A series of complicated and inexplicable eyes were drawn from the eyes of many soldiers to those figures that seemed a little clumsy and ridiculous.

"Retreat quickly, you are like a great man, how can you follow the thief?" Huang Pusong's cold voice was filled with an inexplicable heaviness.

His gaze looked at the figures, and he was surprised and suspicious. Obviously, what the latter did was extremely difficult for them to understand.

"Bah, the people of the great man, what a ridiculous title? During the natural disaster, did the foolish monarch remember us, the people of the great man? Several states had severe droughts, several states had floods, left their hometowns, were displaced, and were not as good as death as they did. They changed their children and fed. Did anyone in power care about the situation of us, the "people of the great man"?"

An old and hoarse voice came out, with a tremendous resentment and resentment, just to express the shocking and aggravation in my heart that had been aggrieved for a long time.

Huang Pusong's eyes moved horizontally and saw the person who made a sound. It was an old and overly old man. His skin seemed to be crawling over by dead folds and leaf veins, and his body was as weak as if it could fall with the wind in a breath. Only his resentful and unwilling eyes were wide open for a moment, silently questioning the filth under the bright world.

"This father-in-law, you should be older than me. You know better in your heart than me if you can say anything and you can't say anything. I think you are afraid that you will be so angry that you will be confused and confused. Let me say it again: quickly lead the people back and leave without any blame!" A calm and indifferent tone came out of Huang Pusong's mouth.

The thin and weak old man did not retreat at all when he heard this. Instead, a strange and sarcastic smile appeared on his mottled and wrinkled face.

"Hahaha, I am worthy of being a loyal dog under the command of a foolish monarch! Even speaking so well-sounding? However, your seemingly kind behavior cannot cover up your crazy heartbrokenness. The fact that your hands are covered in blood and killing people will always make you live in a terrifying nightmare!"

"Pilgrimage is a sin, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero. Only by slaughtering millions can one become a hero! I don't want to be a hero, but I dare not refuse to obey the emperor's order!"

In the slightly narrowed eyes, there was a fierce strait gradually rising, Huang Pu

Song held his hands tightly, and under his green and erect muscles, his patience and compassion gradually faded.

As a palm covered with thick cocoons waved, a sound of inability to hear the slightest emotion sounded: It was stubborn and equivalent to a member of the Yellow Turban Party. Since it was no longer a Han people, I should kill them!

Fifty dead soldiers hiding in the black cloak, as Huang Pusong finished speaking, launched an attack that was enough to kill people.

As the shadows started and fell, the delicate and small short crossbow in their hands disappeared from the crossbow arrows on the string.

Fifty sharp arrows, carrying a faint green and strange light, ran towards the people who held the shabby weapon but had no protective power.

The ragged figures were rushing forward, and under the sudden arrow command of Huang Pusong, he seemed extremely helpless. At least thirty figures fell down with a bang.

The wounds of these fallen people were not only brutally pierced by one or several crossbow arrows, but also splattered with blue and black blood. Along with the breeze at night, a strange smell of stench spread.

Seeing such a cruel and bloody scene, the six or seven hundred people who were originally full of morale and moved forward immediately began to look ugly and turn aside the miscellaneous weapons in their hands, and flee like crazy in the direction they came.

"Bah, those who are greedy and afraid of death!" The thin old man in the lead spitted at the escaped man several times, and then looked at the people who were still willing to accompany him, the old bones, with great relief, and could not hide a hint of proud smile on his face, like a dead tree and an old bark.

"The ferocious fox's tail was finally revealed, haha, such a cruel behavior is really worthy of being a general of the Han Dynasty!" He looked at the direction where the arrow of death shot, and the thin old man suddenly laughed wildly.

Seeing that his shocking poisonous arrow did not scare all the stubborn people away, Huang Pusong's eyes finally disappeared from the last trace of pity and turned into a sinister who ignored everything.

"You guys should go together too!" A faint sentence was spoken from Huang Pusong, but it made the five hundred elite soldiers who did not take any action in the first round of arrow rain feel awe-inspiring in their hearts, and the powerful crossbow in their hands subconsciously raise it in the air.

Of course, among the five hundred elite soldiers, there were some people who were compassionate and kind-hearted. But when they cast their eyes on Huang Pusong's cold face, no matter how much they felt unwilling or sympathy they had in their hearts, they would not dare to use their lives to challenge the military orders issued by Huang Pusong.

Therefore, they were used to following the orders of Huang Pusong's military, but after a little hesitation, the crossbow arrows in their hands were shot out when the lightning flashed.

The dense rain of arrows fell like a sudden dark cloud of death. Next, there was a tragedy on earth that could not be avoided or avoided.

