A small fire dispelled the darkness, and the warm light shone on the tired faces around it.

Suddenly there was some noise in the grass nearby.

"Who?" One hand pressed on the scabbard.

"General, it's me!" A soldier came over from behind the bushes.

Everyone relaxed, and one of the middle-aged men stood up and asked, "How is it? Did you find it?"

The soldier's face was filled with joy: "General, it's amazing that the group of yellow scarf thieves did escape in this direction. Now they are resting in the forest about 10 miles away from here."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "I wasn't sure about the direction of their escape at first, but it was the fire in the early hours of yesterday that made me confirm the direction. Huh, as soon as they escape to the village, they will kill people and set fire. A thief is a thief.

, His nature is hard to change, and he is extremely stupid! If you do evil by God, you can still forgive it, but if you do it by yourself, you will not live! Pass the order and wake up the soldiers. You must not let go of a yellow turban thief tonight! Also, the thieves may have robbed some yesterday.

Common people, when making a sneak attack, be sure to first find the place where the common people are being held and protect their safety."

"Got the order!"

The crowd dispersed and disappeared into the darkness.

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"call out!"

Rows of rockets were fired into the camp, igniting raging fires. The Yellow Turban thieves woke up from their sleep and looked for weapons and armor in a panic.

"Kill!"

Loud shouts of killing rang out from both sides. It was unclear how many men and horses there were and from which direction the killing came.

The Yellow Turban thieves panicked, and their first thought was not to form a formation to resist the enemy, but to flee back to a place where the officers and soldiers could not catch up.

Precisely because the Yellow Turban thieves were frightened away, the officers and soldiers rushed to the front of the camp without encountering much resistance.

"Don't panic, pick up your weapons and follow me to kill, otherwise no one can escape! Scatter and run away, the officers and soldiers will not let anyone go!" Scarface shouted, and quickly gathered a group of people to come forward, stabilizing

The military spirit was restored.

Scarface led them to escape here, and after all he still had some prestige. When many thieves saw him, they felt convinced, stopped running away, and then turned around and killed him.

The fighting in front of the camp immediately became stalemate, and the officers and soldiers were unable to break in for a while.

However, the previous wave of rockets was not only to cause chaos to the Yellow Turban Army, but also lit up the camp. The archers of the army hid in the dark and fired cold arrows. The balance of the battlefield still tipped in favor of the army.

"You, go and bring those dishonest people over, and see if those dog officers still dare to shoot arrows!"

The scar-faced man gave the yellow-faced thief orders with a cruel smile. The yellow-faced thief next to him with a rat-headed head lit up his eyes and quickly ran back in response.

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A corner of the Yellow Turbans' camp.

Here you can see blazing fires everywhere in front, and the two yellow scarf thieves guarding everyone are also getting restless.

The villagers had long been awakened by the sound of fighting, as if they had returned to the nightmare last night, but this time they were looking forward to it, looking forward to the fire burning more fiercely!

That is the only light in this deep darkness!

Everyone was looking forward to it, hoping that they might be rescued by the army.

It's a pity that the person who came is not the one I imagined.

"Everyone, get up! Follow me!" The yellow-faced thief's smile was ferocious and cruel in the firelight.

What to do? No one asked, everyone had the answer in their mind.

That is despair after hope.

The villagers stood up lifelessly and began to walk slowly.

Are you still counting on the officers and soldiers to rescue you? You'd better pray that the officers and soldiers won't dare to fire arrows later! The yellow-faced thief sneered, turned around and led the way.

Suddenly, two black figures rushed to both sides of the yellow-faced thief and instantly restrained him. One of them grabbed the knife.

"kill"

He couldn't tell whether it was to be emboldened or to vent his anger, but he stabbed the knife into the yellow-faced thief's back with all his strength.

Seeing the tip of the knife coming out of his chest, the yellow-faced thief shook a few times in shock and died.

The two brothers who took action were Zheng Hu and Zheng Bao. It turned out that they had quietly broken the rope a long time ago, but because the two thieves guarding them had knives in their hands, they were worried about the villagers and did not dare to act rashly.

However, seeing that the yellow-faced thief is taking everyone to the front as hostages, where is the chance if they go to the front?

Seeing that the yellow-faced thief was not alert at all and just turned around to lead the way, Zheng Hu and Zheng Bao looked at each other and understood that this was their last chance. They instantly restrained the yellow-faced thief and took the knife.

The angry Zheng Hu killed the yellow-faced thief with one blow, and then stepped forward to block the two guards who had just reacted. Zheng Bao hurriedly began to untie everyone.

The two guards were frightened and angry. While fighting with Zheng Hu, they shouted. Many yellow scarf thieves heard the noise and saw several more people running towards this direction.

Although Zheng Hu was a good hunter, he had never learned any martial arts after all. One against two was fine, but there was no way he could withstand a group of thieves, so he had to protect everyone and fight while retreating.

As more and more people were loosened, the villagers helped each other and soon they were all free.

Although there are more than thirty villagers, they are all an unarmed mob. How can they fight against the Yellow Turban thieves? Chen Sheng hurriedly discussed with a few old people and then directed the crowd.

"Run! Get up and run into the forest. It's so dark in the forest at night that the thief can't be found!"

The forest is full of insects and snakes at night, and there may not be any wolves, tigers or leopards left. Although the risk is not small, everyone understands that it is undoubtedly better than staying here and waiting to die.

"Spread out and run, spread out and run! This way the thieves will be hard to chase."

After hearing this, everyone immediately dispersed and went into the forest.

"Village chief, what are you doing?" This was Zheng Hu's voice.

What are you doing? No one can escape if no one is behind. Chen Sheng smiled.

"Zheng Hu, let's go!"

Ji Shu turned around and discovered that Chen Sheng and several other old people not only did not go into the forest, but rushed in the opposite direction. They pushed Zheng Hu back, and several of them hugged the two who were fighting with Zheng Hu.

Yellow Turban Thief.

"Village chief?" "Old man?" "Grandpa?"

Seeing many people stopped, Chen Sheng hugged the thief tightly and shouted: "Run!"

"do not stop!"

We old guys can't run away anyway.

Chen Sheng wanted to smile to them, but the thief's elbow hit him hard on his back. It was painful and he couldn't laugh. He held in his breath and continued shouting with all his strength.

"Keep running!"

Anyway, we have lived enough.

The thief's knife stabbed into his chest. Chen Sheng didn't know if the breath he was holding was leaking. He suddenly felt that he had no strength, so he had to hold on to the thief in front of him.

"Stay alive!"

He didn't know if the villagers could hear his last words. He just felt his eyes go dark.

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The moonlight is bright, the cicadas are chirping in the woods, and the sky is sweet. It is the nocturne of the forest. Before humans dominate the night, the night is a dance that only belongs to them.

At this time, a figure broke the tranquility and ran wildly in the forest.

Even if his clothes were caught by branches and torn into pieces, he didn't care and kept running.

Even when his hand was scratched by a thorn, a long gash was cut, and bright red blood oozed out.

Even if he tripped over the vines, his legs and feet would be unsteady.

You still have to get up, run, and keep running.

In the darkness, it seemed as if there was a hand behind him, dragging him into hell as long as he stayed for a moment.

It was a darkness that even the moonlight could not illuminate.

Run! Keep running! Stay alive!

When the figure finally walked through the woods and came to the official road, he was confused by the sudden change of scenery. The long official road was winding and winding, leading to an unknown distance.

The young man stopped. He knelt down by the roadside, sobbing, choking, and crying bitterly.

"What! What are these? Ugh~~"
Chapter completed!