Outside a small mountain village in the mountains South of Ying Tao city.
Li Ying led his men and surrounded the small village.
The soldiers under his command who were in charge of surrounding them were still a little nervous.
After all, the military Order they had received was to besiege the Yellow Turban stronghold!
In their eyes, this seemingly ordinary small mountain village was probably full of Yellow Turban thieves who could swallow a living person.
They thought that there would be a fierce battle soon.
Only those at the station commander level and above knew that the small mountain village in front of them was not a Yellow Turban stronghold at all. It was just a group of unlucky mountain people.
Looking at the small mountain village in front of him, he still did not know what was going to happen. All kinds of emotions surged in the seventh station commander's heart, and he could not help but show a trace of pity on his face.
