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On the second day of the fifth month, in the early morning, the drums roared, and the south gate of Duchang City opened. Ma Han carried a bow and a knife and rode a yellow horse provided by Kong Rong. Behind him were ten wolf-fanged flying riders, everyone rode a horse with a bow, and rode out of the city gate hole. The horse's hooves trampled into the suspension bridge, and the dust fell directly on the bridge deck, causing ripples in the moat.

Above the city, Taishici and Yingnu looked around the city. Behind them, there were all shocked soldiers from Beihai County, one by one, like looking at monsters. They dared to challenge the troops. It was so crazy!

Taishici was a little depressed. Originally, such a battle should have been done by his general, and Ma Han, the boss, was watching the battle with the city, but now it has turned around. However, Taishici also knew that it was very necessary to defend the city.

Establish authority!

In Qingzhou, Taishi Ci was named a righteous man. What is the Ma Qiang? A hero from Mobei who could make the most fierce Hu people tremble when they hear the name, a Kumbotulu, who had replaced the White Horse General and became the nightmare of the new generation of Hu people, came to Qingzhou, but nothing was left.

In the Three Kingdoms era, fame can match the hosts. You can choose any of the famous scholars, families, and powerful men. As long as you have one, you don’t have to worry about having no reputation or having no place to get along with them. If the same is not related, you can only rely on yourself. The literati use his pen to achieve his immortal chapter; the general uses his strength to make his own sky.

This is an opportunity to make a name come to the door. How could Ma Han let it go? The public opinion of this era is right in the mouths of famous scholars, and he must make a name for himself under the noses of Confucius Daming.

A hundred steps away from the south gate, there were also roadblocks, but these roadblocks were not blocked, and there were gaps in the middle. One man and one horse could pass through. Marhan led ten riders calmly, as if he was walking in the garden, passing through the gaps of the roadblocks, shouting at the Yellow Turban Patrolman who was surprised and suspicious from a hundred steps away: "Where is Guan Hai? Tell him to come out and compete with me, and fight one by one. I will give you half an hour to show up, and I will get out if I don't have the ability to get out!"

The sound swelled from afar, and suddenly it exploded among the Yellow Turban thieves.

It was a coincidence that the Huangteng Qu general Guan Hai happened to inspect the Nanmen Camp. This was actually the impact of the sudden camp of Ma Han, Taishi Ci and others. For nearly a month, because Kong Rong had been avoiding the battle and could not stand. Guan Hai had no choice but to go back to Hanting Base Camp to drink. Until yesterday, he learned that more than a dozen reinforcements had entered Duchang City and killed and injured more than a hundred soldiers. This made Guan Hai angry. The next morning, he rode a big green horse. He led twenty confidants to the cavalry to the front camp to figure out what was going on. As a result, not long after he arrived in Nandaying, the arrogant sound of fighting came from the city of Duchang. This time, Guan Hai was really furious.

When Guan Hai led twenty Yellow Turban strong men and five hundred squadrons to run out of the camp gate. When he arrived at the south gate of Duchang, he saw the eleven horses under Duchang City from afar, and there were only eleven horses! No, to be precise, only one horse was fighting. When did Kong Beihai's men have such a brave figure? Well. Could it be that Wang Xiu who killed the powerful Beihai? No, Wang Xiu was indeed brave enough, but he was just a scholar. Being brave does not mean his fists are hard!

At this time, a patrolman came to report that this was the most obvious sign of the more than ten people who broke into the camp yesterday, which was the blood-colored demon bow in the hands of the person who was the leader in the battle.

"Okay, okay, I'm worried that I can't find these bastards, so I'm here to the door." Guan Hai gritted his teeth, and his voice squeezed out from the gap of his teeth. He reached out to take the two-meter-long sword handed over by the follower, knocked the horse's belly, and slowly came out of the battle under the protection of twenty followers.

The morning sun first appeared. The sea breeze in May, with a humid smell, landed from Laizhou Bay, swept across the sky above Duchang City, and rolled up the various flags on the top of the South City Gate Tower, and crackled and crackled. Between the flags, on the railings on the second floor of the gate tower, Kong Rong, the North Sea, was about thirty years old, with a strong face and a long sword on the waist, and looked up at the railing.

