Chapter 5

"Go back, anyone who dares to step back will die!"

Liu Ye's arm trembled and the prisoner who had been stabbed through his throat was immediately thrown to the city. The rest of the prisoners were shocked and stopped. However, they saw that Liu Ye was also dressed as a prisoner. He was not a soldier. His fear was lessened. Someone recognized him and called out, "brother Liu, the thief is too fierce. I'm afraid the city wall can't be defended. We can't die in vain …”

Liu Ye's head is not on the head of a bloody man, but he is not afraid of one

The prisoners have lost their courage. Naturally, they will not change because of Liu Ye's words. Many people move forward, but they still want to escape. Some even look at Liu Ye fiercely, trying to get rid of him.

Liu Ye feels the bad eyes of the prisoners, and there is a sharp killing opportunity in his eyes. He stops the prisoners not because he is worried about the country and the people, but for his life. He knows very well that only if he tries to defend the city can he have a chance of life. If anyone wants to delay defending the city, it is to cut off his life. Naturally, he will not be merciful. He has enough assurance to select and kill a group of prisoners in front of him, dripping with blood The spear pointed at the prisoner.

"Zhiniang thief, who dares to attack elder brother Liu? I'll kill him!"

Just now, a group of swindlers came to see the fierce sound of a group of prisoners.

Liu Ye didn't relax his vigilance. He was close to the martial arts ethics in several aspects. Now it's not sure whether he is an enemy or a friend.

Wu De runs to Liu Ye and calls out "big brother" at first. Then he shouts at a group of prisoners with a ring head knife and says, "look who dares to make a mistake!"

The people behind him are also angry, with weapons in their hands, bows and arrows in their hands. They have a desperate posture.

The escaped prisoners looked at each other, but they did not dare to do so. After hesitating for a moment, they bit their teeth back and killed them. It was better to die in the hands of yellow scarves than in their own hands.

Liu Ye is relieved. After all, he doesn't want to fight with each other. He turns to Wu De and says, "thank you for your help..."

"Big brother's words are heavy."

Wu De turned back and pointed to the crowd behind him and said, "these are all brothers in my family. I have long admired the reputation of my eldest brother. As long as the elder brother says hello, don't dare to disobey him!"

Liu Ye gives thanks to these people again, but he doesn't take the praise of martial arts too seriously. What kind of reputation can Rangers have? It's not bad.

The battlefield is not a place to talk, many walls have yellow turban soldiers attached to the ants, people quickly scattered to meet.

Just as they were killing the enemy with blood, a cry of surprise came from the distant wall: "the Marquis is is dead!"

Then the prisoners and strong men who had just returned, as well as some of the Han soldiers, retreated in a stampede. Liu Ye was shocked and stopped one of the soldiers and asked, "what's the matter ahead?"

"There was a yellow turban thief over there. More than a dozen brothers died under him. The Marquis fought with him and was killed with a knife..." Han's face was terrified, and he broke away from his pull and withdrew without looking back.

Liu Ye looks at the city wall, and sees the black yellow turban troopers pressing down along the wall. The Garrison who can't retreat along the way is knocked down from behind and falls to the head of the city screaming.

Liu Ye clenches his teeth. In the astonished eyes of the retreating soldiers who have crossed with him, Liu Ye clenched his long head to meet him.

"Crazy, crazy!" Someone looks at Liu Ye's figure and cries.

Liu Ye can't manage that much. He is not brave enough to go up. In fact, the city wall of Lixian County is only two feet wide. He can stand up to ten people standing side by side. His hand is two meters and five meters long, which is just able to hold down the wall. He has an estimate of his own martial arts, and at least he can delay the arrival of reinforcements.

At this time, the Yellow turban Trooper also sees Liu Ye rushing towards him with a long letter. He is also stunned. Then he grins and grabs his weapon to chop down the enemy who is unconscious of death.

But they totally underestimated Liu Ye's military value.

Liu Ye's long letter, which is dragged behind him, suddenly swings forward. He is used to the sharp whistling sound. A two foot long blade passes by like a waning moon. A stream of blood is thrown from the tip of the blade. The four yellow scarves originally rushed in front of him fall backward like hitting a wall. The cloth armour on his chest is opened with a huge blood hole. The bone wound shows the power of the blow!

The formation of the Yellow turban troopers fell, but they were able to climb the city to fight and flee the garrison. These yellow turban troopers were all fierce soldiers who had experienced many battles. They made a quick response immediately. The soldiers with shield rushed to Liu Ye's body, and the swordsmen in the back closely surrounded Liu Ye, compressing Liu Ye's writing space.

Once a long weapon has no room for maneuver, it will only kill when facing a large number of sword and shield hands.

However, Liu Ye's Liuhe gun, which he practiced for 20 years in his last life, can be far or near. He holds the tail of Changshu and pokes it forward. The heavy and clumsy long Shu immediately pulls out several spearflowers. When he reaches the two shield hands in front of Liu Ye, the wooden shield wrapped with iron sheet is suddenly broken into a big hole by the shaking force on the Shuba, and the Shufeng inserts into the two people's without any hindrance Take a sip.In fact, this set of movements is only completed at a blink of an eye. Without the shield hand's cover, the swordsmen who jump close to each other will be hit by the bounced back pole. The huge force on the pole easily sweeps several people down the wall, and then comes the sound of heavy landing accompanied by screams.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten yellow turban troopers died in Liu Ye's hands. The Yellow turban troopers in the back immediately stopped and looked at Liu Ye in disbelief, but no one dared to step forward.

They don't move. Liu Ye does not stop moving. The long character in his hand is like a long snake coming out of the hole. The head of the head flashes. A yellow scarf trooper in front of him is pierced through his body. He can't even make a scream from his mouth and nose, so he falls down.

The yellow scarf stepped forward with a bold roar.

Liu Ye doesn't use his arm to swing back and forth to shoot the gun. Instead, he holds the pole in one hand, just like shaking the oar. The long one goes to the front and then to the back. In a short time, more than a dozen yellow scarf walkers fall down. In front of Liu Ye, corpses that can submerge the legs are piled up in front of Liu Ye.

Liu Ye walks forward with the corpse, but he is amazed that the big gun is really a sharp weapon in the battlefield. No wonder many historical books have written that the generals who are good at making the spears can step on the company's battalion. Now it seems that as long as they have enough physical strength, the enemy does not have any bows and crossbows to shoot, let alone dozens of people. Even hundreds of people can defeat it.

At the moment when he is a little distracted, Liu Ye's back suddenly cools, his body in the form of forward rush suddenly stops. He holds his long hand, and his veins are bulging, almost hastily sweeping to the side and back.

"Zheng!"

A truncated arrow was inserted obliquely into the battlement, exposing half of the broken tail.

Liu Ye is numb at the mouth of the tiger, and the Shufeng in his hand collapses. After a close look, the blade still vibrates slightly and emits a slight hum.

Someone even shot a hidden arrow!

Liu Ye's heart is cold, and the numbness from the mouth of the tiger reminds him that this arrow is at least two stone's hard bow. If he hadn't learned the keen power of listening by practicing the big gun in his previous life, he might not have avoided this arrow today.