Chapter 12 Encountering the remnants of the Yellow Turban on the road
"Brother Boyu, Ci County is not far ahead. There happens to be a Jianghan tributary there. Let's go straight down the waterway and reach Fancheng in three days."
Guo Jia knew that Liu Qi wanted to take the little maid to find someone, but the more he got in touch with him, the more mysterious he became.
Fancheng has an advantageous geographical location, with Jianghan tributaries, and is only across the river from Xiangyang, a battleground for military strategists.
But Fancheng was not as conspicuous as Xiangyang, so Guo Jia thought he had guessed what Liu Qi meant.
That is to use Fancheng as the base and keep a low profile. Now the Han Dynasty is in danger. If there is a trigger, earth-shaking changes will occur.
If Liu Qi heard this, he would definitely give Guo Jia a look. We just want to live in the Three Kingdoms, with rich clothes and fine food, surrounded by people.
Of course, it is not easy to achieve this goal. War is about to break out in the Three Kingdoms, and the feudal princes are divided and divided. It seems that no one can be reliable at this time.
What's more, Cai Mao would not give up. He had to find Huang Zhong as soon as possible and find a place to stay.
However, having Guo Jia here is really worry-free. He is worthy of being called a genius. With one false shot, Cai Mao didn't know where he was going.
It's hard to say that I've been enjoying traveling a lot these days.
"Help..."
Just as Liu Qi and others were walking towards Ci County, there was a commotion and shouting in front of them.
"Young master, it's not good. There are remnants of the Yellow Turbans who are killing the refugees."
The first-class people were all veterans who had been on the battlefield, and they recognized the Yellow Turban Army on horseback in the distance at a glance.
Each one of them had a ferocious look on their face, waving the spears and swords in their hands to kill the refugees who were fleeing in all directions.
The leader of the Yellow Turban Army had his left eye covered with a piece of black cloth. It was obvious that he only had one eye, but there was a fierce light in the other eye.
"All the women will be taken up the mountain by me. The men will not be killed if they surrender. Those who resist and run away will be shot without mercy..."
Among the refugees, a long-faced man held a stick in his hand and tried desperately to resist the incoming spear.
"You Yellow Turban remnants know how to bully us refugees, and if you have the guts to kill the dog officials in Ci County, we will never become bandits..."
The original Yellow Turban Army still knew how to win over people's hearts, but after the death of their commander Zhang Jiao, they were completely defeated and all of them turned into bandits again.
Even refugees know that joining the Yellow Turban Army means certain death.
The more the remnants of the Yellow Turbans act like this, the more unscrupulous they become, just thinking that if they have wine today, they will get drunk the next day.
The long-faced man is obviously a farmer, and how can he resist the remnants of the Yellow Turbans?
puff…
A bullet was shot into the chest, and a stream of blood spurted out several meters away.
"Artest."
A woman screamed loudly and rushed towards the long-faced man who fell to the ground.
Scenes like this can be seen everywhere, with blood mist everywhere and corpses flying everywhere.
"Woman, grab it back to the mountain..."
The two yellow scarf remnants had ferocious looks on their faces, and a pair of big hands grabbed the arm of the woman just now.
Puff!
Just as the woman was about to fall into the trap, two streaks of light suddenly flew from a distance.
It was the little maid who took action, holding the hard bow in her hand and shooting two long arrows.
Before the two Yellow Turban remnants could react, they suddenly felt a pain in their throats.
A stream of blood spurted out five meters away, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
At this moment, a burly body rushed into the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. The two swords in his hands were flying up and down, and the light was shining everywhere. If it missed the target, it would be death.
It was Dian Wei whose eyes were already on fire when he saw the remnants of the Yellow Turbans slaughtering the refugees. At the signal of the eldest son Liu Qi, he ran into the crowd in a few breaths.
A and other people also took away the life of a remnant of the Yellow Turbans with one strike.
"Boy, take a shot from my Lord Long."
The one-eyed dragon looked at these seven or eight people and instantly killed more than twenty of his men. He held a dark spear in his hand and stabbed the most ferocious Dian Wei in the chest.
"Well done."
Dian Wei used his left hand to chop off the head of a yellow scarf remnant, and his right hand, Tie Jian, went straight to meet him.
The one-eyed dragon was on horseback, and the spear pierced no less than several hundred kilograms, but Dian Wei was not afraid at all.
boom!
A loud noise came from the air, and the one-eyed dragon felt a sharp pain in his wrists, and the iron gun in his hand flew away.
"This yellow-faced guy, Tie Jian, is awesome."
In one round, the one-eyed dragon knew that he was no match. He didn't even bother to pick up the spear, and he slapped the horse on the butt and galloped away.
"Thief, where can I escape?"
Seeing the one-eyed dragon fleeing on horseback, Dian Wei stepped forward fiercely, and after a few arrows, he suddenly threw the iron sword in his left hand.
Everyone saw a streak of light passing through the sky, and in an instant it was behind the one-eyed dragon.
puff!
The entire iron sword shot past the back in an instant, and a figure fell off the horse.
"Awesome, Brother Boyu is really wise and discerning."
The one-eyed dragon fled at least fifty meters away on horseback, but it still couldn't escape the flying boat.
The genius Guo Jia couldn't help but clap his hands and praise him. This was not something he could do just because of his strength.
It also requires eyesight, wrist strength, and body shape to be combined into one technique. I am afraid that only top-notch generals can do this.
Last time he killed the tiger effortlessly, but this time it was Fei Jian who killed the thief. Even Guo Jia had a new understanding of Dian Wei.
What I said just now is not flattery. After all, Liu Qi only met Dian Wei once and didn't know him at all.
Not to mention knowing what Dian Wei was capable of, yet he accepted him as his subordinate without hesitation.
We must know that those who achieve great things must have the ability to discern pearls. At least this Master Mu of Jizhou has done it.
The balance weight in Guo Jia's heart slowly tilted towards Liu Qi. He originally planned to go to Luoyang to see the style of the "Fourth Generation and Three Dukes" Yuan Shao, and the generosity of Cao Cao and Cao Mengde, but now his heart has changed.
Liu Qi naturally didn't know what the genius Guo Jia was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely burst into laughter.
I am a master of the Three Kingdoms, and I am just stepping on the shoulders of those who came before me.
Despite the large number of Yellow Turban remnants, they are actually just a bunch of mobs who bully and bully the refugees. The refugees are okay, but once they actually meet the veterans on the battlefield, they will be scared to death.
In addition, the one-eyed dragon who led the team died, and they dispersed immediately.
However, only a dozen of the hundreds of people escaped. Dian Wei, Jia Yi and the others were too powerful, and they also had little maids who could shoot cold arrows from behind.
"Artai, what will we do, mother and son, if you die..."
The long-faced man who was stabbed by the gun had already taken in a lot of air. The pupils of his eyes were slowly dilating, and there was still a strong sense of unwillingness in them.
A three-year-old girl next to her was holding her father's arm and crying loudly.
This scene can be seen everywhere, and the cries are heartbreaking. Although the remnants of the Yellow Turbans have been killed, all the refugees are not happy because many of their relatives are about to die.
The woman just now gritted her teeth suddenly, took out a dagger from her arms and was about to stab her neck. It was obvious that her heart had died.