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Xu Chu exhaled and shouted loudly, as if a thunderbolt had bloomed on the sunny day! The people in the city were shocked and couldn't stand firmly.

He took two steps forward, and blood all over his body seemed to suddenly surge towards his head. The blue veins as thick as a little finger were about to burst out from under his thin skin. He suddenly exerted force with both hands, lifted the huge rock in his arms, and threw it out like a cannonball. The impact of the huge rock excited the air and made a torn sound.

In an instant, he hit the wall with the largest number of Yellow Turban thieves, and a loud bang. The pile of Yellow Turban troops, which were wielding swords wildly, slashing the remaining few members of the Xu family, joined a large wall and dust flew out.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who could still stand on the wall all stopped waving the swords and guns in their hands. They looked blankly at the wall with a huge gap suddenly, and dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers who disappeared at the same time, laughing and screaming because they finally climbed onto the wall.

Among them is Xiao Qu Shuai, who had his son dead. He finally went to see his family as he wished, but it looked a bit terrible when he was smashed by the huge rockery. I don’t know if his family can recognize him.

The ladder that was leaning against the wall just now had been destroyed by a huge rock, and no one could climb up again.

Taking advantage of the remaining dozen yellow-turban thieves' dazed, Xu Chu picked up the ring-headed sword that was first placed by the wall and rushed on it like crazy. The sharp sword kept dividing the human body that appeared in his eyes.

The people who could still stand in front of him were no longer their own tribe. Xu Chu, who had stared at the red eye, had no scruples at all.

Two halves, two halves again! Still two halves!

Like the sharpest and fastest cutting machine in the world, amid the whistling sound of a knife, the huge ring-headed knife was waving with hatred and anger. The speed and the forceful sharpness made the blade easily enter and exit the human body. The blood in the sky kept splashing into the air, splashing people all over their heads and faces. The full text has no advertisements.

After Xu Chu passed by, the people standing would fall into a pool of chaotic limbs that could no longer be pieced together. The originally crowded walls were soon filled with human tissue divided into pieces. These could no longer be called corpses.

The last few Yellow Turban soldiers finally lost the courage to face the blade before the blade was approaching. They shouted and jumped out of the wall together. At least a whole body could be left behind when they fell to death, but the last person was still in the air, and the shadow of the knife chasing behind them was cut into two halves and two halves.

The internal organs and blood in the abdomen scattered in the air were poured out. The blood gathered on the wall had already begun to flow towards the low-lying area like a stream. The whole wall was filled with the strange smell of being vomited.

Xu Chu used the remaining two large stones and used the same method to deal with the other two ladders on the wall, and grabbed the stones as big as bowls on the ground and started throwing them.

The stones as big as bowls were flying in the air even more vigorously. Under Xu Chu's powerful throw, the heads of the Yellow Turban thief were heard constantly. Under the rapid impact of the stones, they made a "touch, touch" bursting sound like watermelons.

Not long after, within a radius of twenty feet, no one could have a complete skull, and no one could stand upright on the ground. Several Yellow Turban thieves who had just emerged from the wall immediately shrank their heads back when they saw such a miserable appearance.

However, a lot of Yellow Turban thieves on the other two castle walls finally broke through the defense of the Xu clan without bows and arrows. They began to pour into the fort, and Xu Chu's hand finally lost its power after a fierce force.

But there was no Yellow Turban Thief on the fort wall he was guarding. Xu Chu gasped with a heavy breath. Amid the fierce attacks and killing sounds in other places, a strange silence was formed.

Xu Ding, who was originally commanding the tribe to demolish the house, wanted to reinforce the wall in the east, but before he could rush under the wall with his men, the wall was completely occupied by the Yellow Turban Army. Looking back at the west, it was almost the same.

On the three-sided castle wall, there was only Xu Chu standing alone. Apart from the dead body, there was no living Yellow Turban thief. On the walls on both sides, the Yellow Turban thieves began to flock down and clash into the castle.

Xu Ding sighed deeply, everything was about to end.

"Xujiabao will disappear from today!"

He glanced at Xu Chu on the wall, then looked back at the more than a hundred brothers following behind him, and Xu Ding was about to say something.

Suddenly, violent fireworks broke out from the warehouse. It seemed that the two accepted the orders of the patriarch and set fire to the Xu family after the fort was captured and used all the fire-attributing objects. With such a violent fire, I was afraid that nothing would be left.

Smelling the burnt scent of food in the air, Xu Ding felt a sense of pride back into his weak body.

Haha laughed: "Brothers! Are you afraid of those Yellow Turban thieves?"

"Not afraid! Fight with them!" "The Xu family has no cowards!"

Xu Ding shouted: "Okay, we can't live together, we will die together today!"

Xu Chu also jumped down from the wall, walked to his elder brother, and silently held his elder brother's hand. With a heavy stern grip, the two brothers nodded slightly, and everything was silent!

With the continuous invasion of the Yellow Turban thieves, the Xu family members who could still run in the fort began to gather towards the location where the two brothers of the clan leader were. Only here, the Yellow Turban thieves had not launched an attack yet.

Although we all know that the situation is hopeless, it is time to live for a while.

Looking at the tribe members surrounding him, infinite sadness rose in Xu Ding and Xu Chu's eyes.

In the fortress with the elderly, weak, women and children, there are more than 3,000 tribes. Now there are less than 1,000 young and old people who can get here. The others are running slower. In the case of the Yellow Turban Thiefs passing by like a tide of Yellow Turbans, there is no hope of survival.

In the warehouse full of food, the fire became bigger and bigger, like huge columns of fire ignited, making a sound. The air in the whole castle was heated up. The thick smoke began to rise, and even they stood far away and felt the heat of the flames.

The Yellow Turban Thief finally surrounded them. They searched the entire fort, but found that nothing could be obtained. Apart from the smell of burnt food on the nose, it was impossible to rescue anything close to them.

Their eyes also turned red, and they spent five days and five nights and lost thousands of lives. In the end, they found that nothing could be obtained, and what else could make these robbers who were originally full of expectations angry!

Just the moment before the final killing began, a strange sound suddenly sounded outside the city. The sound rushed like the Qiantang River, becoming louder and louder, and the Yellow Turban thieves standing on the wall turned around in confusion and looked out.

As a black line appeared on the ground from the direction of Qiao County, the line quickly expanded, becoming thicker and longer, and in a blink of an eye it hit like a wave, bringing everyone and things blocking its way into its waves.

An experienced old yellow turban on the wall shouted: "It's a cavalry, a cavalry from the government! I came from Qiao County!"

"Has Qiao County sent troops? I haven't heard of a large number of cavalry in Qiao County!"

"I'm afraid of a bird! We have tens of thousands of people? One can drown them if you urinate!"

Suddenly, a yellow turban soldier with good eyes roared: "The lion is the lion flag, the group of people I met last time in Gepo!"

A thief soldier with some knowledge shouted: "It's not good that they are going to rush to the Grand Marshal's flag!"

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