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Chapter 500 As long as no one sees it, it is a perfect infiltration
Yanzhou, Taishan County, Dongshan.

At this time, Dongshan has been completely occupied by the Yellow Turban Army, and the villages that have been ravaged are covered with corpses and blood flows like rivers.

The crow croaked at the top of its throat, and combined with the bloody air, it made this place look desolate and absurd.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the scarlet eyes were staring at the acid and falling from the sky. It seemed that the smell of blood stimulated the monster. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the monster lowered its head and opened its mouth wide.

However, before the monster tasted the rotting flesh and blood, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky and hit its head directly.

With a bang, the monster had no power to resist, its head exploded under the thunder, and its body was also turned into flying ash under the baptism of the sky thunder.

After the demon completely dissipated, another sour dog fell down, but unlike the previous one, this new sour dog didn't look sideways, as if the corpses piled up on the ground didn't attract it.

In the next second, a figure stood up from the acid body. The figure sighed deeply as he looked at the corpses all over the floor, and kicked the acid body under his feet.

"See? It's best not to eat people, even corpses. If I find out, that sour dog will be your fate."

"Hiss~wow~hiss~"

Xia Yu yelled twice with sourness and grievance at his feet, expressing that he is a reformed monster who only eats wild animals and other monsters, and does not eat people.

Xia Yu hummed twice as a response. Looking at the corpses all over the floor, he sighed slightly, then stood on Suanyu and recited the Taoist scriptures for salvation.

Even for those who died with hatred, through the correct method of mourning, the emotions in life can be liberated and they can rest in peace.

If the resentment of these dead people is not dealt with properly, the evil will continue to gather, and then breed more demons.

After the recitation, Xia Yu felt the dissipated evil spirit here, and cast a thaumaturgy flying flame spell to help these dead people be cremated on the spot.

If the corpses were left in place, in addition to attracting mosquitoes and flies to cause the plague, they would also easily attract some bloodthirsty monsters, such as ghosts, corpses, and so on.

This is common sense in this world. After all, demons are not uncommon in war-torn times.

After disposing of the corpses in the village, Xia Yu ordered Suan Yu to deal with the nearby ghosts and monsters, while he lurked towards the camp of the Yellow Turban Army alone.

However, in the camp, there are yellow turban soldiers patrolling everywhere, because the yellow turban soldiers wear yellow armor and yellow scarves on their heads, so they have distinctive features, and they are not afraid of people mixing in.

Xia Yu is fearless, the water thaumaturgy, phantom body concealing fog technique, can be invisible for a period of time, and is not afraid of being discovered by the enemy.

After using the spell to eliminate his figure, Xia Yu moved forward quietly. Neither the surrounding Yellow Turban Army nor the demonized Yaodan soldiers noticed that outsiders had invaded the camp.

An hour later, Xia Yu paused, and a soldier in white armor appeared in his eyes.

It can be seen from the clothes that the soldiers are not Yellow Turbans, but precisely because they are not Yellow Turbans, the soldiers are on the verge of death.

The white-armored soldier didn't know that someone had found him, blood was bubbling from his mouth, his eyes were a little distracted, but the slight heaving of his chest indicated that the other party was still alive.

But if he doesn't get treatment, the other party will die from blood loss in a few hours at most.

Xia Yu secretly said trouble, it would be fine if he didn't meet him, then even if the soldier died, he wouldn't be blamed, but at this moment he saw everything, so he couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

"Tsk."

With a soft click, Xia Yu looked around and found that no one had noticed him, so he dispelled the phantom body concealing fog technique on his body, and quietly stepped forward to help the soldier up.

Sensing someone helping him up, the white-armored soldier didn't know whether it was a flashback or something, and moaned softly: "But the friendly army? Well, I didn't expect that there were still people who hadn't escaped yet..."

"Shut up, don't talk."

Xia Yu shouted coldly and helped the soldiers to walk towards the nearest house. Because the Yellow Turban Army was raging, all the villagers here fled, so there were empty houses everywhere.

Hiding in an empty room is also convenient to hide, so as not to be discovered by the patrolling Yellow Turban Army.

