"Cast shell."

Liu Yan knocked on the door gently.

"who?"

The cold sound of Ma Yue came from the room, just like the snowflakes falling from the sky, it was cold to the bone.

Liu Yan gently pushed open the empty door and saw Ma Yue sitting at the desk. However, he was usually used to using swordsmanship to hold a brush in his right hand and was gestured on a white cloth, but he was unable to finish his pen.

Ma Yue glanced at Liu Yan coldly and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

Liu Yanfang was miserable. Since she secretly let Zou Yuniang go last time, Ma Yue's attitude towards her has become worse and worse. If it weren't for Liu Yan being the only one who understands medical skills among the 800 bandits, Ma Yue wouldn't even look at her directly. Would he be so annoying? How was this stalwart man made his heart?

Liu Yan pursed her cherry lips, her eyes were filled with dripping, and she whispered: "The medicinal materials of several medicinal shops in the city... have been used up."

Ma Yue frowned and asked in a deep voice: "How many are there? How are you saving someone?"

Liu Yan lowered her head, and two crystal tears quietly slid down her cheeks, and she whispered: "All those who can be saved have been saved, and the rest... are no more rescued."

A cold light suddenly flashed through Ma Yue's eyes, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at Liu Yan coldly.

Although Liu Yan lowered her head, she could still feel Ma Yue's cold eyes. She felt like she fell into an ice cave in an instant. She took two steps and replied, "I...I have done my best."

The coldness in Ma Yue's eyes gradually faded away, and he immediately groaned

Liu Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally plucked up the courage and said, "Ma Yue, can you ask for something?"

Ma Yue's face showed a hint of impatience, and he frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Can you let Zou Yuniang help me? I have to take care of so many wounded soldiers alone and I can't be busy."

Ma Yue turned around again and stared at Liu Yan coldly. This time, Liu Yan no longer avoided Ma Yue's cold gaze, but bravely looked at Ma Yue, with a little innocence, two traces of kindness, and seven-point determination in her clear eyes.

Ma Yue said in a deep voice: "Didn't Zou Yuniang let you let go?"

Liu Yan said bravely again: "I already know everything. Last time you... Sister Yu Niang did that on purpose. If you knew I would let Sister Yu Niang go, Sister Yu Niang would tell the official army about the military information you deliberately revealed, so the official army was trapped. After the official army got trapped, she put Sister Yu Niang in prison, and was in Fuyang."

Ma Yue sighed in his heart, but there was a muffled groan on his lips.

Liu Yan whispered: "Ma Yue, let Sister Yu take action on me, okay?"

"That's your business."

Ma Yue lowered his head, held the pen again and thought to himself, and ignored Liu Yan. Liu Yan was stunned and realized that Ma Yue agreed to her. He was secretly happy and thought that Ma Yue was not a sarcastic heart or agreed to her. At that time, he smiled and rushed to the county jail with lotus steps.

...

County jail.

He Zhen beat his waist hard and sighed repeatedly: "It hurts me, it hurts me!"

The old man is used to the life of being arrogant and raised. How can he bear such a marching pain? In order not to make He Zhen exhausted, Ma Yue specially transferred a horse for him to ride. But He Zhen was old and weak after all, he was old and weak. After all, he had bumped through these hundreds of miles and his body could not bear it.

Along the way, Fuyang County Magistrate Chen Zhen rubbed his calves hard while thinking indignantly, "What's the pain if you have a horse? Didn't you see, a scholar, run hundreds of miles with those bandits?" Oh, this leg is really hard like a stone. When did you suffer such pain?

After all, Li Yan was born as a martial artist, and Kuai Liang was also young and strong. Although he was half tired, he had already recovered and he still had the heart to chat and make friends.

"It turns out that Li Yan and Li Zhengfang are famous for a long time, and they are disrespectful."

"Brother Zirou is a great talent in Jiangxia, Yan Shi dare not be any."

"Oh, I'm very talented. In the battle of Sui County, I was still a prisoner of 800 bandits!"

Li Yan smiled bitterly and said, "It's not the same."

Kuai Liang shook his head and said, "I still haven't figured out how to lose to the 800 bandits in the Battle of Sui County?"

Li Yan clapped his hands and said, "When the battle between Mumapo, I am still defeated? There has never been any record of the art of war in ancient and modern times, which is impossible to verify if a soldier is like a horse leaping!"

"Okay, stop arguing, get up immediately and prepare to gather!"

