Sun Zhong didn't even look at the man next to him. He just wanted to rush back to the village, take the money and run away.
Lin Niu was speechless after hearing Sun Zhong's words. He didn't know why he had a bad feeling in his heart. Things might not go as his elder brother thought, but no matter what, he would protect Sun Zhong and escape even if he risked his life.
While Sun Zhong and his gang were fleeing at high speed, Wen Chou was already killing them on the road they must pass, with corpses lying on the ground in front of them.
Wen Chou stood up with his spear drawn, and when he saw Sun Zhong and a group of people rushing towards him, he immediately let out a tiger's roar.
"The yellow turban traitor, why don't you hurry up and capture him~"
Looking at Wen Chou in front of him and the corpses on the ground, Sun Zhong felt bad in his heart.
"General, can you get out of the way and let us go back? Sun will definitely be rewarded generously."
Wen Chou's face was full of disdain. He came here just to block the Yellow Turban's retreat. There was no reason to give way.
Wen Chou's attitude was the best answer. Feeling Wen Chou's eyes, Sun Zhong also knew that since the matter had come to this, the only option was to kill~
"Brothers, if you escape, you will have vast seas and sky, glory and wealth, kill him~"
Sun Zhong pulled out the Huanshou Sword and issued orders to his men while roaring.
"Kill~"
There are not many good Yellow Turbans who can be good. After receiving Sun Zhong's order, a dozen Yellow Turbans rushed towards Wen Chou with a ferocious smile.
"Kill~"
The war horse under Wen Chou roared and carried him directly towards him.
The iron gun was swung like the wind, directly killing the three people in the front, and stabbed the two people behind in a row with another straight thrust, and then swung it hard, and the two corpses were like cannonballs and smashed the three people behind.
Can't survive.
Seeing how powerful Wen Chou was, the remaining two people ran away without hesitation.
"Collapse~"
There was a sound from the bowstring, and two cloud-piercing arrows flew out, nailing the two fleeing Yellow Turbans to the ground.
Killing ten Yellow Turbans instantly, Wen Chou hung his bow back on his horse as if nothing happened, and then looked at the Yellow Turbans in front of him with disdain, as if he was not alone now, but was surrounded by thousands of troops.
"Brother, I leave it to you~"
Lin Niu wiped away his tears and rushed towards Wen Chou with a broad-bladed sword in hand.
"Aniu~No~"
It was too late for Sun Zhong to stop him.
Lin Niu was also ranked high among Sun Zhong's group. Although his head was a little dull, he was born with a powerful spirit. The broad-edged sword weighing several dozen kilograms was like a fan of knives, slashing at the war horse under Wen Chou's crotch.
He understood that no matter what, a man could not outrun a war horse, so the first thing he had to do was to kill the horse.
"Hmph~"
A sharp look flashed in Wen Chou's eyes, and he wanted to move the horse under his crotch and seek death.
The iron gun was like a black dragon, piercing Lin Niu's blade directly and piercing Lin Niu's chest. A handful of blood instantly dyed his apricot clothes red.
Lin Niu threw away the big knife in his hand, grabbed Wen Chou's gun barrel with both arms, then tried hard to turn his head to the side, and shouted at Sun Zhong.
"Brother, let's go quickly~"
Sun Zhong also yelled, and then with tears in his eyes, he rushed to the side with his men.
"Damn Changshan County, I will definitely ask you to repay me a hundred times a thousand times for my brother's death."
"Want to run? Where to go~"
Wen Chou drew his gun but was grabbed. He simply used one arm to lift Lin Niu up, and then violently threw him towards Sun Zhong.
"Brother, thief, I will kill you today. Whoever kills this thief, I will give him a thousand taels of gold."
There was blood in Sun Zhong's words. Looking at Lin Niu who had fallen to pieces, he could only feel the energy and blood rushing to the top of his head, and a killing intent filled his chest.
"A thousand taels of gold?"
Everyone was in a fit of enthusiasm.
The Yellow Turbans all live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife. Which one is not doing it for the hot food, and which one is not doing it for the gold and silver jewelry.
A dozen yellow scarves, holding shields in one hand and swords in the other, formed a half-moon shape and surrounded Wen Chou.
Seeing this posture, Wen Chou was not afraid but instead licked his lips, his face full of excitement.
He is a talented and courageous man, and is never afraid of a tough fight, as long as his opponent doesn't resist.
The iron spear trembled slightly, the war horse neighed, Wen Chou shouted loudly, and the murderous aura in his chest shot through the world.
The Yellow Turban Army's eyes froze, and they felt that the person in front of them was not a person, but a demon god from ancient times. They were just ants at the demon god's feet.
"Kill~"
The horses were like dragons, the spears were like lightning, a cold light flashed, and the five yellow turban men with their sabers and shields torn flew backwards like sacks.
Wen Chou rushed through the Half-Moon Formation without stopping, and rushed toward Sun Zhong like a flying arrow from a string.
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.
When Sun Zhong saw Wen Chou charging towards him, his heart trembled violently, and a sense of cowardice came to his mind. However, he could not run away and could only resist. As long as he could withstand this blow, no matter how powerful this black-faced general was,
, and will die under the sword of his brothers.
"Kill~"
With a loud roar, Sun Zhong threw away his sword, held a large shield in both hands and rushed towards Wen Chou, while behind him were dozens of yellow scarf bandits.
"Hahahaha~ You came just in time."
Wen Chou laughed wildly, the horse accelerated again, and the spear in his hand struck with great force.
With a click, Sun Zhong felt a huge force coming towards him, and the shield in his hand had disappeared. Then he saw the head of a spear sweep across his head like a meteor from the sky.
One blow, Sun Zhong suddenly.
"The thief chief is dead, why don't you surrender quickly?"
Sun Zhong was dead, and Wen Chou didn't want to kill too many people. After all, there were dozens of people in front of him, and he couldn't kill them all.
"Run~"
After Sun Zhong died, the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers suddenly lost their backbone. Suddenly three Yellow Turban soldiers shouted and ran away.
"Collapse~"
With one string and three arrows, three wolf-fang arrows with a sharp whistling sound nailed the three yellow turban soldiers to the ground.
"Those who surrender will live, those who don't surrender will be killed without mercy."
Wen Chou has a murderous intent, like an ancient demon king.
"I surrender~"
"I surrender too"
"I surrender~"
As the first man surrendered, the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers all knelt down and surrendered to Wen Chou.
"grown ups,"
"Sir, are you okay~"
Lin Hui and Duan Zhi finally arrived here with their county soldiers.
"I'm fine. I'll leave this to you. I'm going to see my elder brother."
After Wen Chou finished speaking, he left the Yellow Turban soldiers to Lin Hui and rushed towards Zhending City himself.
"Brother."
Not far away, Wen Chou saw the heroic Yan Liang and ran towards him without saying a word.
"ugly brother"
Upon hearing the shouting, Yan Liang recognized Wen Chou at a glance, and he also patted his horse and ran away.
"Brother, are you okay?"
When the two horses met, Wen Chou couldn't help but burst into tears as he looked at Yan Liang, whose armor was broken and his body was covered in blood.
Riding alone into the camp to ask for help was not so much like breaking into the camp as it was like breaking into the underworld. No one could survive. He was really happy to see Yan Liang return safely.
"It's okay for you, ugly brother, come with me to see the lord."
