What happened at the city gate was quickly learned by Ma Yuanyi. As the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, he became calmer at this moment.
"Go, tell the envoy and leave this matter to them!" Ma Yuanyi sneered inwardly, but he couldn't tell it on the surface.
"Here!" A small leader of the Yellow Turban Army clasped his fists, agreed, and quickly walked out of the camp.
"It's like this. I hope this young man won't disappoint me, otherwise I will kill another life!"
Ma Yuanyi is very entangled. If he completely obeys the order, he will become a complete Yellow Turban Army Commander, and his personal consciousness will slowly disappear.
He made the decision himself, and if he made the slightest mistake, he would be ruthlessly wiped out. Where to go, he could only hope that someone could find a loophole in the Yellow Turban Army and rescue him and other survivors.
Last night, he unexpectedly learned that besides him, there were other survivors in the Yellow Turban Army who were forced to play the part of the Yellow Turban Army.
For this reason, in order to escape, Ma Yuanyi planned to find out who else in the Yellow Turban Army was also a survivor besides him.
"Ma Yuanyi, do you want to leave and get rid of the fate of being controlled?"
Ma Yuanyi was sitting in the military tent when he heard the familiar yet fearful voice ringing in his ears.
"Of course I do, I never want to be used by you again!"
For the first time, Ma Yuanyi dared to shout out his thoughts from the bottom of his heart, but the result...
"ah!"
Ma Yuanyi's head and limbs were fixed to five oxcarts through tough ropes. As the five oxcarts slowly moved forward in different directions, he was frightened and screamed.
"Ma Yuanyi, you are just a tool, don't have any whims. Your character template died from a car crash. If you want to try it, I can help you!"
"Do it!"
Although Ma Yuanyi was very scared in his heart, when he thought of the human survivors who were hunted down by the Yellow Turban Army, the painful feeling made this doctor who still had a conscience feel so miserable that he wished he could die.
"Ha, if you want to die, it's not that easy. You must at least clean up all the humans within a thousand miles around me, and then I will let you get your wish! Haha..."
The ruthless voice disappeared, and Ma Yuanyi, who was almost torn apart by the bullock cart, returned to the military tent. The pain in his body further strengthened his determination to resist.
"No, I am not willing to become a tool for others to kill people. I want to find a way to get rid of him!"
Zhao Feng, who was waiting at the gate of the city, looked at the blood on the ground and the yellow scarf soldiers lying on the ground, and felt a little regretful. His character was sometimes too impulsive.
Teams of Yellow Turban warriors marched in neat steps, advancing step by step, their blades and spear tips glowing with cold light, and the arrows of their bows and arrows pointed directly at Zhao Feng.
"What genius set up this formation? The swordsmen and spearmen are in front, and the archers are behind. How can the archers exert their combat power at such a close distance?"
When an archer shoots at a close target, he must have a wide field of view in front of him without any obstructions, and he must adopt an appropriate elevation angle at a long distance and shoot the enemy in a parabola.
But now, in front of the archers, there is a dense infantry phalanx. The archers are less than thirty meters away from Zhao Feng, unless the infantry phalanx in front changes formation.
Thinking of this, another unexpected situation suddenly gave him an urgent sense of crisis. In desperation, he fell backward.
On Zhao Feng's side, he had just used the iron bridge technique. On the other side, the Yellow Turban Army's infantry phalanx was formed. All the swordsmen and spearmen walking in front squatted down. The first row of soldiers also erected wooden shields half a man's height.
Then the archers at the rear of the infantry square opened their bows and fired arrows in the first row. Then the first row just squatted down and prepared for the second shot. The second row began to shoot arrows. The second row squatted down in preparation.
The platoon then fired arrows, and the cycle continued. There were only thirty archers, and Zhao Feng, who was suppressed for a short period of time, could not lift his head and could only roll around on the ground.
Hearing the whizzing sound of arrows flying past or the clanking sound of falling to the ground, Zhao Feng secretly complained that without his armor, his body could not resist the incoming arrows.
The violent dog king puppy did not appear in time this time. It turned out that the puppy was stopped by five strange men wearing white robes and wearing yellow scarves who appeared from nowhere.
Each of these five men wielded a special whip in their hands. Except for the handle, the entire whip was a light green energy body rather than an entity.
One of the energy-enhanced whips in each of the five people's hands formed a net, tightly binding the Violent Dog King. At the same time, the whips in the other hands of the five of them kept waving the whip to beat the Violent Dog King.
Every time the whip hits the violent dog king, the violent dog king will twitch, stand unsteadily, and stumble. If it were not caught in the net, it would probably fall to the ground.
"Boss Lu, we are going to make a fortune this time. A storm dog is about to become a king-level monster. That's a huge sum of money!"
The masked man at the head, who was called Boss Lu, showed a cold light in his eyes, and he reprimanded: "You are so outrageous, what kind of place is this?"
"Ah! Your Majesty, please calm down and realize your mistake!" The masked man who said something wrong quickly changed his words and admitted his mistake.
"Hmph, next time, I will keep you in this low-level plane forever!" The leading man warned his companions fiercely.
"Your Majesty, I don't dare to do it anymore!"
"snort!"
The five people stopped talking and attacked the violent dog king with all their strength. The violent dog king kept roaring, with a pair of big copper bell-like eyes shooting out angry glances, but he refused to bow his head.
Not far from here, a person is hiding in the dark:
"It's really strange. These guys are not from our plane. Which plane are they from?"
Fogg used a precious invisibility charm to sneak into the vicinity of five strange men. Faced with the violent dog king being attacked, she did not dare to help.
She can't help with her own abilities, and she'll get herself involved.
"Strange, why does this violent dog still refuse to surrender?" another man asked the man who had spoken.
"Perhaps this is because it is only one step away from a king-level monster!" The man in the lead was not sure about the reason.
Fogg overheard their conversation, and then looked at the violent dog king who would rather die than surrender. As he looked at it, a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Could it be that Zhao Feng has been to other planes before, and his battle pet is wearing a mount armor specially designed for violent dogs."
Thinking of this, Feng Feng, who was already planning to run away, quietly took out a bottle of powder from his sleeve and secretly hung it on a crossbow mechanism.
Then Fogg set up the mechanism and quietly left. After walking a certain distance, he stood still.
When the time came for the mechanism to wind up, the mechanism was triggered, and the crossbow arrow flew out with the bottle. Although the accuracy was not very good, the general direction was correct.
The uncorked bottle sprinkled a light red powder. The powder scattered into the air and onto the back of the Violent Dog King, immediately causing an astonishing effect.
On the other side, Ba Zixiong faced the trapped Zhao Feng and frowned secretly: "Should I help or not?"