there were many yellow scarf soldiers riding rafts and holding swords at the four city gates.

Bocai led the army from the east, and under his tent a thousand elite soldiers were all murderous and their morale was high.

It was Zhang Fei who led the army from outside the west gate. Zhang Fei held a snake spear in his hand, and with an excited look on his face, he kept rubbing his hands and stamping his feet, urging the march.

Coming from the north gate was Dian Wei who was leading the tiger guards with a pair of iron halberds in his hands. Dian Wei was expressionless, and the iron halberds in his hands were dazzling, murderous, and the power of the tiger was unstoppable.

Leading the army from the south came a stern young man in golden armor. This man had a slashed face, a handsome face, sword eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and two eyes with gods. Colorful tiger-headed combat boots, wearing a plain white flying dragon battle robe, the white robe dances wildly in the wind, making this man even more majestic. With a silver gun in his hand, he is really a rare handsome and romantic young man.

However, despite his good looks and temperament, this person has an evil face, with a straw dangling from the corner of his mouth, which suddenly adds a touch of strange color to that handsome and martial image.

This person is the yellow scarf Xu Feng who led the army to sweep across Yingchuan, marched forward with great singing and made the enemy fearful. He is only in his early 17 years old. Although he is not very old, everyone in the world probably knows the reputation of Xu Feng and Xu Sanguang.

"The soldiers of Xu Feng of the Yellow Turban?" Those Xiliang soldiers in the city who were lucky enough to survive looked at the big yellow scarf flags fluttering in the wind, and suddenly turned pale with fright.

Xu Feng killed people without batting an eyelid, massacred cities, looted, he was ruthless and decisive towards the imperial court and the officers and soldiers. When he was in Yingchuan, Xu Feng repeatedly wiped out enemies without leaving a single one alive. Such bloody methods were extremely cruel, so when Seeing the big Xu character on the flag fluttering in the wind, these Xiliang soldiers suddenly fell into an ice cellar and completely despaired.

"kill!"

Xu Feng had no expression on his face, and spit out a word from his mouth, but just this one word has already made people frightened and frightened.

The yellow turban soldiers behind them had their knives out of their sheaths, their swords out of their boxes, their spears in their hands, their bows and arrows in full swing, and the raft was rapidly paddling forward. Is it possible for those elite Xiliang soldiers out of the water to hide?
As soon as the raft approached them, the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans swung their swords and charged with their spears, chattering and chattering at the Xiliang soldiers who had surfaced in the water, ravaging wildly like a sharp knife.

The Xiliang soldiers were not good at water, and they couldn't take care of themselves in the water. If they didn't have wooden boards and stumps, they would have been buried in the bottom of the water long ago, and they would have met the Dragon King.

"die!"

The spear in Xu Feng's hand was shot with lightning, and a Xiliang soldier with an exposed head, whose head was like a watermelon, was directly picked by Xu Feng with a single shot, his head blossomed on the spot, and blood burst out.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The archer on the raft, with the sound of the bowstring, shot at the floating head in his hand.

These Xiliang soldiers can't escape, can't hide, they can't go to the sky, and they can't go to the earth. Facing the crazy attack of Huangjin Xu Feng and others, all they can do is wait for death silently.

A few clever ones, relying on their water skills, actually dived into the bottom of the water under the swords of Xu Feng and others, trying to avoid it, but if they dived, wouldn't they come up?

"58, 59, sixty..."

Seeing a soldier from Xiliang dive down, Xu Feng counted leisurely with a straw in his mouth, and thought to himself, "Boy, I'm almost holding back, it's time to come out and bubble up."

Sure enough, not long after, there was a splash, and with the splash of water, a round head appeared.

"Pfft!"

Like a fisherman catching fish, Xu Feng stabbed out with lightning, and with a bang, the sharp tip of the spear pierced the neck of the Xiliang soldier in the water decisively and domineeringly with a tinge of residual red.

Ah!
The soldier from Xiliang screamed, his eyes widened, and his face was full of unwillingness.

He really doesn't want to die, he is still young, and there are countless money and food waiting for him to grab, and countless women waiting for him to molested. Young and plenty of time to enjoy it all.

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