In the dark alley, it was almost midnight.

An ordinary family still has bright lights.

Several people with dishes sat around a short long table, including men and women, old and young.

In this family, the young child sucked his small fingers and looked eagerly at a bowl of black mustard porridge on the table. The sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible.

The young and pretty wife carefully broke a piece of salt that smelled fishy, ​​and almost added it to the wild vegetable soup with few green vegetables in the pot.

The only pillar in the family, the dark young man who had been slashed by the wind and frost of time, was so hard that he could not see clearly that his real age. He carefully held a clean iron spoon and scooped several wild vegetables in the pot with soup to the two elders sitting in the main seat.

The two experienced old men sighed, sighing that while the world was difficult, they felt a little relieved and peaceful. At least, they also had a filial son. They formed a harmonious family with their son, daughter-in-law and grandson.

...

Yang Feng looked at the quiet and peaceful lights of thousands of families in the night. Most of the people had turned off their lights to sleep. Occasionally, dozens of families were still scattered and the lights were still on.

His expression was indescribable and heaviness. When he thought of Lu Bu's secret order to him, his heart couldn't help but fall into a tangled and unspeakable pain.

However, he knew very well that he didn't have that long time to worry about it. Every minute and every second, to him, Lu Bu, and all the soldiers of the court, were important to human life.

Take down Julu City and offer it to the Lord, the Lord will be very happy? All under the world is the king's land, the shores of the earth, and the king's ministers! Since that's the case...

A trace of hideousness appeared in Yang Feng's eyes.

The lights not far away were still shaking the faint light, and the closed doors must have been a harmonious and harmonious scene.

"All the soldiers obey the orders. The houses in the front streets will be killed no matter how old or young they are!"

Yang Feng's cold words were like a thousand-long cold winds drifting through the hearts of the six thousand soldiers behind him, which immediately made everyone's hearts tremble.

Yang Feng held a sharp short blade in his hand and set an example, like a wild buffalo, smashing open the door of a family and jumping in.

Behind him, a prisoner army composed of six thousand prisoners of the imperial court followed closely behind, splitting into torrents and rushing towards hundreds of families in several streets.

Inside the house, the atmosphere in the air suddenly stagnated!

The clever child listened curiously to the loud noise, showing a pure and harmless innocent smile on his face.

The older two elders were so scared that their old and ancient bodies curled up in a ball, hugging each other to keep warm.

The dark young man stared at the uninvited guest in front of him with anger, blocking his young and pretty wife behind him.

"Who are you? Why did the Yellow Turban Heavenly Army break into the door?" the young man asked sternly.

"I am here to kill the city's internal rioters by the orders of Zhang Jiao, a great wise and good teacher!" Yang Feng snorted coldly, then stopped talking nonsense, held a short blade in his hand, and killed the five members of the family with great viciousness.

The dark young man wanted to jump to stop him, but he was not Yang Feng's opponent. With a few chops, the young man was almost cut off his legs and feet, wailing, fearful, angry, and desperately watching Yang Feng pass him:

He cut off the head of his pretty and charming wife and cut his old parents in half. What was particularly excessive was that later, he threw away his weapons and strangled his young son who was only over four years old to death before him.

Ah!!! The desperate and shrill roar echoed in the vast sky.

This tragic scene not only happened in this place, but was staged at the same time on several nearby streets. Blood, blood everywhere, whether old or young, male or female, flowed into a river and merged into a sea.

"Let me listen to all the people who are still alive. Because the imperial army is approaching, the Yellow Turban Heavenly Army is about to be defeated! The great wise and good teachers can't bear to live alone and helplessly in this tragic world, so they give you death and let you and the Yellow Turban Heavenly Army go to heaven together!!!"

The echo of going to heaven together echoed, along the sound of the wind and the night, like a knife, passing through the hearts of the people who were deliberately surviving, pointing out the direction for them, causing their madness, their hatred, and their despair to Zhang Jiao...

"Zhang Jiao..."

"Zhang Jiao..."

"Zhang Jiao..."

Just like the sound of curses from hell, it sounded in all directions, making everyone who heard it cold...

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Lu Bu was covered in blood, and the more than 3,000 soldiers who had finally broken free from the Yellow Turban soldiers were still running wildly. Behind the more than 3,000 soldiers, at least 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were biting them tightly and chasing them.

But Lu Bu's thoughts were not with the pursuers behind him, but his thoughts were at the other side of the distance.

Did Yang Fenghui implement that cruel decision? Lu Bu had no idea. Although he firmly believed that Yang Feng's foolish loyalty to the emperor would defeat the remaining mercy in his heart, things were still unpredictable!

Lu Bu couldn't tell what his mentality is now. No matter whether Yang Feng did it or not, he had no reason to blame anything, or even what reason to blame it?

