cough--
The strong, slippery smell of blood flowed down the nose and into the throat. Without even thinking about it, I knew it was blood!
Out of instinct, Lu Xu coughed.
Every time he coughed, viscous liquid came out, which was the blood of the Yellow Turban Thief, but some also flowed down his throat and into his esophagus.
As a Baishi official in charge of thieves in a county, Lu Xu had killed people before, but this was his first time drinking blood. However, not only did he not feel sick, but he laughed maniacally:
"The dogs and rats will be killed by the whole world!"
Before he could finish speaking, five yellow scarf thieves rushed up with knives. The leader was a middle-aged man with a short beard and a short beard. He looked quite heroic and had nothing to do with a farmer or field slave.
"I'm here to give Mr. Lu a ride."
With that said, this person rushed forward, one step ahead of the other four, came to Lu Xu, and thrust the long sword in his hand towards him.
When this scene fell into Lu Xu's eyes, his blood instantly surged, waves of heat hit his eyes, and his temples twitched.
Without any hesitation at all, he raised the big knife in his hand and slashed.
"Your mother is a maid!"
Amidst the shouts and curses, blood splattered everywhere.
I saw a head with a flat headband raised high, and the expression still remained at the moment before death, ferocious, crazy, and stunned.
He never expected that a Baishi official who was over forty years old could be so vigorous.
"As a pavilion chief, eating the imperial court's corn, he actually has the nerve to rebel..."
Lu Xu spat at the corpse, and the blood flowed down the blade, staining the cloth wrapped around the handle, making his palms slippery.
Subconsciously, he gathered some strength to avoid losing his weapon. At the same time, he looked forward, stared at the four people in front of him, and asked:
"You dogs and rats, where did you come from?"
In Lu Xu's eyes, Yellow Turban thieves are no different from livestock. Maybe there are poor people among them who have to rebel, but most of them are rogue bandits who do not make a living by producing or looting. The places they pass are all scorched earth, which will only make people miserable. More good people who had food to eat were displaced and joined them in the rebellion——
If they don't obey, they will be used as military rations.
Everything is to be seen with your own eyes!
Unfortunately, the four Yellow Turban thieves were not touched at all.
The sky is dead and the yellow sky is standing.
These were the last words of the great virtuous master before his death, which proved that destiny had changed. In addition, Guo Qushuai said that if he became the emperor, all the brothers would be officials with thousands of stones, and they would no longer have to live in the countryside and make a living by plundering.
For this reason, they can kill even homeless poor people, let alone officials.
Unconsciously.
The shouts of killing nearby stopped, and this meant that there were no survivors among more than a dozen officers and soldiers, and only Cao Luxu, a thief from Pingtao County, was left.
Needless to say, dozens of yellow scarf thieves actively surrounded him.
"Kill! Pay for my brother's life!"
After the tiger roared, Lu Xu rushed forward, like a sharp knife piercing butter. He was invincible. He was only one person, but he shouted out the momentum of thousands of troops.
laugh!
A head fell to the ground.
Before Lu Xu could think about it, a spear came from the slanting ground and pierced his ribs.
He hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it, but the yellow turban thief laughed evilly, exerted enough strength in his wrist, shook it hard, and the tip of the spear was like a snake, piercing his chest, making a bloody hole.
Almost at the same time.
A cold light shone in Lu Xu's pupils. He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ducked to avoid it.
The sound of breaking wind came from the top of my head. I wiped my scarf and my hair spread out instantly.
A burly yellow turban warrior came over in the blink of an eye and slashed down with his broadsword with the sound of wind and thunder. Fortunately, Lu Xu didn't want to die, so he quickly raised his sword and blocked it.
But that's all.
Half of the blade was broken in response, and the yellow scarf warrior's big knife was embedded in the neck at the next moment, and it was slashed down. The tip of the knife was covered with minced meat, and blood spurted out.
"The thief under my sect, a hundred-stone official, can be exchanged for a reward of ten gold." The yellow scarf warrior gasped, his beard rising and falling, and cursed: "His grandma, this dog official is really strong, otherwise I can kill him Split into two pieces.”
As he said that, he tried to pull out the hatchet, but because the blade was stuck in the bone seam, he couldn't pull it out——
The gray hooves smashed into the snow, passing through the turf, throwing up snow dust and gravel.
A riding bow stretched to the full moon was loosened.
call out!
The arrows whizzed in, and in an instant, a bloody hole appeared in the throat of the yellow scarf warrior.
If his cheap dad wasn't still lying on the ground, Lu Li couldn't help but want to praise:
What a handsome arrow!
At this time, the young man with the thin beard showed his sharpness. After inserting the riding bow back into its leather bag, he pulled out the Huanshou sword with the blade facing outward and rushed towards the place where the remnants of the Yellow Turban gathered.
The sound came from far away——
"Lead Jun Lu to attack the siege, and I will take the rear."
Before Lu Li could answer, there was a shower of blood.
Is this...being underestimated?
His gaze swept forward.
There were about thirty farmers wearing yellow scarves around their waists, and their weapons were of varying levels: spears, hatchets, homemade short bows, hoes, rakes...
Lu Li didn't even think about it, he patted his horse and rushed forward. He was worried that he had nowhere to earn his reputation. After weighing the Yellow Turban Thief's strength, someone came to give him a pillow.
[Transformation type bloodline strengthens and hides appearance]
Horse hooves galloping.
Click!
Then with a grasp, the wine flag stuck on the ground broke free and appeared in Lu Li's hand.
Next, the one-sided massacre began.
If the slender-bearded young man used his combat skills to constantly move around to harvest lives, then Lu Li used his brute force and reaction speed to crush them.
After all, it is not easy to learn to ride a horse with three weeks of preparation time. As for honing martial arts, who can do it quickly?
This is not an online game. You can understand it instantly after just using it.
However, in the face of absolute power, everything is just bells and whistles.
Lu Li held the wine flag with one hand and pushed it forward. With the strength of several thousand kilograms and the galloping mount at his hip, the yellow scarf thief was like falling wheat, unable to resist.
For a moment, blood mist rose, dyeing the fox fur draped behind him.
After guard Zhou Jun slit the throat of a yellow turban thief, he took a quick glance and could no longer look away.
When he was sixteen years old, he was able to lift a cauldron. He was regarded by the pavilion chief as a local hero and was introduced to the local thief Cao Lujun. He was later recruited. Although he only served as a guard on weekdays, he was actually a guest. He had three meals a day. Seeing meat, no one dares to boss him around.
There is naturally a sense of arrogance in my heart.
However, when I saw him today, my husband turned out to be so fierce. I am afraid that those generals who have understood the spirit of war are nothing more than this, right?
While he was thinking blankly, a two-meter-tall yellow scarf warrior looked at his companion lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were splitting with anger, he raised his weapon above his head and shouted to the sky:
"The sky is dead, the yellow scarf must stand!"
"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"
Suddenly, streams of yellow smoke rose up, and the sound of bones breaking came one after another. The remaining three yellow scarf warriors climbed higher and higher, and their already exaggerated muscles swelled again, like brass.
"It finally started to get interesting..."
Lu Li screamed in surprise, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and greeted the guard:
"Take my Aweng with you. Don't go back to Pingtao County. Go south and meet up in Fenyang!"