Xia Yu's warning didn't make the white-armored soldiers shut up, and the soldiers still moaned: "Leave me alone, please run away, this place has already fallen, and we have been abandoned. I wanted to retaliate against the Yellow Turban Army, but it seems hopeless It's..."

After finishing speaking, the white armored soldier tilted his head and passed out directly.

"I really want me to leave you alone, you should just die with your head tilted."

Xia Yu said casually, but the soldier fainted, so he couldn't hear him.

After a while, the white-armored soldier woke up groggy and blinked his confused eyes. After about half a minute, the confusion gradually dissipated.

"I... I'm not dead?"

"Yeah, not only didn't die, but also lived well."

A somewhat lazy voice came from the side. Sensing someone beside him, the white-armored soldier sat up suddenly, trying to grab the blade at his waist.

But when he touched his body, he found that there were no weapons around him except the handle of the knife he was born with.

But immediately afterwards, the body of the white-armored soldier relaxed, because the hazy memory revived, and he remembered the memory before fainting.

As expected, the other party should have saved him. He obviously thought he was going to die at the time, but he survived in the end.

Thinking of this, the white-armored soldier opened his clothes, but was surprised to find that the knife wound on his body had healed. If the shallow knife marks were not still there, he would have thought he was not injured.

Realizing that he must have met an expert, the white-armored soldier hurriedly got out of bed and knelt down towards Xia Yu.

"Thank you benefactor for saving your life. I am a soldier under General Gongsun Zan. May I ask your benefactor's name? I will definitely repay you for saving my life in the future."

"It's just a small matter, don't worry about it." Xia Yu waved his hand.

It's just a wood therapy technique, and it's really a trivial matter for him.

But seeing what Xia Yu said, the white-armored soldier thought that the other party did not appreciate his promise, and hurriedly pleaded: "I beg your benefactor to tell you the name. Although I am not talented, I know how to repay my kindness. I hope my benefactor will not let me be ungrateful." little man."

"Okay, okay, my name is Xia Yu, and my name is Zichuan. I should be regarded as a volunteer soldier at present. That's it. I still need to find someone. You can rest here and find a chance to escape."

After all, Xia Yu left the room regardless of what the white armor soldier said.

"Mr. Zichuan..."

The white-armored soldier looked at Xia Yu's back in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly kowtowed three times in the direction where Xia Yu was leaving. When he raised his head, Xia Yu had disappeared.

On the other side, after Xia Yu rescued a soldier on the battlefield, he walked towards the camp of the Yellow Turban Army again.

This time it went smoothly, except for the normal Yellow Turban Army and the abnormal Yellow Turban Army, there were no unexpected situations.

Soon, he came to a military camp where the Yellow Turban Army seemed to have built a stronghold for the Yellow Turban Army in a cave on a cliff.

There were occasional roars in the cave. Xia Yu had heard this kind of sound before. It was the roar of the Yaodan general.

The general of the demon pill is a general who turns into a demon, and is transformed from a mortal who has taken an excessive amount of elixir or been swallowed by a powerful evil spirit.

Although he has lost his memory and rationality as a human being and has become brutal, he can use powerful weapons based on the experience he gained as a general.

"It seems that we have to change to a different way of sneaking in."

While Xia Yu murmured, he took out the Huanshou knife from his waist. As long as he killed all the enemies without anyone seeing him, that would be a perfect sneak attack.

　... When I was writing, I checked the information, but I didn't find out how to call the protagonist according to the situation of the white-armored soldier.It stands to reason that a white-armored soldier can call the protagonist Master Zichuan, but in the Han Dynasty, "adult" means parents or elders, and calling someone "adult" is to recognize his father, so this will not work.But it is impolite to call people by their first and last names. After thinking about it, it is better to use the universal title of Mr.

　　In addition, I found another piece of cold knowledge. The title of the protagonist turned out to be Liu Bei's exclusive title. This is Liu Bei's title during the period from when he set Shu to Wang Hanzhong, so it is obviously unreasonable for Zhuge Liang to call the protagonist the protagonist, but the protagonist travels through It's not official history, and the title of the big boss in Romance of the Three Kingdoms is the lord, so this little problem is not a problem.

　　
　
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