The only middle-aged man in the car was beating the ox cart with the whip in his hand as if he was dying.
The mother and daughter in the car were shivering.
The girl in the middle-aged woman's arms looked like she was eighteen or nineteen years old, and the exposed skin was like a brilliance on the side of jade.
"Young people, catch up, the men will be killed, the cows will be killed, everyone will eat meat and drink soup, and the women and brothers in the car will enjoy it together!"
The leading Yellow Turban thief shouted loudly, waving a fork in his hand.
Hearing the shouts of the thief's head, the yellow scarves thieves who were chasing after the ox cart became even harder.
The mother and daughter on the ox cart turned even paler.
There were two or three hundred Yellow Turban thieves chasing after them.
If they were caught up, they would definitely be tortured to death.
The man driving the car had a desperate expression on his face.
"Jing'er, her mother, come and drive the car!"
The middle-aged man said to the middle-aged woman behind him.
The woman was surprised.
"What are you doing at home?"
The man glanced at the yellow scarf thief behind him, then picked up the hidden hatchet from under the seat.
"The ox cart runs slowly, and the three people in the cart run even slower. I'll go down and fight with them. You run with Jing'er!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said decisively.
"No, boss, let's run together!"
The middle-aged woman did not answer.
"Confused!"
The middle-aged man scolded: "The fortune teller said, he said that Jing'er in our family will be rich and noble in the future and can enter the house of heaven, run with Jing'er, and run far away!"
After speaking, the middle-aged man involuntarily handed the whip in his hand to the still: the dazed middle-aged woman jumped out of the ox cart after the trouble.
Three people must be heavier in the car, and two women must be lighter.
So when the man jumped off, the speed of the ox cart was two points faster.
"Home!"
The woman in the ox cart roars all her life.
"father!"
That girl who always clings to the middle-aged woman's arms also cried out in pain. She stretched out a pair of jade hands and seemed to want to reach out and hold her father.
The middle-aged man who jumped out of the ox cart turned his head and left his family with one last smile.
When he turned to face the Yellow Turbans chasing after him, he gritted his teeth and held the hatchet in his hand.
"It's all poor people, why do you suffer... For the sake of the poor people, why don't you go besiege the government if you have the ability!"
The middle-aged man roared unwillingly.
Why is it said that the chaos of the Yellow Turbans is endless because the chaos of the Yellow Turbans is not an uprising, but... a disaster like a plague of locusts.
These people gathered together and could not attack the city, so they could only plunder the surrounding villages and plunder the toilers like them.
In this way, no one cultivates the land, and these... The Yellow Turbans only know how to destroy, not to build.
After letting out an unwilling roar, the middle-aged man was drowned in the crowd.
These...how could the Yellow Turban Army, whose eyes are full of desire and destruction, listen to what he shouted.
What they need is the ox in front of them who can slaughter their hunger, and the woman in the ox cart who can release their desires.
But the man's death still bought a little time for his wife and daughter to escape.
The woman in the carriage was shedding tears and whipped the ox cart with a whip.
The girl was crying with red eyes.
But those... The Yellow Turbans still didn't give up, they kept following behind the ox cart, and they would never give up if they didn't seem to achieve their goals.
Just in front of the bullock cart.
One with a rucksack behind him and a silver gun in his hand was on his way.
When the young man saw the fleeing bullock cart and the people chasing behind... the people with yellow turbans on their heads, they immediately understood what was going on.
Then the young man took off his rucksack and blocked the road with the silver gun in his hand.
"A group of thieves with yellow scarves is so shameless, I am Changshan Zhao Zilong, if you dare to move forward, be careful with the gun in my hand!"
Zhao Yun, who was in the middle of the road, blocked it with a gun.
Ever since I came down from the mountain, I encountered countless yellow turban thieves along the way.
But everything he saw was always burning, killing and looting the Yellow Turbans.
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