"Boss Mengzi, there was a group of refugees from the Han court camp in front of him. They looked like there were only a few thousand people, and most of them were old, weak, women and children.

As long as we take action, we can definitely easily solve this small group of refugees."

A young man holding a spear said sneeringly at a group of refugees in the distance.

"Very good, let me know, and it's better to start. These thousands of refugees may be able to find some good things, but you should also be careful of the counterattacks of these refugees.

Although they are just refugees and not soldiers, they must have weapons on their hands.

During the war, even refugees are soldiers, you must be careful when you act."

Zhao Meng's face showed a hint of joy when he heard the young man's words.

But he was still quite cautious in what he said, and he was originally a cautious person.

"Hehe, boss, don't worry. We have killed less than 100,000 refugees over the past few days, and there are tens of thousands of them. Not all of these small refugees are strong, there are still old and weak women in it!

They only have a few thousand people, so they are not the opponent of our tens of thousands of soldiers. As long as the strong men among these refugees are solved, the remaining refugees will naturally surrender immediately. President, don’t worry!”

The young man looked confident and seemed to be familiar with attacking refugees.

The expression on his face was very relaxed and he could not see any worries.

It seems that attacking and killing refugees is just a common occurrence in his eyes.

"That's good. Let's go together and solve them quickly. It would be bad if the players from the Hanting camp came to support him."

After hearing the young man's words, Zhao Meng calmed down and immediately rushed towards the small group of refugees with all his players and soldiers.

Zhao Meng is the leader of a large guild in Jizhou, "Huangtian Alliance".

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, several major guilds in Jizhou also quickly split.

Several larger guilds chose to stick to the Han court camp, but more guilds chose to join the Taipingdao camp.

After all, Jizhou is the old nest of Zhang Jiao, a great wise teacher. Many guild organizations chose to be established in Jizhou.

It was originally because I planned to join Zhang Jiao,

After the plot of the Yellow Turban Uprising started, many Jizhou guilds naturally joined this side of the Taipingdao camp.

These guild organizations formed by Yiren are also quite active in Jizhou. In the early stage of Zhangjiao, Yiren also contributed a lot.

On the battlefield of Guangzong City, at this moment, the main force of the Han army led by Lu Zhi was fighting fiercely with the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Jiao.

Both sides were going back and forth, and there was no way to expand the results of the battle for a while.

Neither Lu Zhi nor Zhang Jiao wanted to lose too much force in this battle.

Faced with the siege of Lu Zhi's army, Zhang Jiao could not stand in Guangzong City, intending to defeat Lu Zhi by defensive counterattack.

The defensive cities or barriers of Guangzong City were used to destroy the morale of the enemy, and when the Han army was declining, they rushed forward with one rush.

Under Zhang Jiao's threat, Lu Zhi was forced to give up the idea of ​​attacking force, and took the idea of ​​digging deep into the trench, surrounding the entire Guangzong City, and slowly drawing on it.

There is no idle on the surrounding battlefields in the Guangzong area. The entire Guangzong city and surrounding situation are now roughly divided into two parts.

On one side, more than ten million indigenous troops fought bloody battles under the city.

Second, countless players were divided into two camps on the battlefield around Guangzong City, attacking each other, and the two sides were having a great time fighting.

Many Inhuman players do not have enough troops and strength to join the main battlefield of Guangzong City, so they fight on several nearby sub-battlefields.

The guild president Zhao Meng is such an example. He did not choose to directly participate in the main battlefield of Guangzong City.

The main battlefield of Guangzong City is too dangerous. There are many famous generals and warriors in the Han court camp, Lu Zhi, Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, Zongzi, Xu Rong............

A series of historical generals appeared on the battlefield of Guangzong City, which naturally prevented the Yellow Turban camp from getting a bargain.

So many players went to some places around the Guangzong battlefield and used their abilities to find opportunities to earn merit and money.

Zhao Meng, the president of the "Huangtian Alliance" guild, is one of these players.

On this day, as usual, he brought tens of thousands of troops to the official road south of Guangzong City and chose to ambush the refugees.

Half of them are players and half are indigenous soldiers they recruited.

Although half of them are players.

They were all dressed as yellow turban thieves, holding weapons in their hands, and the armor they wore was also not exactly the same.

But these are all aggressive, and everyone has yellow turbans on their heads. From a distance, there is not much difference between them and the Yellow Turban Army.

As soon as I saw this group of refugees, I roared and killed them.