From a distance, I saw the big "Guan" character on the yellow handsome flag slowly moving closer. Kong Rong's eyelids twitched involuntarily for a few seconds. The fingers that pinched the tail were stiff. He took a long breath and said to the scholar beside him: "Shuzhi, look, this Ma Jinglong, I don't know if he is very skilled or bold, or whether he is not aware of his life or death. He actually wanted to use this trick to attack the east and west to cover the Taishi Ziyi's breakthrough. It was too dangerous and too dangerous..." As he said, he shook his head and sighed, looking disapproving.

The literati wearing sword frowned slightly, as if asking Kong Rong, and also as if he was talking to himself: "Are you attracting the troops of the thief to the South Gate and then let Taishi Ziyi break through from the West Gate? Although the idea is good, how can you get through the irrigation water ten miles away? If you can't get through the irrigation water, you have to go from Hanting to the south to turn the plain. This breakthrough seems good, but in fact it still takes a big turn and may not work..."

Kong Rong thought for a while and said, "Then Ma Jinglong claimed that there were more than a hundred soldiers, but he didn't know where to lay them. Maybe he was just irrigating the water. This can also explain why Taishi Ziyi chose to break through from Ximen."

The scribe nodded: "This is the only way to explain..."

The gatehouse was discussing the true intention of Ma Han's move. Under Duchang City, Ma Han half-squinted his eyes and looked at the handsome flag that was constantly moving closer - "Guan". Could it be Guan Hai? If it was him, it would be the best.

As the two sides approached a hundred steps, the Yellow Turban Strongman spread out to both sides, revealing a burly man in the middle: his head was wrapped in a yellow Turban, tied with a golden ring, wearing black cowhide armor, a bow behind his saddle, an axe at his waist, and a knife at his hands, with a momentum.

Although the distance is hundreds of steps, with the eyes of the horse, it can still be seen clearly. This is a strong man in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick lion nose, thick lips, and a face full of curly beards.

"Which bastard wants to challenge me Guan Hai just now? Get out and die!"

If Guan Hai sounded like thunder, the long sword was raised, and he rushed out from under the flag, running left and right, shouting loudly. Five hundred Yellow Turban infantry gathered behind the commander's flag in a mess, either holding spears to the ground, or hitting the shield with swords, and cheering. In addition, thousands of Yellow Turban thieves in the Nandaying responded from afar, and they were very loud. They met in Wei and liao, and the momentum was amazing.

Kong Rong, who was above the gatehouse, had his eyelids even more powerful. The scholar tightly held the hilt of the sword beside his waist, and spat out a mouthful of turbid air from his lungs. His eyes passed over Taishi Ci on the top of the city and stared at the back of the blood-colored demon bow. This man was facing the greatest pressure, but he actually... turned his head and chatted with the follower behind him! Is he too confident? Or is he not aware of the sky and the earth?

Ma Han was indeed talking to the Wolf-Tooth Flying Knight, and he said: "He doesn't know that Guan Hai is a stupid thief. If I want to take his life, it's a blink of an eye."

The wolf-fanged flying cavalry smiled and said, "The people who dare to be in front of the city guards without any cover within two hundred steps. They are all people who sell their heads. Guan Hai shows off his power a hundred steps away, and he really doesn't know how to live or die. Why not take his life if the city guards, this group of mobs will collapse, and the siege of the North Sea can be lifted."

Ma Han shook his head: "It's easy to kill this person, but we are here not to catch the knife for Kong Rong. It's not just for his little food, weapons, but more I need. These are not only for the dead Guan Hai, but only the living Guan Hai is in our best interests. I say these to you to remember that you will also have the opportunity to stand alone in the future. When faced with choices, there are multiple considerations, and interests must be put first."

The wolf-toothed cavalry nodded silently, as if they had some insight.

On the other side, Guan Hai had fully mobilized the morale of the Yellow Turbans, and they all seemed to be injected with chicken blood and screamed.

Guan Hai laughed loudly. He waved his long sword and kept teasing at Ma Han, but refused to approach him.

Ma Han smiled, Guan Hai was not stupid either. Knowing that more than ten of them were shooting arrows, if he didn't go over, the other party would never dare to come over. Ma Han inserted his demonic eye bow back into the saddle side bow sac, grabbed the horse's belly, rushed forward, spread his arms, and a faint smile on his face.

Ma Han had no weapons in his hand, but it surprised Guan Hai more than holding a bully gun - what is this situation? Facing the knife with empty hands? Is this man crazy?

