War often symbolizes killing, death, pain, and parting.

On this day, Yang Fan led his army of 7,000 people and more than 10,000 people to drive on the official road in Youzhou.

"Lord, a village ahead suddenly burst into flames, killing sounds everywhere, moths are looting, will our army go to rescue the people?"

At this time, a whistleman came to report.

"Chang Yun, quickly ride the horses and horses, go and rescue the people."

Seeing this, Yang Fan did not hesitate and quickly ordered Guan Yu.

"promise!"

Guan Yu responded to the promise, then let out a long roar and ran forward with more than a thousand cavalry.

By the time Guan Yu arrived, the villages here were already full of corpses, full of devastated children, thin and helpless elderly people, and messy women. These scenes were deeply imprinted in Guan Yu's mind like imprints.

"ah!"

Guan Yu's exhalation became rapid, his eyes gradually became red, and he carried a long sword and rushed into the group of moth thieves. His broken limbs and arms flew in a mess. The scene was extremely bloody. At this time, Guan Yu was like a demon from hell, bloodthirsty and ruthless.

"I...we surrender."

"We surrender, grandpa, don't kill me."

After a moment, more than a hundred moth thieves were left, only more than ten people were left, all of whom could not bear Guan Yu's momentum and knelt on the ground and surrounded him.

"Damn it, are you still considered a soldier? Pick up the weapon."

Seeing that all the moth thieves surrendered, Guan Yu stopped the killing and glanced at the people who were lying in a pool of blood, wishing to kill these guys with human faces and beasts directly. However, Yang Fan was extremely strict in the army and torture and killing prisoners was a serious crime. Even the arrogant Guan Yu dared not easily violated it.

"this...."

At this time, Yang Fan also led his army to arrive. When he saw the miserable appearance of the people, he felt a stone blocking his heart. He wanted to say it but couldn't say it. To be honest, this was the first time Yang Fan had seen such a scene. He slightly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and then he was endless anger.

"Lord, these surrendered Yellow Turban bandits."

Guan Yu suppressed the surrendered Yellow Turban soldiers and came to Yang Fan to hand in the order.

"Can you still call me a human call?"

Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him who were over 20 years old, Yang Fan asked sadly.

"I..."

"I..."

These Yellow Turban soldiers also realized at this time that they were all as simple and kind as these people a month ago, and they had become like this in just one month.

"ah!"

‘Puff!’

A Yellow Turban soldier with a conscience could not bear it first, and hit the stone next to him, and his brain splashed everywhere and died tragically on the spot.

"Hmph, ask who they are, where is the main force? How many people? This matter is left to Wen Yuan."

Yang Fan snorted coldly, then shook his sleeves, ignored the surrendered soldiers, and walked towards a stunned old man not far away.

"Uncle, uncle."

The old man's face was pale, his eyes were filled with tears, but he was so stubborn that he would not let it flow out.

"Sir... I finally waited for the official army."

The old man looked at Yang Fan's appearance and could no longer bear it. The grievance in his heart suddenly poured out and he knelt in front of Yang Fan and cried.

"Uncle, we're late."

Yang Fan slowly helped the old man up, his tone soft, for fear of scaring the poor man in front of him.

"well!"

The old man looked at Yang Fan speechlessly in tears, and then sighed slightly after a long time.

"Lord, I've asked, they are subordinates of Cheng Yuanzhi, the commander of the Yellow Turban Que. Cheng Yuanzhi led 50,000 people to attack Zhuo County. At present, the Yellow Turban Army's food and food are in urgent need of food and food. Cheng Yuanzhi sent them to collect food and food. Similar to such a 100-man team, there are more than twenty nearby."

At this time, Zhang Liao came to report and revealed the identities of these Yellow Turbans.

"Cheng Yuanzhi? I'm afraid it's coming for the Arsenal Treasury."

Yang Fan squinted his eyes and was thinking about countermeasures.

Then he shouted to Guan Yu not far away: "Captain Yun, lead the cavalry to wander out and wipe out the Yellow Turban teams. Set out immediately and there must be no mistakes."

Yang Fan couldn't forget the tragic situation in this village at this time and hurriedly urged Guan Yu to send troops.

"promise!"

Guan Yu had been unable to wait any longer. Yang Fan ordered him to turn over and lead the cavalry out of the village.

"Wenyuan, collect the bodies of the people in the village, bury them on the spot, and help the people put out the fire."

Yang Fan took the old man's hand and ordered Zhang Liao.

"No, where are those Yellow Turban Army?"

Zhang Liao clasped his fists and agreed, and just took two steps, then turned around and asked.

"Collect it, find a clearing, and burn it."

Yang Fan said without thinking.

"promise!"

Zhang Liao left and directed people to do things.

"Master."

At this time, Zhang Shiping led the civilians to arrive.

"Shiping is here, please command people to help Wen Yuan and the others."

Seeing Zhang Shiping, Yang Fan quickly spoke.

"promise!"

Zhang Shiping immediately took the order and left.

"Master, water."

After rushing for a while, Yang Fan suddenly felt dry and looking around, looking for a kettle. Gao Shun, who was beside him, saw this and quickly took the kettle from his waist and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Old man, you drink a little water first."

Yang Fan took the kettle, opened the lid and handed it to the old man and said.

"Sir, you...you can...don't let the old man off."

The old man also came to his senses at this time and saw Yang Fan personally sending the water to him, he immediately said in a panic.

"Old man, don't call him, as Fan is only over 20 years old, so why not call Fan to write a blog post!"

Yang Fan stuffed the kettle into the old man's hand and said with a smile.

"It's rare to see good officials like Grandmaster."

The old man said with emotion while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

An hour later, all the people who died in the village were buried by the Mayi soldiers. Looking at the hundreds of new tombs in front of them and listening to the crying of the survivors in the village next to them, Yang Fan suddenly felt that the responsibilities on his shoulders were getting heavier and his future goals gradually became clearer.

"Tell me, what do you see?"

Feeling the uneasy emotions of the soldiers behind him, Yang Fan suddenly shouted loudly, and the scene was silent after the words were finished. Everyone looked up at Yang Fan.

"Don't you dare to say it? No matter how hard a man is, he doesn't dare to give one?"

Yang Fan turned around and glanced at the soldiers behind him and shouted.

"Report to the lord that Liao saw hundreds of new tombs."

Zhang Liao was the first to react and quickly said loudly.

"Yes, Wen Yuan said it right. Hundreds of new graves and hundreds of living lives were still talking and laughing yesterday, but today is the eternal separation of heaven and man? Who is this blame?"

Yang Fan gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Yellow Turban Moth Thief."

Zhang Liao roared angrily.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Yang Fan pulled out the sword from his waist until the sky.

"Suppress the Yellow Turban!"

Zhang Liao also pulled out the ring-headed sword and roared.

"Suppress the Yellow Turban!"

"Suppress the Yellow Turban!"

"Suppress the Yellow Turban!"

The blood of the other soldiers was finally stimulated by Yang Fan at this time. When they first arrived at the village, many people showed fear and confusion in their eyes. At this time, everyone was angry and wanted to go to fight with the Yellow Turban Army now.

"The army sets off! Target Zhuo County!"
Chapter completed!