Chapter 19 Zhou Jun Breaks His Nerve
Relying on the splashing water wielded by a long spear in his hand, Liu Ye forced his way through the siege, and led the remaining two hundred people behind him to kill the Chinese army, while the yellow scarf army behind him was still in the melee, and there was no way to fight. Just ignoring these people, the group of people turned out to be unstoppable, and went straight to the Chinese army like a long arrow.
At this time, Zhou Jun was pacing back and forth in the tent in a hurry, puzzled. Although a few days ago he failed in the internal and external battles, and the pawn Wei Zheng who stayed in the city was also killed, but according to the news, that The county magistrate Song He and county lieutenant Sun Chang killed them all. It stands to reason that the defenders of Licheng should have no morale. How dare they come out of the city now? How bold!
"Liu Yuqing, it must be this Liu Yuqing again. No one else has such courage." Zhou Jun thought about it, and immediately locked on Liu Ye. Killing, no one dared to go out of the city to attack, even a well-trained officer of the Han army, at most, was urging the young and strong and the defenders to step up the defense of the city.
But since he met Liu Ye, Zhou Jun's majestic Yellow Turban Marshal has been deflated everywhere, his first general Han Cheqi was beheaded, and the rebellion in the city was quelled.
"No, no!"
Zhou Jun turned around and stood still. Under the dim light, his face turned from black to blue, his frowning brows were covered with beads of sweat, and his face was extremely serious.
"It's just Licheng, don't worry about it, why bother with this Liu Ye to the end? After the rebellion is put down tonight, immediately turn to Mount Tai, go to Dongping, even if you go to Linzi to join Xu He, you must not stay. Here it is."
Zhou Jun was frightened by Liu Ye, the majestic Yellow Turban Marshal, a hero with tens of thousands of troops, wanted to bypass a small county town.
But at this moment, a faint cry of killing came slowly, Zhou Jun couldn't help being startled, and then flew into a rage.
"It's the opposite, it's really the opposite, you dare to make trouble under my nose."
Zhou Jun walked out of the camp gate, and was about to order his elite soldiers to investigate, when he heard a sound of piercing through the air.
Before Zhou Jun had time to react, an arrow was shot in the forehead of a team supervisor beside him. The arrow pierced through the bone with such great force, pierced through the head, and the arrow came out from the other side. Where is the life of the supervisory team, the body staggered, and immediately fell to the ground.
"Master, be careful!" Zhou Wen, the leader of the supervising team, hurriedly supported Zhou Jun. He was Zhou Jun's younger brother, with broad arms and a round waist, and was appointed by Zhou Jun as the leader of the supervising team to protect him.
This arrow was shot by Liu Ye, and he was the only one in Licheng who could hold a three-stone strong bow. He saw Zhou Jun's camp in the distance, and there were figures in the lights, so he drew the bow and arrow without thinking, and shot. A Yellow Turban soldier died.
Liu Ye shook his head, casually hung the longbow on his chest, held a long lance in his hand, gathered energy in his dantian, and screamed loudly.
"Kill Zhou Jun, break the Yellow Turban!"
After all, Liu Ye took the lead and killed it. Although there was no galloping horse under his crotch, he was a disciple of the great master of martial arts, the sharpshooter Li Shuwen. , It really is like a galloping horse.
Liu Ye's subordinates were not to be outdone, they had already fought a bloody battle, and shouted in unison.
"Kill Zhou Jun, break the Yellow Turban!"
"Kill Zhou Jun, break the Yellow Turban!"
More than two hundred people rushed over in one breath, and the supervisor team beside Zhou Jun immediately raised their knives and axes and stepped forward to fight. The Supervising Team deserves to be the elite armed by Zhou Jun. They are all tall and fat, and they have an advantage in numbers. The five hundred Supervising Team is fully twice the number of Liu Ye's side.
However, more than 200 people under Liu Ye's command experienced a bloody battle, and they were all full of vigor. Therefore, facing the siege of twice as many enemies as themselves, they were not at a disadvantage for a while.
Liu Ye let out a tiger roar, and stabbed the long lance in his hand against the wind, stabbing to death one of the supervisors. He pulled out the ring-headed knife from his waist and withstood the falling knife and ax with a bang. The fist grasping the handle of the knife rushed forward and hit him on the throat. Two yellow scarf soldiers died instantly.
Liu Ye secretly said in his heart: The Yellow Turban Bandit has many people and is powerful, and it will be disadvantageous in a long-term battle. You must kill Zhou Jun before making a fuss.
"Give it to a certain death, Zhou Jun, that guy, he hasn't come out to lead the death!" Liu Ye shouted again and again, a long spear was deployed according to the routine of the eight great spears, and the barrel of the long spear swung and blocked, and the tip of the spear He stabs anyone he meets, and he dies when he stabs them. Even if he hits someone with a lance, he will be thrown far away. As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong. Can be close.
At this moment, a gust of wind rushed towards his face, and this move was powerful and heavy. Liu Ye had just killed a yellow scarf thief. It was when the old power was gone and the new power was not born, so he had to dodge sideways.
After standing still on both feet, Liu Ye took a closer look, only to see a strong black figure standing facing him, with a knife and ax in his hand the size of a human head. It's more alike if you can't see clearly. But Liu Ye's eyes were as bright as lightning, so he could see clearly.
"Hmph, everyone knows that you, Liu Yuqing, are the number one warrior in Licheng, and I see nothing more than that." Zhou Wen snorted coldly. He usually led the supervising team to guard Zhou Jun, so it was rare for him to fight. In fact, Han Che, the number one fighter in Zhou Jun's army Riding may not be as good as Zhou Wen.
Liu Ye swung his spear horizontally: "Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth."
Zhou Wen yelled, and stepped forward with the big ax in his hand. The sound of the wind was extremely strong, but Liu Ye didn't dodge. The scattered sparks. Although Zhou Wen was powerful, but after all, the big ax was heavy, and he was hit by the tip of the spear. His hands were numb for a while, and he could only support it with all his strength.
Zhou Wen's arms were weak, but Liu Ye was getting more and more energetic. Suddenly he saw a gap, and the tip of the lance jingled into the gap of the big axe. With both arms exerting a lot of power, he fell down like a mountain, and immediately pressed the big ax into it. In the mud, Zhou Wen's face was flushed, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.
Liu Ye didn't give Zhou Wen a chance to react. He firmly held the lance with one hand, and repeated the old trick with his right hand.
The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and Liu Ye cut the iron like mud under the force of Liu Ye's movement. Liu Ye raised the ring knife vigorously, and a big head shot up into the sky, blood spurted out from the neck, and it took a while On the ground, it fell into a puddle of mud.