Chapter 129 Wind Fuels the Fire

The four hooves of the horse's hoof were wrapped in cloth, as if a muffler had been installed on the horse's hoof, the sound became much weaker, and a group of thousands of people, half on foot and half on horseback, suddenly killed them in the Yellow Turban barracks.

The yellow scarf thieves were basically busy tidying up their belongings, so they didn't even notice the officers and soldiers who were gradually approaching and hiding in the darkness.

And the gate of the Yellow Turban camp was burning with flames. A Yellow Turban Bandit stood on the tall sentry tower, looked back at his busy comrades, and couldn't help but sighed.

"Damn it, why is it that I am on duty today? I have to clean up quickly when I get down later."

He sighed, everyone was packing their luggage, and everyone was thinking about it, so he naturally didn't have much time to observe the enemy's situation, lying on the railing in boredom, dozing off with his eyes closed.

"Well!"

Whoosh.

collapse!

There were two sharp sounds in the dark night, the first was the slight vibration of the bowstring, and the second was the strong sound of long arrows piercing through the air.

This arrow was so precise in the dark night, it pierced through the throat of the yellow scarf thief, and the point of the arrow passed through the back of the neck and pierced the throat. So no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound, he could only grasp the arrow shaft in vain, and fell down in the sentry tower with a bang.

Xia Houyuan put away the iron tire bow in satisfaction, while Liu Ye was full of ambition, raised his spear and pointed it at the Yellow Turban barracks.

"Prepare the torches."

A thousand army horses picked up the torches that had been prepared long ago, and the bright torches danced row by row, illuminating the figures of the horses and knights.

"Throw!"

A thousand bright torches immediately came out from the palm of the Beiwei army and threw them into the camp of the Yellow Turban bandits. A thousand torches immediately burned in the camp.

It just so happened that it was late autumn at this time, and the westerly wind was blowing. The wind assisted the fire, and the fire burst into flames. Driven by the westerly wind, it spread violently from west to east, and countless tents were burned by flames.

"Which dog is out of water?"

"My clothes and money!"

"Where's the water? Quickly find water to put out the fire!"

The yellow scarf thieves who were tidying up the soft things suddenly became chaotic, and ran out of the tent in an instant. Seeing the burning tent, they immediately took off their clothes and beat them vigorously, and some ran to fill the water with wooden buckets. However, the fire takes advantage of the wind, and the westerly wind blows bigger and bigger, and it cannot be stopped by manpower for a while.

But Liu Ye didn't say much, and rushed into the camp of the Yellow Turbans with Beiwei Ying. Five hundred cavalry led the way, and all the Yellow Turbans he encountered in front of him collapsed. Those Yellow Turbans who were fighting the fire were hit by horses He fell to the ground and fled in all directions.

And Liu Ye led the cavalry to open the way ahead, and Yu Jin led the infantry to cover up and kill them as usual. The Yellow Turban bandits would collapse at the first touch, and they could not organize effective resistance at all.

The yellow turban bandits were busy fighting the fire, but they were attacked by the Beiwei camp again. The crowd was chaotic, and finally Bocai was provoked.

Bocai frowned when he heard the noisy voice outside the tent, he opened the tent and walked out: "What's going on?"

The guard next to him didn't know what was going on, so he just responded: "Bo Shuai, it's nothing, it's just that the tent has leaked."

But Bo Cai heard the faint shouts of killing and the vibration of horseshoes from the chaotic voices, and he couldn't help shouting: "Let Huang Shao and Bo Quen gather troops and horses, and the speed must be fast."

Looking at the yellow scarf thieves with big and small bags in front of him, Huang Shao wanted to cry but had no tears. Are these still those fierce soldiers who went up to fight first?

"Damn it, throw away all the packages, didn't you hear that the officers and soldiers are coming?"

And many yellow scarf thieves stared at each other, unwilling to throw away the package in their hands, instead they whispered and shouted boldly.

"Huang Shuai, didn't you agree to retreat to Nanyang tonight?"

"That's right, anyway, everyone has packed up their things, so just run away."

"That's right. It's not worth it to fight with the officers and soldiers. Can't we just leave?"

Huang Shao found sadly that he seemed to be unable to direct these deployments at all, but he still gritted his teeth.

"Listen to me, everyone, the sky is dead and the sky should be established. Isn't the purpose of our war to build a peaceful world?"

"The number of officers and soldiers is not large, but they just took advantage of the night attack. As long as we form a formation and stick to it, the officers and soldiers will not be able to rush in no matter what."

However, Huang Shao persuaded him for a long time, but found that the nearly ten thousand subordinates in front of him were not moved at all, and only four hundred trusted supervisors stood behind him.

If this is a charge to attack the city, if there are routs coming down, the supervisory team can naturally raise their swords and axes, but now the nearly ten thousand people on the opposite side are motionless, so they can't do anything to them, right?

Besides, these yellow turban thieves are all wrapped in big bags and small bags, but their palms and fingers are tightly holding the handle of the knife. If Huang Shao orders the supervising team to suppress the troops forcibly, he may be the first to die.

That being the case, it is better to simply be a good person.

Huang Shao took a deep breath and put on a kind face: "Everyone heard that I, Huang Shao, am not a bad person. Since everyone wants to leave, I won't stop you. How about you go and stay?"

Nearly ten thousand yellow turban thieves were taken aback when they heard Huang Shao's words, and couldn't believe it. Could it be that Huang Shao let them go so easily?

None of the nearly ten thousand yellow turban thieves moved, but after a long time, finally seven or eight yellow turban thieves came out together, and left with big and small bags.

The supervisor team behind Huang Shao remained motionless.

With the beginning, nearly ten thousand yellow scarf thieves seem to have found a gap in the flood, and all of a sudden they all dispersed, heading south.

But the cronies around him were worried: "Huang Shuai, Bo Shuai asked you to lead troops to resist the official army. Now that the troops are all scattered, how can we wait for hundreds of people to resist the official army?"

The kindness on Huang Shao's face instantly turned cold.

"Who said you want to resist the army?"

He smiled coldly at his cronies: "Let's run too."

These nearly ten thousand yellow turban thieves will definitely attract the attention of the officers and soldiers. When the officers and soldiers are entangled by these idiots, won't I, Huang Shao, be able to escape for my life?

Huang Shao hurriedly ordered people to throw the flag with yellow characters on the ground, and the four hundred warlords trampled over it immediately, trampled the flag in the mud, and walked towards the other camp gate.

And the raging fire burning in the barracks of the Yellow Turban Bandits naturally woke up Cao Cao who was on the outskirts.

Cao Cao looked at the blazing flames in the barracks of the Yellow Turban Bandits, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling, as if it was someone's masterpiece.

"Meng De, it seems that the yellow turban thief is in trouble."

At some point, Xiahou Dun had already arrived behind him with a stern expression on his face.

Cao Cao nodded and raised his head slightly.

"Go out!"