Chapter 18

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!"

Zhou Jun did not have time to think about it. He sent out many of his own bodyguards. He had 1000 guards around him. He was a strong man selected from 30000 yellow turban thieves. Each of them had a big waist, wore leather armour and held a knife and axe. In wartime, he often didn't go to battle, but served as a commander in chief.

Zhou Jun is in love with these elite soldiers. Ordinary yellow turban thieves don't care about losing ten of them. If such elite soldiers die, they will have to gnash their teeth for a long time. Zhou Jun thought to himself, even if his 1000 superintendents can't compare with the Yellow turban of great virtuous teacher, it should not be much worse.

But at the moment, something urgent, Zhou Jun also can't care about these. When he is about to send half of his own guards out, or the yellow scarf thief will have a scuffle, and tomorrow his Zhou Jun will change from a commander-in-chief to a little commander-in-chief.

And this move does have some effect. The five hundred supervisors are very vicious. The Yellow turban thieves are scared to fight with their teeth when they see the faces of these supervisors. Occasionally, a few disobedient ones do not talk nonsense, and they raise their swords and axes and chop them. The governor team was originally a strong man who was carefully selected. The sword and axe in his hand were powerful and heavy. The yellow scarf thief who was fighting incessantly was immediately cut to death.

Liu Ye frowns when he sees it. He thinks that the supervisors of the Yellow turban thieves are not easy to offend. Suddenly, he has an idea and shouts, "commander Zhou wants to get rid of dissidents and send a team of supervisors to kill the brothers. Let's run for your lives!"

Wu De immediately got to know him and called out: "Zhou Shuai is the commander-in-chief. He wants our life, but we can't give it casually. Let's run for our lives."

Some of the yellow scarf thieves who couldn't turn their heads were stunned, and their eyes were staring at the supervision team, which made the governor team angry.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to disobey commander Zhou's orders?"

After that, the governor's team got angry, and his axe fell. A good man landed at the head. Next to a person and he made friends, suddenly sad cry: "Zheng San Ge!"

The yellow scarf thief rushed forward. After a moment, he raised his blood red eyes, and with a howl, he rushed at the supervisor. As the saying goes, the soft one is afraid of the hard, the hard one is afraid of the horizontal one, and the yellow scarf thief takes revenge for his brother. The shameless one rushes forward and frightens the supervisor team into confusion. His ears are bitten off and half pulled, and then he is killed with a cursing knife.This does not matter, people around the heart are cold: Zhou Shuai wants to get rid of dissidents, we are not ready to die?

"Damn it! I've long been unhappy with these thieves. On weekdays, one by one, I only know what to do and never attack the city. "

"That's right. It's nothing to drop knives and axes on my fellow soldiers. There's a kind of killing officers and soldiers."

"Let these thieves taste the sword and axe

"I am Zhou Shuai's own soldier, who dares to kill me?"

"I dare to kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, a knife was cut from his back, and it killed him. The people were not afraid, but cheered in unison. Anyway, all the people killed them, and they were really happy.

The situation, which had already calmed down, made waves. Many yellow turban thieves, who had long been dissatisfied with the supervisors, rushed in one after another. The supervisors were elite, but the number of yellow turban thieves was so numerous that they could not be separated for a moment.

"Don't stay, go straight to the Chinese Army!" Liu Ye fights a long shot from the left and right with a long shot in his hand. The garrison follows him and runs towards the Chinese army.