Although it is a tributary of the Yellow River, it is not as turbid as the Yellow River, and the clear water rolls up silver waves, rushing to the southeast.

Liu Wei stood behind a big tree and looked at the Dongjun soldiers kneeling in a row on the riverbank.

There were more than 20 Dongjun soldiers kneeling on the ground, all of them with their heads bowed, their hands tied behind their backs, and behind them, there were more than 20 heavily armed Dong Zhuojun.

It was only more than ten steps away from the Dongjun soldiers kneeling on the ground, and nearly a thousand officers and soldiers wearing the same clothes and armor as them were surrounded by more than 100 Dong Zhuojun.

Almost all the Dongjun soldiers were squatting with their heads in their hands, and they didn't even dare to look at Dong Zhuojun who was standing aside.

Dozens of headless corpses lay side by side on the banks of the river, and next to those corpses, dozens of bloody human heads were stacked in a pile.

"Cut!" Dong Zhuojun, who looked like an officer, put his hands behind his back, turned his head to look at the Dongjun soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, and shouted coldly to Dong Zhuojun who was standing behind those Dongjun soldiers.

More than twenty Dong Zhuojun held bloodstained long swords, took a step forward, raised their long swords, and slashed towards the necks of those Dongjun soldiers.

The blood-stained sword drew a crimson arc of light in the sunlight, slashing down on the necks of more than twenty Dongjun soldiers kneeling on the ground.

More than twenty round heads fell from the man's neck, and then a row of fountains made of blood condensed shot up, and under the light of the sun, the splattered blood beads shimmered with amber luster, churning in mid-air, and only then fell to the ground under the action of gravity.

Cutting off the heads of the more than 20 Dongjun soldiers, a group of Dong Zhuojun stepped forward and dragged the corpses and piled them up by the river, and a few more people picked up the heads on the ground and threw their heads in the pile of human heads stacked together.

Seeing that the more than 20 Dongjun soldiers were beheaded, Dian Wei and Zhou Cang, who were standing behind Liu Wei, stepped forward and put on a posture to rush out.

Turning his head to look at Qiao Zhen on the side, seeing Qiao Zhen's indifferent face, Liu Wei twisted his brows slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Dian Wei and Zhou Cang, and slowly shook his head at them.

Behind the servants, more than 100 men held a small handful of thatch in one hand, and pinched a fire fold with a little spark in the other.

The nearly 1,000 Dongjun soldiers captured by Dong Zhuojun were all tightly bound by ropes. They squatted on the ground one by one, and more than 20 Dong Zhuojun, who had just killed someone, walked into them, like a group of butchers picking pigs, selected among them, dragged out more than 20 people, and pulled them to the bank of the river.

"Kneel down!" Dragged the more than 20 people to the bank of the river, Dong Zhuojun, who was dragging them, shouted one after another, raised his foot and kicked towards their legs.

The leg was kicked, and more than 20 Dongjun soldiers knelt on the ground with "poof, tom, poof".

After they knelt down, several Dongjun soldiers turned their heads and glared at Dong Zhuojun who kicked them to the ground and knelt with hatred.

"Damn, let you stare at you!" A hot-tempered Dong Zhuojun opened his slap and slammed it into the face of the Dongjun soldier who was glaring at him.

With a crisp slap of "snap", Dongjun Bing's face turned to the side, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't succumb to this slap, he still turned his head and glared fiercely at Dong Zhuojun, who was holding him.

"Yo-he!" Seeing that Dongjun Bing was still glaring at him, Dong Zhuojun twisted his arms, screamed strangely, and slapped him again.

"That's it! Deal with a dead man! Another Dong Zhuojun on the side stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder, muttered to the Dongjun soldier who turned his head and stared, and said, "When you raise your sword and fall, his head will fall to the ground, how about letting him stare twice?" ”

Dong Zhuojun, who raised his arm, heard what his companion said, so he put down his arm, sneered twice, and glared back at the Dongjun soldier who was kneeling in front of him.

Standing behind Liu Bian, Zhou Cang and Dian Wei both set their eyes on Liu Bian. But Liu Wei didn't seem to mind the lives of those Dongjun soldiers kneeling by the river, and was still silently waiting for the upcoming scene.

"Your Highness......" Seeing that a group of Dongjun soldiers were about to be slaughtered again, Dian Wei whispered to Liu Wei.

Liu Wei didn't speak, just silently watched everything that happened by the river, as if waiting for something.

After a while, with a cold shout from the officer, Dong Zhuojun on the bank of the river raised his long sword again.

The Dongjun soldiers who were kneeling on the ground lowered their heads one by one, and even the few people who turned their heads and glared at Dong Zhuojun just now stopped struggling and quietly waited for death to come.

As long as it is a human being, there is no one who is not afraid of death, but these Dongjun soldiers are now tied up like pigs, even if they want to resist and escape, they are powerless! All they could do was wait silently for death to come.

"Cut!" With his hands behind his back, he walked around twice behind Dong Zhuojun, who was holding his long sword high, and the officer once again gave the order to slaughter.

