Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Heavy fires ignited in the dark night of the city. I don’t know how many people held torches and threw them on the houses. The wooden houses were on fire. The blazing fire suddenly reflected a piece of sky. Looking from a distance, it seemed to be on the ground. A huge bonfire.

At the same time, there were already piles of yellow scarf thief under the four walls, holding torches on the ladder, two rows of teeth clenching the ring head knife, one by one began to climb the city.

"Surrender! Dog official Song He has already given the head, and Licheng is down immediately."

"Zhou Shuai learned the immortal method of the great wise teacher, and summoned the heavenly soldiers to kill the county magistrate."

The defender on the city’s head was at war with the attacking yellow turban thief. Wu De struck a spear on the shoulder of a yellow turban soldier, but the valiant **** fought hard and slashed at Wu De’s cheek, thanks to Liu Ye Turned around and flew out the yellow turban soldier.

Wu De was covered in blood, and squeezed Liu Ye's wrist like a mad tiger: "Brother! There is a fire in the city, it must be the culprits who responded. Now the culprits are aggressively attacking the city, I am afraid that they can't hold it!"

Liu Ye looked back at the city worriedly, only to see the flames blazing into the sky, and the sound of killing was faintly heard from the other sides of the city, and his brows frowned.

If the city is broken, even if oneself is brave enough to get out of the city, there are tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves besieged outside the city, and there are open areas around the city. If there is no strong city to rely on, the King of Chu will be resurrected and he can kill as many as possible. Ten Thousand Turban Thieves?

"You must make an inside out first! You take someone to guard it, I'll go and kill the thieves in the city first."

Liu Ye thought a little more and quickly made a judgment. Although the Yellow Turban offensive was fierce, it was an attack at night, and the vision was inconvenient. As long as the defenders gritted their teeth and insisted on being able to stand it, the civil strife in the city is indispensable. The head of the city has been adjusted, even if only a few hundred thieves enter the city, it is deadly enough to combine inside and outside.

Before he could think about it, he called more than a dozen vigorous rangers. Liu Yuqing grabbed Changlu and slew into the city, and went to the fire place.

On the one hand, Wei Zheng's men killed and set fire, while on the other they raped and raped. This group of people usually idled and did not do their jobs. At this time, it was natural to looting.

"Old thing, get out of it!" A man with a yellow scarf grinned, and kicked the old gray-haired man who had kept him to the ground. It was not over yet, and he plunged directly into his cervical spine. A spurt of neck blood spurted on the ground.

"Little lady, I usually look down on me, how can you do it now?" A culprit grabbed a young woman's belt, shocked the woman, got rid of him desperately, and grabbed his face with both hands and fingers. Suddenly, there were several blood stains on his face, which aroused the fierceness of the culprits.

"Little bitch!" The Yellow Turban thief pushed hard, and the little lady slammed her head against the wall with a blood on her forehead. She fainted immediately, knowing her life or death, and the Yellow Turban thief shouted, "Unlucky!"

The crackling of the burning wood, the grinning laughter of the yellow turban thief, and the crying of the people in Licheng intertwined into a picture of hell. Liu Ye's forehead burst with blue veins, and he almost broke his teeth.

"Good thief, go to death!"

He swung a long stroke and swept into the fire-shrouded streets like a storm. He swung a few cold stars in his hand, and mercilessly killed all the Yellow Scarf thief on the spot.

If Liu Ye killed the thieves just to protect himself, then he felt strangely angry at this moment. What did these unarmed people do wrong? They farmed diligently, facing the loess with their backs to the sky just for a bite of food, but they were brutally killed by the Yellow Turban thief, which made him extremely angry.

What the heavens are dead and the yellow sky is to stand, it is clear that it is a group of robbers who have harmed people. For thousands of years in Chinese history, it has not been known how many people have been murdered. They are all thanks to this group of robbers.

The Yellow Turban thieves in the city should have no more than a hundred people, but they murdered and set fires, and some people were fishing in troubled waters, taking the opportunity to ruin the good family women, looting property, and Liu Ye's heart burst into flames.

"He who kills and sets fire is a thief! The people of the Liang family close their windows and doors. If there is anyone standing on the street holding a sword and holding a sword, they will all be regarded as a thief." Liu Ye shouted and continued to move his hands, flowing upwards. The blood that came down slipped onto the jujube pole, the blood soaked the tiger's mouth, and Wu committed suicide.

Those who took the opportunity to fish in the troubled waters also had a bad luck. Seeing Liu Ye, a humanoid tiger rushing over, he was picked to death by Liu Ye Yishuo when he saw Liu Ye, and the dozen or so rangers behind him were also filled with anger.

Although they are uninhibited and do not usually produce, they are, after all, Licheng people, and the residents in the city know a lot of each other. Now that they see those living faces falling in a pool of blood, their anger is naturally imaginable.

A group of people rushed all the way, and there was not enough manpower to fight the fire, so they simply didn't care. Anyway, those in the city would never sit back and watch the fire burn to their houses, so let them solve it by themselves.

At this time, the county government was full of blood. After Wei Zheng killed a few officials, he wiped the blood from the knife with his robe: "Well, I will go to the city to cooperate with Zhou Shuai and Ying Waihe to break through the city. Everyone has a reward!"

The thieves under Wei Zheng's command laughed, and as Wei Zhenggang was about to leave the county government, a fishy wind and a group of dark shadows rushed toward their faces.

"Good thief, the county veteran and the county lieutenant can be killed by you?" Wei Zheng frowned, covering his nose and looking around. The streets were full of corpses. He couldn't help being furious, but he suddenly saw the person in front of him. stunned.

The visitor was covered in blood, a piece of leather armor was almost dyed red, and he grasped a long stroke in his hand, and a strong smell of blood seemed to have soaked in a pool of blood.

"You are... Liu Yuqing?" Wei Zheng's heart was shocked: Isn't Liu Yuqing resisting Zhou Shuai's onslaught in the east of the city? Why did he get here?

Liu Ye sneered: "Yes, I'm here to fetch the head of the Ernest." Before the words fell, a strong fishy wind engulfed in his hand came to him. Wei Zheng hurriedly raised his knife to parry, his arm numb.

Liu Ye pressed down forcefully, and immediately pressed Wei Zheng's ring head knife to the ground. Wei Zheng wanted to lift the ring head knife, his face was red but he couldn't lift it up. At this moment, Liu Ye suddenly relaxed, Wei Zheng The Huan Shou Sword almost broke out, and finally stepped back and hit his subordinates to stand still.

Wei Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to raise his head. A blood shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and his chest hurt. Then he realized that Liu Ye's long hair had passed through his chest, and when he raised his head, he was about to speak. The blood was already red. tooth.