The two brothers, who were helpless and helpless, were in an even more difficult situation.

The older brother had his legs broken and whipped many times during the day, and he was so burned that night that he was confused.

At night, my brother was moaning in pain unconsciously in a coma. He was young and didn't understand anything. He wouldn't wake up and wouldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

The little brother was so worried that he cried and felt helpless.

Some of the Yellow Turban soldiers who were disturbed by the crying shouted impatiently towards the two brothers.

The little brother was frightened by the roar, his cries stopped suddenly, and he did not dare to cry anymore.

It was difficult to survive until the second day.

At dawn, the younger brother saw his elder brother's eyes closed and his face looked like a dead person, which was scary.

The little brother shook his brother helplessly and looked helplessly at the people around him, looking for help.

But he was so young that he didn't dare to talk to anyone, and his younger brother was even scared of being beaten.

When grabbing food, I was beaten if I bumped into someone else. I was also beaten if I blocked someone's way without bumping into someone. I was also beaten if I didn't like others.

My younger brother is afraid of being beaten by others.

The younger brother was sobbing, his eyes swollen like walnuts.

The patrol yellow turban sergeant saw the two brothers in the corner and saw the older one lying motionless on the ground. He frowned and poked the ball with his gun. "Another dead ball. Take it and throw it away."

The Yellow Turban Wu Commander had an expressionless face.

When the Yellow Turban soldiers are going to touch the young man on the ground.

"Wow~" cried, the younger brother grabbed the Yellow Turban Soldier's leg and cried heartbreakingly, "Don't throw it away! Don't throw it away, my brother!"

The younger brother's cry attracted the attention of everyone nearby. At this moment, the older brother who had been lifted twitched twice. When the Yellow Turban Captain saw that the person was still moving and not dead, he threw the person down and went to another place. Went on touring camp.

The second brother was almost thrown away. The younger brother hugged his elder brother and looked around with fear and caution. He was choked with sobs and almost silent.

However, a kind-hearted old man came over to take a look and sighed, "Baby, please get some water and feed your brother some."

The old man looked at the big one who was about to die and pointed at the remaining little one.

After listening to the grandfather's words, the younger brother wiped his tears firmly. He glanced at the bamboo tube hanging around his neck, stood up, and went to get water for his older brother.

His brother would die if he didn't drink water. He simply thought that his brother would be fine if he drank water.

The little brother went to look for water, but he didn't know where there was water. He walked out of the village gate aimlessly and cautiously.

The Yellow Turban Army was in disarray, with a little kid running around and no one paying attention.

Being unfamiliar with the place, the little brother held the bamboo tube and walked out cautiously.

To the east, the little brother saw the river.

The little brother walked towards the river alone.

He was so young that a water bird flew up from the grass by the river and frightened him to tears.

When the little brother filled a bamboo tube with water by the river, one of his straw sandals was also washed away by the river.

The little brother rushed to grab the straw sandals. He was so clumsy that he dropped the bamboo tube in a panic.

The bamboo tube is important. When the little brother picked up the bamboo tube, he could only watch sadly as the shoes flew further and further away.

After getting water, the little brother was afraid that the water would be spilled, so he slowly picked up the bamboo tube and wanted to take it back to feed his brother.

When the little brother was about to return to the village, he paid attention to the road under his feet. He didn't see the yellow scarf soldiers on the wall of the wooden village, pointing in the distance in a panic.

Before the little brother could bring the water back to the village, the door of the village closed with a creak.

On the horizon, an army formed a formation and pressed forward.

I don't know how the door was closed, and the little brother was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get in, so he ran to the village gate, crying as he ran.

He ran to the door, crying and slapping the door with his little hands until it hurt. He didn't care, "Open the door for me!"

"My brother needs to drink water. I'll get some water for my brother to drink! I'll go in!"

No matter how much he cried and howled, people on the wall were moving around intensively, archers were on the wall, and no one paid attention to this little brother.

After crying for a long time, the little brother beat the door with his hands until they were broken, but the door still did not open.

