The Restoration of the Great Qin of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 237 Killing Liu Xiaomin

"Quick, rush out."

The stern roar was like a wave in the ocean, it was too small to even have ripples.

As soon as Liu Xiaomin spoke, he was overwhelmed by the wailing in the battlefield.The [-] army suffered heavy casualties for a while, and it was completely defeated.

The boulder vented its power, and the Qin crossbow broke its heart.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomin's [-] army is a group of ordinary people.A group of people who were threatened with their lives and panicked.

"Om."

Pulling a gun flower out of thin air, Wei Liang's eyes were scarlet, he raised his arms and shouted, saying.

"rush."

Pointing forward with the long spear, piercing murderous intent filled the world.The entire battlefield was full of chills.

A thousand soldiers of the Wei Dynasty raised their heads to the sky and shouted loudly, saying: "Kill."

The sound of shouting and killing shook the world.Just like the cry of a fighter, never die, never stop, even though the body dies, the mind never dies.

"kill."

Wei Wuzu's shout resounded throughout the battlefield.Suddenly overwhelmed Huang Jin's painful wailing, Zhao Yi heard it.

"bass."

He drew out his iron sword, pointed forward, shouted loudly, and said: "Rush and kill, kill all the rioters."

"kill."

A kill word instantly mobilized the morale of Wei soldiers, Zhao Yi's eyes were scarlet and glowed with blood.Under his leadership, a thousand Wei soldiers rushed out of the forest like wolves and tigers.

"Thorn."

The gun is like lightning, incredibly fast.As soon as Wei Liang rushed down, he pierced through a small yellow scarf in one face-to-face.

"kill."

Pulling out the spear, he shouted loudly.Wei Liang watched all directions with his eyes and listened to all directions. He was like a meat grinder on the battlefield, killing and killing among the Yellow Turban Army.

"puff."

Once again, a shot pierced the throat of a yellow scarf, Wei Liang felt wind in the back of his head, his tiger's eyes flashed, the spear was pulled out at once, and the barrel of the gun was bent into an astonishing arc.

"when."

Spears and swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

"die."

The eyes of the two were scarlet, and they shouted at the same time, saying.The spear in his hand was loosened, the iron sword retreated, and the two of them fought together in an instant.

"When, when, when."

……

"Go to hell!"

When the tiger roared, Wei Liang's eyes were cold, as if they were about to freeze into ice.

After making a vain move with the long spear forward, he lifted the barrel of the gun violently, and with the momentum of thunder, it pierced the enemy general's abdomen all at once.

"Thorn."

The gun is as powerful as a dragon, piercing the enemy general at once.

"thump."

Wei Liang was furious, he exerted all his strength and the long spear in his hand, and instantly threw the enemy general into the air.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick."

……

On the spear, blood dripped.The ticking sound resounded on the battlefield, and around Wei Liang, yellow scarf corpses were lined up row after row.

At this moment, blood dripped from the tip of the gun, and Wei Liang was like a god of death.

Under the sun, the gun's edge glowed with a cold light.At the direction of Wei Liang's spear, all the yellow scarves retreated unconsciously.There was blood all over his armor.

The strong bloody smell rushed towards him, overlapping with the sharp murderous aura, making it even more intense.

In Wei Liang's eyes, the murderous intent soared, shooting out like two beams of blood-colored divine light.He directed his long spear, shouted loudly, and said: "If you have the ability, come!"

……

"Ghost!"

……

There was a cry of surprise, with a crying voice.

"Clap."

Throwing the weapon in his hand, he turned around and ran away.

"Escape!"

……

The Yellow Turban Army was originally a group of common people.For the appeal of the heart, the mob gathered at once.They are not the army, but a group of qualified rioters.

In the face of iron and blood killing, this kind of cold blood that can destroy people's three views, the Yellow Turban Army can't stand it at all.Just like this moment, almost everyone was in a mess.