"The sky is dead, and the Yellow Turbans are here. Years are in Jiazi, and the world is very good. Brothers will give me a chance and kill all of these refugees, except for the elderly, weak, women and children."

"Huang Tian protects!"

Zhao Meng let out a slogan and waved his hand to add a morale-enhancing skill to all the members of his guild.

Immediately, the bodies of all these Yellow Turban soldiers were full of yellow light, and their attack power, defense and morale were slightly improved.

Then Zhao Meng led his players and soldiers to rush up together.

"Put down your weapons, surrender and don't kill."

"Run, kill them all."

…………

They roared angrily. Crazy was towards this group, their eyes full of endless bloodthirsty light.

Because once this group of refugees is killed, you can not only seize some money, equipment, food, and other things.

As a player in the Yellow Turban camp, even if he kills refugees in the Han camp, he can obtain a small amount of military achievements.

At that time, you can also use the combat merit points of the Yellow Turban camp to exchange for various rewards.

When those refugees saw this group of players, they immediately became terrified.

Because the dress of these players is no different from that of the Yellow Turban Thieves, they are immediately frightened.

They left their hometown because of the treacherous chaos.

Unexpectedly, I encountered this large group of Yellow Turban thieves just after leaving Guangzong City.

What's more, there are tens of thousands of people in this group of Yellow Turbans, and they cannot be opponents.

But although they were desperate, they reacted quickly.

Hundreds of strong young men among the refugees quickly picked up weapons and formed a simple line of defense with dozens of ox carts transporting food and grass.

In the chaotic times, the people have long been tempered that everything depends on their own truth.

This group of refugees is no exception.

"Hmph, I'm really a desperate struggle. If there is a historical general hidden among these refugees, it may cause us some trouble.

These dozens of strong people want to block us, that's really a whim!"

Zhao Meng sneered, raised his hand, and hundreds of aliens behind him rushed up frantically.

Although there are still hundreds of strong refugees, it is still too difficult to resist tens of thousands of soldiers.

After all, they were just a few hundred temporary armed refugees. They were not regular soldiers of the Han court camp.

Hundreds of strangers were fierce and rushed towards the refugee spirit behind the ox cart.

It was just a charge, and the powerful soldiers of the refugees had already lost hundreds of people.

The defense line formed by the ox cart was shaking in an instant and was about to be torn apart.

"God, you are so unfair. We have to leave our hometown and have to escape from our hometown. We have to send these moths to kill us all."

An old man among the refugees could no longer control his emotions when he saw this situation and cried bitterly.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Meng, who was responsible for commanding the player, narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was slightly moved, he turned into steel in a flash.

This is just a game after all.

He has seen such a scene many times during these days, but he can only tell himself that it is just data and games.

It seemed that he heard the old man's miserable shouts, and God wanted to respond.

Suddenly, on the east side of the player, a rumbling iron hooves sounded loudly, and a fully armed cavalry suddenly rushed out.

This terrifying heavy armored cavalry, like a god of death, killed the Yellow Turban soldiers like a sharp knife.

"What's the situation? Where did these heavy cavalry come from?"

Seeing the cavalry suddenly rushing over from the side, Zhao Meng, who was originally calm and composed, was immediately shocked!

The number of cavalry is not too large, but only about 10,000 people. Compared with the number of players, there is not much advantage.

But what's terrifying is that the Han cavalry rushing over can be well-equipped at a glance.

They all have complete armor, and even the war horses are covered with strong armor, which is obvious to them.

Moreover, the tens of thousands of heavy armored cavalry were covered with black armor.

Zhao Meng knew at first sight that something was wrong, and this was definitely not a player's army.

He hasn't heard that today's players can form such a huge number of heavy armored cavalry units.

This is definitely a regular army in the Han court camp. Although his belonging cannot be seen from the banner, he is only sure of it.

That is, this group of heavy cavalry must be the elite among the elite Han army, otherwise they would not have such a powerful and terrifying aura.

Before Zhao Meng could make any reaction,

Accompanied by the rumbling sound of iron hooves, the group of heavy cavalry "boomed" and crashed into the formation.

Many players in the front row were already knocked away. They were still in the air, and a large amount of blood surged out of their mouths, eyes and noses.

The heavy armored cavalry kept rushing forward and continued to knock forward to all the obstacles blocking the road. The sword and spear in his hand danced, bringing up countless great heads.

"Archesters, shoot all."

After all, Zhao Meng is the president of a not-so-small guild and a person with some courage. After a slight panic, he recovered his calmness.
Chapter completed!