Above the village gate, a yellow turban sergeant moved the stones to the wooden plank in front of him and placed them, preparing to wait for the officers and soldiers to attack the gate and smash them into pieces.

Suddenly he heard crying below. The yellow scarf soldier looked down and saw a crying baby below.

"Get away! A fight is about to start!" Huang Jin waved his hand and told the doll to get away.

The younger brother refused to leave. He wanted to go in. Such a young boy knew nothing about fighting. He just got water and wanted to give it to his brother.

Seeing that they could not drive away, the yellow scarf soldiers picked up a clod of earth, hit their younger brother on the head and hit it.

With a bang, my brother was hit on the head and cried loudly.

"Get out!" The yellow scarf soldier smashed it, picked up the dirt, pulled it and smashed it again.

One after another, lumps of earth, stone, and wood hit the poor little brother all over his face, knocking him far away.

It's hard to tell whether this yellow scarf soldier is a good guy or a bad guy.

The bandit's village is located on a high hill by the river. The high hill is solitary, with three sides hanging in the air and one side facing a steep slope. The slope of the steep slope is very steep, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Guan Yu lined up seventy steps in front of the stronghold. The archers had arrived in front of the formation. The front row was kneeling, and the second row was standing. There were fifty people in each row, with crossbows in front and bows in the back, in a long-range shooting posture.

The weather was not right at this time. The sun was shining in this direction. When I looked up towards the enemy camp, the sunlight was so bright that I couldn't see anything clearly.

Guan Yu was on horseback, covering his eyes with his hands, squinting, and looked toward the enemy camp. He saw what looked like a baby standing on the steep slope in front of the gate of the enemy camp, crying.

Guan Yu asked the flag sergeant holding the flag on his right hand, "Is that a doll?"

"Yes, whose child has been locked away?" the flag sergeant replied.

This is the reason why Guan Yu didn't order to shoot a wave from a distance to see where the arrows hit, then adjust the distance forward before shooting.

Afraid of accidentally injuring the child.

It is not a problem for a child to be caught between two armies.

"Shield and me." Guan Yu reached out and asked his subordinate for a shield, and his subordinate handed him a large shield.

Guan Yu put his sword on the ground, took the shield, "Drive!" and kicked the horse's belly, then raised his horse and charged straight towards the enemy's stronghold.

Seeing the officers and soldiers coming like the wind, in the Yellow Turban stronghold, "Fire arrows!" The leader of the Yellow Turbans ordered random arrows to be fired and shot the animal to death.

From fifty paces to twenty paces, the horse rushed forward, and arrows rained down from the enemy's camp like locusts.

Guan Yu raised his shield, blocking it with the left and right. Occasionally, one or two arrows shot at him, but they were blocked by the shield and made a clanging sound as they were nailed to the shield.

A single man rode straight towards the enemy's stronghold. In a moment, he rushed to the steep slope in front of the enemy's stronghold. He suddenly lifted the reins, and the war horse Herod leaped up with a roar. The soil on the steep slope was hard, and the horse's hoofs stepped on the steep slope, making a clanging sound.

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The rain of arrows became more fierce, and the Yellow Turban soldiers on the stronghold pushed down the stones.

Watching the stone rolling down the slope faster and faster, it was about to hit the baby who was too scared to move on Banpo.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind, the black shadow flashed away, and a strong hand picked up the doll and left.

Guan Yu fished for the moon from the bottom of the sea, picked up the little baby, held the baby in his arms, bent down and clung to the horse's back, and ran away immediately.

Behind him, arrows whizzed past his ears.

Guan Yu's charge into the battle was uneventful, but his horse was hit by an arrow in its hindquarters. The injured horse kicked around wildly in an agitated manner.

Guan Yu rescued the baby and gave it to the flag officer to take care of.

Guan Yu took his own shield and a short sword in his hand, stood on the side of the shield soldiers, and wanted to lead his troops to attack the stronghold in person.

Hitting more with less, attacking from below, will inevitably lead to many casualties.

But it must be done quickly.

Attacking at this time can take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness.
Chapter completed!