During the tragedy on earth, waves of sounds also resounded in the sky.

"Old man, you can't die! I agreed that after the sky changes, I will see the scenery of the mountains and rivers together..."

"Old, you've been hiding the spirits you've been secretly hiding for ten years and are leaving before you can drink them. Isn't it a pity?"

"Grandma, you, you promised to protect A Dai for the rest of your life, and you also have to see A Dai's wife give birth to a fat boy..."

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Gradually, all the sounds disappeared. The loud and sad sounds of crying were also silent. Only the layers of blood on the ground that could not be washed away by the water of the Yellow River, and the fallen bodies, which were old or young, were silently telling something.

After destroying the stubborn people like a massacre, Huang Pusong did not show any joy. Instead, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Without looking at the dead bodies of the people, Huang Pusong wanted to send all the stuffy breath in his chest towards the Yellow Turban bandits who were supporting him.

Faced with Huang Pusongsen's ruthless stare, Huang Jinqun, the leader of the Yellow Turban, attached a considerable degree of importance to it.

As the commander of the 2,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in the small military camp of the South Gate, he did not have a deep contempt for the imperial army like some other arrogant and crazy Yellow Turban generals. Instead, he recognized the strength and elite of the official army in his heart.

Therefore, when he saw seven or eight hundred people who were ignorant of life and death trying to attack the official army lineup, he did not choose to go to help recklessly, but instead watched a good show quietly with a cold-eyed attitude.

However, when he watched the scene of hundreds of people being massacred, Huang Jinqun felt an uncontrollable feeling of regret in his heart.

Especially when he saw the two thousand Yellow Turban soldiers who were originally very strong in morale, his morale was quickly sluggish after seeing the bloody methods of the government army, which made his regret even stronger.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, Huang Jinqun finally realized how bad he had taken a step, and wiped out his subordinates' initial aura, and then got into a dilemma.

And it was precisely in his dilemma that he had never noticed that some important time had been quietly stolen.

Then, in less than a cup of tea, a long red dragon that could not see the end rushed to the sky with a sharp momentum that was about to pierce through the sky.

It was not until this time that Huang Jinqun suddenly realized how ridiculous and stupid his hesitation was to him, and how important and precious it was to the official army!

"General, all the more than 20,000 elite soldiers in the entire army have arrived!" The deputy general appointed by Huang Pusong could not hide his excitement and joy on his dark face.

Huang Pusong waved his hand lightly, like an eagle looking at the mouse, but he looked at Huang Jinqun with a ugly face and those yellow turban soldiers with a confused and horrified face.

"Split some soldiers and strangle them! The rest of the people will follow me to break the city!"

After speaking, Huang Pusong was too lazy to watch Huang Jinqun and others. Under the protection of many soldiers, he led the army toward the county government residence that symbolized the ownership of power in Guangzong City.

Perhaps even though he knew that Huang Jinqun and the Yellow Turban soldiers would definitely die, the indescribable depression in Huang Pusong's heart began to disappear quietly as if he had found a vent.

The wind at night is cold and indifferent, and the darkness makes people lose their perspective. But the torches raised high, and the sound of everywhere transmitted from the wind makes the contests everywhere in the dark become extremely enthusiastic and cruel.

Huang Pusong's more than 20,000 troops began to sweep the Yellow Turban soldiers in Guangzong City like locusts passing through the border.

That night, the chaotic fighting sounds that I remember from time to time resounded throughout!

This night, it was illuminated by the endless fires that ignite from time to time!

Although the Yellow Turban soldiers who lost the tall and wide city walls still had some numerical advantages, they were obviously not worthy of being the opponents of the imperial army.

The fate of the large Yellow Turban Army was mostly strangled into small stocks. The fate of the small Yellow Turban Army was mostly strangled into smaller stocks. It was not until Huang Pusong determined that those Yellow Turban Remnants who were too small could no longer threaten the imperial army even if they received a gift, they would let go of their fear and be captured and incorporated by the imperial army happily!

This night was destined to be difficult to calm down. There were countless Yellow Turban military camps that were captured and the supplies inside were swept away. There were also many Yellow Turban generals who were once quite famous, surrounded and killed like pigs and dogs.

The most unforgettable representative figure among them is Zhang Bao, who has been one of the three highest peaks since the beginning of the Yellow Turbans.

His luck was really not done well. Not only did he not enjoy the special treatment of being a high-level prisoner, but he was dismembered by several unknown soldiers who did not recognize him while running away.

If the statistics officer had not been able to count military merits according to the head, he was afraid that Zhang Bao's head would have been treated as an ordinary head and would have been dealt with directly at a cheap price of one to two strings of Wuzhu coins!

Haha, I wish all book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion, and all your wishes come true!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!