As Li Yan finished speaking, a thunderous roar suddenly rang out of the prison, interrupting the conversation between the two. The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, knowing that they were going to start a new journey. This Ma Yue not only used troops like a ghost, but also looked like an evil ghost when he was troubled. It’s a pity that he was a bandit. How great would it be if he was born in a gentry and was willing to serve the court.

...

In front of the county hall, in the courtyard.

The more than 300 Yellow Turban soldiers in Zhou Cang have already formed a formation in the cold wind. The original number of more than 1,000 people were frozen to death, some were starved to death, some were shot to death at Fuyang City, and some died of melee last night and were seriously injured. In short, there are only more than 300 people left, and most of them are injured.

However, when the big waves were eliminated, they were all slags, and the rest were all gold. Although most of the more than 300 people were injured, they were full of energy. Thinking about it, it was not easy to be able to eat or drink for several days, lack clothes and wear, carry heavy snow, brave the severe cold of more than ten degrees below zero, travel hundreds of miles, and then survive two more battles and eventually survive. It was not easy? That was a purgatory selection!

Ma Yue looked stern and slowly walked to a yellow turban soldier with wooden crutches, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "What's the name?"

"Calf!"

"Well, it's not bad! It looks like a calf." Ma Yue beat the calf's waist and said sternly, "Although you have no feet, you can still be a man with iron bones as long as you ride on the horse's back!"

Ma Yue's eyes passed over the calf and fell on the face of a one-armed yellow turban. The one-armed yellow turban said first without waiting for Ma Yue to ask: "My name is Dahei!"

Ma Yue smiled and nodded, "It's a little black and has an arm. However, a man has an egg. Even if he loses his hands and feet, he can still poke people to death!"

Not only more than 300 Yellow Turban soldiers burst into laughter, but even the 800 bandits on the opposite side also started to clamor. The momentum in the courtyard suddenly became enthusiastic. Ma Yue took advantage of the momentum to jump to the steps, shook hands and fists and shouted loudly: "Brothers of the Yellow Turban brothers from Wancheng, you... are all good!"

The laughter of the Yellow Turban soldiers and the bandits stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on Ma Yue's face.

Ma Yue glanced at the week with a stern look and said, "No one can eat or drink, lack of clothes and wear, and have to walk hundreds of miles of mountain roads braved the snow and cold, and have the strength to fight with the government army. I, Ma Yue, can't do it. But you did it! So, Ma Yue admires you, you are real men, real men, and iron men!"

More than 300 Yellow Turban soldiers looked excited.

"Pat pat your chest, what else can you do in this world? Even if the sky falls, I believe you can push it back with your shoulders!"

The eyes of the Yellow Turban soldiers began to become hot, and they all felt a fire burning in their hearts. The horse leader, what he said, was like a spark, threw it into the pile of dry firewood hidden in their hearts, and instantly ignited the primitive fire in their hearts.

"I, Ma Yue, a bandit, have a head on both sides of my shoulders. I have no other ability, and I will kill the government troops and grab food. I drink when I have wine, eat when I have meat, and I have no wine or meat to endure hunger! If I make a fortune in the future, I plan to marry ten and eight beautiful wives!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers were so excited, who wouldn't want to live such a life?

"I, Ma Yue, admire you, a real man, if you want to leave, I will never leave any trouble! If you are willing to follow me as a bandit, we 800 bandits will welcome you with open arms! I, Ma Yue, swore to the heavens that I will never treat you as an outsider. If I, Ma Yue, eat a bite of meat, I will never let my brothers drink soup."

"What else is it? Our Zhou Cang's life was given by the leader Ma Da. From today on, the two hundred kilograms of meat will be sold to the leader Ma Da. The knife-mounted oil pan will be burned in the water. As long as the leader Ma Da's order is given, Zhou Cang will frown, he will be able to raise his mother's eggs."

After a night of treatment and recuperation, the tough guy Zhou Cang miraculously stood up.

"Yes, General Zhou is right. Our lives are given by Leader Ma. From today on, we will listen to Leader Ma."

The Yellow Turban soldiers responded one after another, and they were really a group of desperate people. After Ma Yue's words, none of them were willing to leave.

"Okay!" Ma Yue shouted loudly and said in a stern manner, "Since that's the case, from now on, everyone is brother. Since they are brothers, I will treat you equally! I don't care whether you are injured or not, whether you are on the road. If you are a man, don't complain, don't find reasons to pretend to be bears! Pack your clothes immediately, and the whole army will set off immediately, target... Wancheng!"
Chapter completed!