Erlonggou, which is ten meters wide, is covered with yellow scarves all over the mountains and plains. More than 3 people are running around like headless chickens.

"kill."

At the same time, Zhao Yi led his army to kill.The sudden reinforcements smashed head-on.This kind of head-to-head confrontation, the Yellow Turban Army is basically one-sided.

Zhao Yi's sudden attack caused even greater damage.The Yellow Turban, which was still resisting, suddenly became a complete mess, like a headless chicken spinning around.

The flames of war raged, filling the entire Erlonggou.In the mountains on both sides, the creatures of nature trembled with fear.A hundred birds flew wildly, flapping their wings.

"bass."

Pulling out the iron sword, Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes, and said, "Front, back, left, and right are covered by Qin crossbows."

"promise."

In the mountain depression, Zhu Yu's expression was cold, fierce murderous intent swept across, and he shouted, "Remaining personnel, release the crossbow."

"promise."

His expression changed, and he looked up to the sky and howled: "Help the crossbow to the oppressor, unsheath the weapon, and be ready to fight at any time."

"promise."

……

Zhu Yu's expression was solemn, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield, catching the best fighter, and he didn't move.

He knew in his heart that in this chaotic battlefield, he had only one chance to behead the enemy general.

Opportunity is no longer, lost will never come again, once missed, it will never appear again.

"call."

Letting out a breath of sulking, Zhu Yu raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists, shouted angrily, and said.

"Shoot."

"kill."

The sergeants of the four villages looked up to the sky and howled, hooked their index fingers, and with a little force, they hooked the mechanism.

"call out."

"call out."

"call out."

……

The arrows are like dark clouds, covering the sky and the earth.Zhu Yu's eyes lit up, he shouted, and said, "Behead Liu Xiaomin."

Jianfeng pointed forward, shouted sharply, and said, "Come on!"

The five hundred Wei soldiers were like an arrow, passing through the chaotic army, and the cold murderous aura surged for nine days, making it extremely cold.

"Behead Liu Xiaomin."

"Behead Liu Xiaomin."

"Behead Liu Xiaomin."

……

The huge roar formed terrifying sound waves, shaking the surroundings.Under the leadership of Zhu Yu, five hundred Wei soldiers attacked the target directly.

Astonishing murderous aura, like ocean waves.

Hearing his voice, Liu Xiaomin was heartbroken.He was so frightened that he ran around, shouting to the left and right, and said.

"Come on, stop them!"

"Quick!"

……

"puff."

Seeing that Wei Wuzu was getting closer and closer, the yellow scarves around him just scattered and ran for their lives.Liu Xiaomin was evil to the gallbladder, and stabbed a soldier to death with a sword.

He cut off the head and held it in his hand, shouted angrily, "Those who retreat, and so on."

Pointing forward with his sword, he greeted the approaching Wei Wuzu, shouted loudly, and said: "Kill me!"

The iron sword was trembling, and Liu Xiaomin was frightened at this moment.Even if it was only five hundred Wei soldiers, there was a sense of irresistibility in him.

"kill."

Liu Xiaomin's forced move still had some effect.The yellow scarf beside him stopped retreating, and tremblingly raised his weapon to meet the highly morale Wei soldier.

"puff."

Killing a yellow scarf soldier with one sword, Zhu Yu slashed left and right with the iron sword, while shouting, saying.

"kill!"

……

"kill."

At this moment, the five hundred Wei soldiers are like Satan's dead servant.A gun will kill, and after a while, he broke through the Yellow Turban's block and faced Liu Xiaomin directly.

"I, I... I surrender!"

"Clap."

Wei Wuzu's shocking power frightened Liu Xiaomin.His mind was taken away, and he actually threw away the weapon in his hand, completely turning himself into a bloody lamb for Zhu Yu to slaughter.

"unnecessary!"

With a murmur, Zhu Yu drew a thrilling arc with the iron sword in his hand.

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(End of this chapter)