On the fifth day of the second month of the first year of Zhongping, the hour of Mao was an unforgettable memory for all the residents of Julu City, filled with weapons, fire and blood, and fear that they would not want to recall but could not abandon.

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On the long street, young people wearing battle armor kept leaping on the houses. When they clicked their toes, they passed an exaggerated distance in the drowsy air like big birds flapping their wings. The cold wind blows away the broken hair scattered on their foreheads, revealing their dark pupils. The dark pupils clearly reflected the Julu City, which seemed to be still asleep. The bright fire light in the distance was even more conspicuous at this time, making Chen Fei sigh softly.

...Even if it was a night attack, would it be difficult for the Yellow Turbans, who were originally ordinary farmers, to quickly defeat the family raised by wealthy families? ...

...This is just an ordinary family general. In this era... there are countless dazzling heroes shining, Zhao Zilong, who is one horse, Guan Yu, and Zhuge Liang who is trying to seize the world...

The names that engraved his figure in the legend appeared in his heart. Chen Fei's eyes flashed with complex light. He stepped hard under his feet, and his body was spinning like an arrow shot out of the air. The empty right hand took the opportunity to pull out the long sword at his waist. When his body rotated to the highest point under the action of inertia, his feet were turned around and turned violently with it as the axis. The right arm holding the sword slashed through the sky like a long whip. The deep light flowed on the sword body, and broke through the air above the sword blade. The shrill sound of breaking through the air resounded like the cry of a night owl, causing both sides fighting below to numb their scalps.

boom!

In a louder sound than the sound of wars intersecting on the battlefield, the silver-bright arc sword energy slashed hard on the tall and luxurious house like a crescent moon falling into the mortal world, like a firewood slashed by the sharpest long sword. This solemn atmosphere of Zhang family main house collapsed down obliquely in everyone's stunnedness, almost beyond everyone's perception, which made both sides in the battle lose their ability to think instantly. At this moment, with a light click, Chen Fei's figure gently fell on the house where only the lower part still existed. The dark golden sword in his hand reflected a cold light under the reflection of the fire, just like the sharpness in the eyes of the young general.

"The Chen family has surrendered and the prefect is dead. What are your plans?" A low voice fell slowly. The meaning contained in it made a middle-aged man below tremble, his face full of incredible expressions, and he moved his lips to say something, but Chen Fei was not in the mood to listen to him again. When his wrist turned, the blood-stained sword made a cheerful hissing sound and pointed at the Zhang family members below, as if they were out of the box, and they were about to choose someone and eat them.

"If you surrender, you will die if you don't surrender, and if you don't surrender, you will die! The sound full of murderous intent made the middle-aged man below freeze, and then a strong bitterness appeared on his face. He bowed weakly to Chen Fei, who was like a ghost on the house. The dry voice slowly rang: "... Thank you for the general of the Zhang family, we are waiting..."

Scream!

A sharp but not harsh sound suddenly sounded, interrupting the words the head of the Zhang family had not yet spoken, and also causing everyone present to change their faces. They turned their heads quickly and looked. Sure enough, they saw a white light slowly dissipating in the air, and at the gate of the city, a fire was dancing violently according to a certain rule.

...The defenders have arrived!

"We would rather die than surrender! Humph, the rebels, the official army has arrived, but we should not leave quickly!" The middle-aged man's tone suddenly changed, and he shouted at the Yellow Turban soldiers with a stern expression. Several tall and fierce generals had already surrounded him tightly, and a savage look flashed in his slender eyes. Just now, he sent his confidant to inform the Julu defenders. At this time, the guards must have arrived. Except for the leading generals, these rebels were all vulgar and incompetent, and they would definitely run away. By then, many of the big tribes in the city would be injured, and he would have made the warning.

Thinking in my heart, a hint of complacent smile appeared on my face, but the next moment my vision was occupied by the sudden cold light, my pupils instantly dilated, and then my neck hurt, and my vision was occupied by darkness.

...How dare he...

"The evil spirit has been killed, and the soldiers are guarding here... I will go!" With the deep voice, Chen Fei slowly returned the long sword that had just been buzzing into the scabbard of his waist. The head of the Zhang family who had made smart plans and the fierce men who were guarding him had already fallen into a pool of blood. A scarlet color slowly flowed, soaking the face that still maintained a hint of pride, looking as ridiculous as a clown. The other generals of the Zhang family were all intimidated by this sword, their two trembling, their faces were pale, and the crisp sounds of weapons falling from their hands fell to the ground one after another. These brave people recruited by a lot of money had completely lost their usual blood courage...

"...No! General, let's go, we'll wait for the general to return to triumph!" The Yellow Turban Soldier, who had been fearless before, had come back from the brilliant sword light, bowed deeply to the back that jumped away, and shouted in a deep voice. When he raised his head, the young general's upright posture had disappeared from his vision, and in the distant sky, it began to turn slightly white. (March hour, 5 o'clock to 7 o'clock, in February, it was two hours before the sky brightened.)

"It's almost dawn..." After sighing for some reason, the majestic Yellow Turban Soldier shook his head, turned around to look at the Zhang family generals who were already unintentional to fight, with a somewhat ferocious smile on his face.

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On the long street, Chen Fei, wearing battle armor, closed his eyes slightly, and stood alone on the road that the defenders must pass. Amid the dense sound of horse hooves like a storm, the murderous intent, which was as cold as a cold night, was connected in his perception, approaching him at an astonishing speed. Soon, these knights appeared on the street where Chen Fei was located, but they did not slow down. On the contrary, the rider on the horse's back obviously rushed to urge the war horse under his crotch, almost sprinting towards the closed young man with the momentum of a battle formation, and was about to step under the horse.

Just as the war horses had already reached less than five meters, the young man's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and behind him a giant dragon roaring to the sky flashed in a flash. His arrogant aura was wrapped in the pressure from his bloodline, and suddenly appeared like an erupting volcano. The originally trained war horses rushed forward and suddenly stopped, and fell to the ground with their master amid the neighing sound of Xilulu. At least twenty war horses were poured together like garbage, but none of them could enter Chen Fei!

The leading rider pulled out his right leg, which was pressed by the war horse, with pain on his face. His young face was filled with pain. His arms were pressing his heavy body slightly with a little relaxed look on his face, but at this moment a touch of coldness silently pressed against his throat. The cold metal touch made his body stiff and he turned his head stiffly. The young man who was about to trample by directly was smiling at him silently, and his cold eyes could not be covered even by the drowsy sky.

"The one who kills you is Chen Fei of the Yellow Turban!"
Chapter completed!