Guan Hai has been in Qingzhou for many years, from a soldier to Qu Shuai, with rich combat experience and agility towards danger than ordinary people. He feels a little danger now, and as the other party approaches, the feeling of anxiety becomes stronger and stronger. He even had the idea of ​​wielding the horse, which surprised him. How could this happen? In order to dispel the uneasy, he could only do one thing and yell: "Who is coming?" The roar was shouting, and his courage seemed to be strong.

"Guan Hai, remember, the one who defeated you today is a certain family - Liaodong Ma Jinglong!"

Ma Han did not report his true identity, because a cavalry captain in Liaodong County should not appear here. He only needs the Qingzhou people to remember that there is a "Liaodong Horse Jinglong".

"Damn it! Go to death!" Guan Hai was furious and had not yet fought, so he made this statement. Do you really think he is a dead person? No one can tolerate such ignorance.

Guan Hai danced with one hand, his eyes were bloodshot, like an angry bull rushing towards Ma Han - Chong Chong Chong, don't let him draw his weapons, pretending to be slashed by the knife!

"It's bad!" Kong Rong exclaimed on the gatehouse, "Why is Ma Duwei so arrogant? And his cavalry did not respond at all... Where did they go in the fierceness of the city yesterday?"

The scribe's eyes shrank suddenly, and he saw that the horse was moving.

Ma Han moved. Just as Guan Hai rushed to nearly fifty steps, the enhanced magic pupil bow was drawn out from the bow sac, and a wolf-toothed arrow was in his hand. He put the arrow, tugged the string, half open, loosened the string, and completed it in one go, so fast that Guan Hai had no time to react.

Whoosh! An arrow shot out-when!

Guan Hai's big sword in his hand was as if it was hit by a giant hammer, and flew out of his hand. He made several spirals in the air and slapped it straight to the ground. On the wide knife surface, the tail feather of a wolf-toothed arrow trembled sharply. The arrow was nailed into the surface of the iron knife, knocking the heavy knife weighing more than 30 kilograms away several feet away.

Guan Hai's face turned green and he urgently pulled his horse. The big green horse was strangled and the front hooves were scattered. The man stood up and overturned Guan Hai to the ground. Guan Hai rolled on the ground, jumped up, and ran away. The twenty Yellow Turban strong men fought desperately to help him.

From Ma Han firing an arrow, to knocking off a big sword, to Guan Hai being frightened and fell off the horse, no one could react in a few blinks, whether it was the Yellow Turban side or Duchang side. Except for Taishici, Eagle Nu, and Wolf-Tooth Flying Cavalry, they knew that this was the inevitable result. So, when Ma Han waved his hand, Wolf-Tooth Flying Cavalry, who had already been ready to go, rode forward, raised his bow and arrow, and launched a rush toward the Yellow Turban strongman who was responding to Guan Hai.

Yes, the target of Marhan is these Yellow Turban Heroes.

As we all know, the sources of the Yellow Turban Army are mostly civilians, without training, no soldiers and armor, no supplies, purely "three no personnel", and combat effectiveness is tofu. When fighting, it depends on the tactics of the sea of ​​people. If you win, you will be excited, and if you lose, you will be dispersed. But it is not difficult to reconverge. As long as the core is still there, this core is the Yellow Turban Army and the most core force of the Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban Soldiers are the general term for those Yellow Turban elites who are pious about Taipingdao, strong and have certain combat experience. To a certain extent, the extent to which the number of Yellow Turban Soldiers can be weakened and severely damaged the Yellow Turban Soldiers. These twenty Yellow Turban Soldiers are the elites of Guan Hai Army. They are all exterminated, which is more valuable than killing hundreds of ordinary thieves.

"kill!"

Hesitate and scream! Arrows spread across the sky, and the Yellow Turbans fell off their horses one after another, and the men and horses were in blood.

"No--"

Guan Hai's heart was bleeding, and he struggled to hold the last Yellow Turban Strongman, and he was shot without even realizing it.

Wow—A arrow flew over, hitting the eyebrows of the last Yellow Turban Strongman. A powerful arrow penetrated through his brain, bone pieces splattered, and blood spurted like a spring.

Guan Hai turned his head and saw a blood-colored bow, the bow string trembling violently, and a big hand stroked the bow string. The string was still, just like the cold expression of the owner of the blood bow.
Chapter completed!