"Do it!" At the same time as the officer gave the order to slaughter, Liu Wei also shouted, and more than 100 men set fire to the thatch in their hands one after another, and threw the burning thatch towards Dong Zhuojun on the bank of the river.

Dong Zhuojun, who was holding his long sword high, was about to cut off the heads of the Dongjun soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, when he suddenly heard a break from the forest on the side, and then a burning torch was thrown towards them, which really startled them.

The forest was only a dozen steps away from the riverbank, and Liu Wei and the others rushed out of the forest and rushed straight to Dong Zhuojun, who was executing on the bank.

More than 20 Dong Zhuojun dodged the torches thrown at them, and by the time they avoided the torches, more than 100 men had already rushed in front of them.

The sword shadow flew and the shield flew, and more than 100 men picked up their weapons and slashed at Dong Zhuojun's head and face on the bank of the river.

Before he could recover from the attack of the torches, more than 20 Dong Zhuojun and the officers who gave the order were smashed to the ground by a group of men led by Liu Wei.

Five or six men who had no chance to slash Dong Zhuojun strode up behind the Dongjun soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, and used their long swords to cut the ropes that bound them.

As soon as the rope tied to his body was cut, more than twenty Dongjun soldiers jumped up, picked up the long swords dropped by Dong Zhuojun from the ground, and pounced on Dong Zhuojun, who was forming a circle and controlling more Dongjun soldiers.

The number of Dong Zhuojun on the bank of the river is not very large, only more than 100 people, which is the same as the number of Liu Wei and others. Twenty of them were in charge of slaughtering the captives on the banks of the river, while many more stood around the captives, guarding the Dongjun soldiers who were bound with hemp ropes and had no ability to resist.

The more than 20 Dongjun soldiers who were almost beheaded waved the long swords they had just picked up, and rushed towards Dong Zhuojun, who was guarding the captives, with a strange scream.

The muscles of their faces twitched violently, giving them a very hideous feeling.

Seeing that the more than 20 Dongjun soldiers rushed towards Dong Zhuojun, who was outnumbered by them, Liu Wei hurriedly shouted to the men behind him: "Kill!" ”

Dong Zhuojun, who was guarding the captives, saw that Liu Biao and the others had been killed, and was about to support his partners on the bank of the river, but Dong Zhuojun, who was in charge of the execution, was chopped into rotten flesh by Liu Biao and others.

By the time this group of Dong Zhuojun reacted that the support was useless and they wanted to line up for defense, the twenty Dongjun soldiers with long swords in their hands had already rushed to them.

A Dongjun soldier with wide eyes, when he rushed to Dong Zhuojun, picked up his long sword and slashed at the head of one of Dong Zhuojun.

Dong Zhuojun hurriedly raised the shield in his hand to block the long sword that slashed at his head, and just as he was about to lift the short spear and stab it into the heart of the oncoming Dongjun soldier, his back was slammed into someone.

Hitting his lower back, it was a Dongjun soldier whose upper body was tightly bound by hemp rope, and the Dongjun soldier saw his companion slashing at Dong Zhuojun with a sword, but was blocked by Dong Zhuojun's shield, knowing that his companion without a shield might suffer, and he didn't care about his own safety, so his brain was hot and hit Dong Zhuojun's back waist.

The back was hit, Dong Zhuojun's stomach was pushed forward, and his hand holding the shield and short spear slammed to the side, just exposing his chest completely in front of the Dongjun soldier who had just swung his sword at him.

The empty door in Dong Zhuojun's chest opened, and Dongjun Bing didn't even think about it, the long sword in his hand was straightened, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced his heart with a "poof".

The long sword pierced through his chest, and the tip of the sword penetrated through the back of Dong Zhuojun's heart. Dong Zhuojun soldier held a shield in one hand and a short spear in the other, looked down at the long sword on the ****'s chest with disbelief in his eyes, and then raised his head to look at the Dongjun soldier standing in front of him.

Dongjun Bing raised his foot, kicked Dong Zhuojun on the lower abdomen, pulled out his long sword, kicked Dong Zhuojun backwards a few steps, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and fell down.

The long sword pulled out of Dong Zhuojun's heart drew a crescent-shaped arc of light, throwing out a few beads of blood that shone brightly in the sun.

Drawing out his long sword, the Dongjun soldiers did not immediately rush towards Dong Zhuojun, but used their long sword to cut the rope on the companion who hit Dong Zhuojun's waist.

As soon as the rope on his body fell, the Dongjun soldier bent down and picked up the short spear and shield on the ground, and rushed towards the other Dong Zhuojun with his companions.

Although there were only more than 20 Dongjun soldiers who rushed to Dong Zhuojun first, they escaped from death, but their momentum was very strong, and in the face of Dong Zhuojun, who was more numerous than them, they had no fear at all, and it was completely a lifeless way to fight.

Dong Zhuojun, who was caught off guard, was beaten and retreated several steps in a row under their round of charge.

After all, Dong Zhuojun was also a veteran of the battlefield, and although the attack of the Dongjun soldiers was brave, it did not completely destroy their temporary defensive line.

Just when Dong Zhuojun resisted the attack of the Dongjun soldiers and was about to launch a counterattack, Liu Wei led more than 100 men and slammed into them.