Since setting this vicious attention, Lu Bu’s heart was not as calm as it seemed, but he had no choice!

Zhang Jiao has been in Julu City for more than ten years, and has cast spells, cured diseases and saved countless people in the city. The people in the city's dependence and attachment to Zhang Jiao have been deeply rooted, and even thankful from the bottom of their hearts!

Not to mention that Lu Bu could not defeat the 50,000 Yellow Turban Army (including the Yellow Turban Army and the Yellow Turban people) in the giant city by relying on a mere 8,000 prisoners and 2,000 remaining soldiers. Even if he was lucky enough to defeat him, could he be able to defend him?

Even if the soldiers who occupied Julu City and suffered heavy losses faced the Julu people who were looking at Zhang Jiao, they would probably only need the remnants of the Yellow Turbans to provoke them, and the angry people could drive them away in shame!

Of course, this is just the most optimistic idea, and the most likely situation is:

Defeated!

The end of failure in action is death, and everyone will die.

Lu Bu was not afraid of death, but he could not allow more than two thousand strong men to die with him.

He took them into Julu City and was about to take them back in full.

In the situation where it was obvious that it was hitting the stone with eggs, more than 2,000 soldiers did not abandon him, but trusted him as always. Lu Bu wanted to tell them with his actions: They did not trust the wrong person!

Therefore, Yang Feng massacred the people who were devoted to the Yellow Turbans and blamed them on the Yellow Turbans, which made Zhang Jiao lose the people's hearts and the most important foundation of ruling.

Therefore, if time can be returned and Lu Bu has another chance to make a choice, Lu Bu still has to do this. Since he has done it, he will never regret it!

The shouts of killing behind him were still loud, and Zhang Jiao was still sleeping dead, and no one appeared.

Lu Bu ran wildly on the road, and more than 3,000 soldiers were running wildly on the road, and their direction was the direction of the place where the massacre was located.

It's close, it's close.

On the wide road, crowded figures suddenly appeared. Their number was dark, and it was estimated that there were at least 40,000 people. They were also holding weapons tightly, although those weapons seemed to be diverse, and even pots, pans, rolling pins and other household items were available.

However, these scenes that seem funny and even laughable to others cannot make anyone laugh out loud. Instead, seeing those heavy and tragic faces will make people involuntarily immerse themselves in the despair and resistance deep in their hearts.

"Yellow Turban Dog Thief, Zhang Jiao Rebel, Kill!" There were curses one after another in the crowd, chaotic but full of grief and anger!

With pairs of bloody pupils, I wish I could swallow the soldiers Lu Bu in the Yellow Turban Army armor and peel them alive.

Lu Bu's serious tone was astonishing as the time came out anxiously: People, find a place to hide! Zhang Jiao has ordered the Yellow Turban Army to carry out a massacre on you. However, the five thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were unwilling to join Zhang Jiao and rebel and go out to the camp. Let everyone know!

There was a sudden outburst among the 40,000 people's resistance army. After a while, the discussion gradually subsided. One person asked loudly: How do we believe you? How do you know you are not a person with the Yellow Turban?

Lu Bu's heart moved and instantly understood that this person was related to the inward whistle sent to arouse the people, so he whistled up to the sky and replied: If the people are willing to believe in me, I would like to command three thousand remaining soldiers to fight back, and to mark the aspirations of our righteous men!

After saying that, no matter whether the 40,000 people believed it or not, he immediately turned around and led more than 3,000 remaining soldiers to kill ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers who had faintly seen the square formation.

"General is righteous, I am willing to stand up for the lowly people like us! I will accompany the general!" More than a dozen figures flashed in the crowd, and proved with their actions!

After being stimulated by this, the 40,000 people were suddenly excited and rushed to 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers!

Not only that, the noisy situation made the people along the way who learned the fact of the massacre join in from time to time. With a stream of tragic thoughts that have spread, forty thousand people have become stronger and stronger...

Ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were originally full of energy, and Lu Bu and others were pursuing them (at least they thought so). They didn't want their original prey to suddenly turn back and fight back, and they immediately responded in a panic.

Not only that, when they were fighting the cruel Lu Bu army wholeheartedly, they suddenly realized that the number advantage they had relied on was gone, because they were completely surrounded by the people's ocean.

Then, pots and pans hit people's heads and cracked, crisp and pleasant. The white flour was rippling, and the rolling pin was unceremoniously stabbed into the chrysanthemums of the Yellow Turban soldiers by the tough aunts. The hoe stopped hoe the ground, and the hoe changed to hoe people! The kitchen knife stopped cutting vegetables, and the people changed to cut! The sickle stopped cutting wheat, and the people changed to cut!!!

"Ahhh!" The ten thousand yellow turban soldiers who were frustrated were either captured or killed, and were drowned in the ocean of people's war.
Chapter completed!