At the junction of Youzhou and Jizhou, under a branch of the Taihang Mountains, there is a village named "Xujiazhuang".

At this moment, three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers gathered in the village.

They slaughtered chickens and cows, and ate and drank at the same time. **The women on the village tortured and killed other villagers for fun.

Everywhere in Xujiazhuang, there were constantly terrible screams and helpless cries.

"Haha......, Sixth, you're late, line up behind."

In front of a farmhouse, there were more than 100 Yellow Turban soldiers standing in line. From the farmhouse came the cries of women, and the lewd laughter of men.

"Hehe, it's okay to be late." The sixth smiled and said, "I just played one next door, just to take a break." I've been playing four now, it's really worth the trip, I heard that this life is the most beautiful, so many brothers are queuing? ”

"The most beautiful? The most beautiful ones are in General Guan Hai's bed. ”

The sixth smiled and said: "Don't complain, follow General Guan Hai to have the opportunity to play with women, burn, kill and loot, and live a comfortable life." Staying in one place, he was always surrounded and suppressed by the officers and soldiers. ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers around him thought so.

"Brute, bandit......, return my daughter!" I saw an old man, trembling and thin, rushing out with a hoe.

Dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers rushed forward, and when they dispersed, the old man had already been chopped to death with random knives.

"Haha......, there's an old guy missing." The Yellow Turban Soldier was excited.

Knock Knock ~ Knock Knock ~ Knock Knock~

At this time, dense voices were heard in the distance.

A companion with a comfortable face walked out of the farmhouse, and as another one entered at the front of the group, the sixth took a step forward and said, "What a sound." ”

"It's thunder!" Said the companion in front. When he saw his companion walking by, he smiled and said, "Brother, how is it, is that woman good-looking?" ”

"Not bad, not bad!" The man smiled and walked to another farmhouse.

The dense voices were getting closer and closer, and everyone else was laughing and didn't care, but the sixth vaguely felt that something was wrong. He galloped a few steps to a high ground, looked in the direction of the entrance of the village, and then his face changed greatly, and exclaimed: "Cavalry, officers, cavalry of officers!" ”

The Yellow Turban soldier froze when he heard this.

Woo Woo ~ A rain of arrows like a swarm of locusts obscured the sky and rained down from the sky with whistles.

The sixth didn't have time to remind him a second time, so he was hit by several arrows and rolled down the hill. After he fell to the ground, he saw an old man not far away, and a trace of relief seemed to rise in his dead eyes. The next moment, the sixth child would never remember anything again.

Under the dense rain of arrows, the screams of the Yellow Turban soldiers continued to sound.

Five hundred iron horsemen appeared, the word "Qin" waved the flag in the wind, and the "trapped camp" flag was aside.

"Scatter, non-stop, rush back and forth!" Qin Feng commanded loudly.

At this time, the Yellow Turban soldiers learned that they had been attacked. When he saw the banner of the trapped camp, his liver and gall were broken, and he swarmed to hide in the farmhouses on the left and right.

The ancient village was simple, with a road flanked by small farm yards.

The camp rushed back and forth, and the blood flowed on the way to kill, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers who showed their heads were shot.

Qin Feng was relieved that his own camp, after one year of training and half a year of battlefield experience, had completely grown up. The only regret is that there are too few of them. He made up his mind, and after he went back, he would use these 500 people as a team to smash out all the money earned by the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce, and recruit as much as he could.

When it came to money, Qin Feng thought of the Yellow Turban treasure he found in Guangzong. When Zhou Shan pulled away this money, he said that the top of the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce was the profit of two years.

Two years, 185 years soon, 190 years later, it will be a group of heroes, at that time the princes of all walks of life are very strict control over the territory, and it is not easy to make money. Picking up two years of profits for nothing, it's really good luck.

"You can't let the court know about this matter, the old boy of Emperor Ling, but he is a master ...... who sees money."

Just as Qin Feng was thinking, in a large courtyard beside him, dozens of yellow scarves rushed out.

The person at the head is none other than Guan Hai.

It turned out that this Guan Hai happened to be resting in this compound, and when he learned that there was an enemy attack, he rushed out with his own personal guards.

As soon as Guan Hai saw that he was so close to Qin Feng, he immediately rode his horse and rushed forward when he had a rare opportunity, and the big knife in his hand was unambiguously slashed down.

Qin Feng secretly snorted badly, and hurriedly raised the big gun to his chest to parry.

When a loud bang .......

Qin Feng's big gun in front of him was smashed into his chest, and then there was a sharp pain all over his body, and his chest was full of breath.

A first-class fierce general with a force of 90 is obviously not something he can fight against!

Guan Hai didn't expect that as soon as he came out, he met Qin Feng, and after killing this person, he immediately became famous all over the world. When the time comes, with this prestige, you will be able to gather the Yellow Turban soldiers, and you will no longer be subservient to others, and you can do whatever you want. The wonderful future made him excited, "Haha......, Qin Feng, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, come and take your life!" ”

"The lord has been attacked! Rescue, ...... quickly. Seeing this, Zhang Ping, who was in the distance, hurriedly shouted.

However, most of the guards who were trapped in the camp had just rushed over, and before they could turn their horses, there were only more than ten horsemen around Qin Feng who rushed up to save the driver.

Guan Hai had no choice but to withdraw the broadsword, but he was extremely brave and unstoppable, and with a few random moves, he split the five warriors trapped in the camp. The remaining few people were also trapped by the dozens of horsemen he carried.

Qin Feng knew in his heart that he was definitely not Guan Hai's opponent, so he took the opportunity to turn his horse and leave.

"Qin Feng'er, look where you are fleeing today!" Guan Hai rode his horse and chased after him.

The Yellow Turban soldiers hiding in the farmhouse saw that the main general appeared, and when they saw Qin Feng fleeing, they had the courage to rush out to fight the enemy. Their appearance blocked the trapped camp from returning to the Savior, and also blocked Qin Feng's speed of escape.

"Get out of here!" Qin Feng stabbed a Yellow Turban soldier to death, but more Yellow Turban soldiers stood in the way, preventing him from speeding up and leaving.

"Qin Feng, die!"

After Guan Hai caught up, the big knife slashed down, and seeing that this knife was about to be slashed, his eyes showed ecstasy.

When there was a loud bang, Guan Hai was stunned for a moment, because his big sword actually failed to split Qin Feng's Xuanlong armor.

Even if there was a Xuanlong Armor that blocked the fatal sword, the huge liliang was transmitted into the body, making Qin Feng uncomfortable. The turmoil in the five was unbearable, he suffered internal injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Lying on the horse's back, his consciousness began to become a little blurred, and the shadows around him were hazy and hazy.

"Damn, the armor is so hard!" Guan Hai chased after him again.

Qin Feng had already been stunned by the knife just now. Nothing happened, just crouched on the horse's back.

Chasing the cloud horse psychic, seeing that the master is in trouble, he accelerated and changed direction left and right in the run, avoiding the yellow turban soldiers on the road.

However, this will not be able to raise the full speed, and it will be a matter of time before it is overtaken

When the situation is extremely critical.

A tall and mighty figure appeared at the entrance of the village, this person was more than eight feet long, his waist was ten girths, and his appearance was majestic. Carrying a sharp tiger fork in his hand, a strong bow on his back, and a colorful animal on his shoulder, it turned out to be a dead tiger.