Insufficient balance

  Ma Yue plopped down on the snowy ground, panting heavily, carrying a live person for half a day was unbearable even for an iron man, not to mention that steed, which had been lame for less than half a day. Ma Yue had no choice but to abandon it in the wilderness and then carry Zou Yumao along the rugged mountain paths to escape.

  Look at the sky, it's already starting to darken, the surrounding mountains are dense and the trees are lush, I don't know what territory we've arrived in, the only thing worth celebrating is that we finally got rid of our pursuers.

  Although Ma Yue was exhausted, Zou Yumang was calm and composed, staring at Ma Yue with her big, beautiful eyes. After the initial fear and panic passed, she found that Ma Yue wasn't as fierce as she had imagined, so she gradually calmed down. The only thing that annoyed her was that her hands and feet were tied together, and this damned "bandit" had carried her like a sack of rice for half a day, and now he had casually thrown her onto the cold snowy ground, making her feel both cold and uncomfortable.

  "Hey, I'm cold, can you find a clean place for me to sit up?"

  Zou Yuna said in a domineering tone, without any awareness that she should have as a hostage. This was of course related to her upbringing. She had been spoiled since childhood and had never experienced such a thing before, so how could she be aware?

  Ma Yue grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his mouth, his face cold and unresponsive.

  "Hey, since you've already escaped, why don't you let me go back?"

  “……”

  "Are you dead? Can't you hear me talking?"

  ……

  "Actually, you can't escape, the wanted poster has been posted in all counties of the 13 states of Da Han, wherever you go, you are a fugitive."

  Ma Yue's face suddenly changed, and he turned around with a fierce gaze in his dark eyes. Zou Yumang's last words had struck a sore spot! He was now indeed a fugitive wanted by the imperial court, with the poster clearly reading "Wanted: Yellow Turban Rebel Ma Yue"!

  When did he become a Yellow Turban bandit? He was just a minor official.

  What's even more infuriating is that Ma Chao's name has been forever linked with the Yellow Turbans, and from now on he'll be a fugitive who everyone wants to catch. How can those aristocratic families possibly submit to a Yellow Turban rebel? The late Han and Three Kingdoms period was an era dominated by aristocratic families; without their support, what qualifications does he have to become a warlord ruling over a region?

  At most, he's just a mountain bandit who occupies the mountain as his kingdom.

  But what good days can a mountain bandit have? Living in a cave, wearing animal hides, and from time to time still having to endure hunger and hardship, is that a human life?

  Even if we take a step back and say that even if you don't become a warlord, finding a powerful warlord to rely on is still not the right time yet. The Emperor Ling has not died, the Han Dynasty's luck has not been exhausted, and people like Cao Cao and Liu Bei are still just small soldiers, Sun Quan is probably still wearing open-crotch pants.

  Would he go and cling to Dong Zhuo, that devil? He's afraid this demon from Xiliang will cut off his head in the blink of an eye and present it to the imperial court as a merit.

  It's now the spring of 184th year, and it's still five whole years until the Emperor Ling's death and the great chaos in the land. How are these five years going to be endured?

  This is a real chaotic world, originally could still join the government army, in the government army slowly develop, strive for the world's great chaos after like Yuan Shao, Cao Cao they become a warlord of a region, now good, overnight became the world's wanted criminal, how to spend this day? Ma Yue although is a modern person, facing such a situation also equally at a loss.

  Ma Yue felt more and more despondent about his future, the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. Looking at Zou Yumang's eyes, he gradually lost his composure. Like everyone else, when faced with a desperate situation, Ma Yue also surged with a violent emotion. If there was still a small lamb waiting to be slaughtered by his side at this time, let us pray for the fate of the little lamb, amen.

  Confronted with the fierce and beastly eyes, Zou Yuniang shivered and took a step back, her voice trembling as she asked: "Y-you... what do you want to do?"

  Ma Yue's face cracked a smile, revealing his white teeth, looking like a wolf with its bloody mouth open. This question is stupid enough, what else can men and women do when they are together?

  Damn it, even if I'm a fugitive of the imperial court, today I'll first take care of this little girl, who's afraid of whom? From now on, he's just an outlaw anyway, offending any aristocratic family is meaningless. Ma Chao thought viciously, once the gate of reason was opened, rationality disappeared in an instant, and a fierce fire had already burned in his eyes.

  When a man is desperate, the secretion of male hormones is always particularly strong. If there is a woman accompanying him at this time, most of them will choose to vent their emotions until they are exhausted.

  "No...don't."

  Zou Yuniang had a premonition of what was about to happen, she was afraid, shaking her head and desperately trying to escape with her delicate body, but her hands and feet were tightly bound, making it impossible for her to do so. Ma Yue took a step forward and picked her up like an eagle swooping down on a chick, one of his demonic claws had already reached out to touch her slender waist.

  Zou Yuniang's slender body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks.

  Witnessing Zou Yuniang's face as delicate as a pear blossom in the rain, Ma Yue's mind suddenly flashed back to a familiar scene, and his heart ached. He remembered that night when he had hurt her so deeply, she was crying in his arms with tears like pear blossoms in the rain. Now, they were separated by two lifetimes, with no chance of reunion...

  Thick sorrow swooped in, and the flames of desire receded like a tide from Ma Kui's eyes.

  Ma Yue sat down on a nearby rock, looking uninterested, and muttered: "Cry, cry to your heart's content! You need to have some style when doing this, how can you do it with all that sniffling? Damn it!"

  The calamity did not befall, and Zou Yuniang opened her beautiful eyes in surprise, only to see that the "ferocious thief" was already sitting on a nearby rock with his head hung low, staring blankly at the snowy ground in front of him. His dark eyes were filled with a heart-wrenching sorrow, and the ferocity that had previously instilled fear and despair in her had vanished without a trace.

  Zou Yuniang was frightened out of her wits and from then on kept her mouth tightly shut, not daring to provoke Ma Yue again.

  Ma Yue took a deep breath, irritably slung Zou Yuniang over his shoulder and continued on the road. This place wasn't suitable for staying for long, pursuing soldiers could catch up at any moment, if they were caught, it would be hard to escape again. Also, he had to find a cave to spend the night in, then find someone's home to get some food, otherwise he wouldn't freeze to death but starve to death.

  ……

  When Yuan Shao was pressing the siege, Guan Yu led his troops to kill him. The 500 Youyan volunteers who were shouting and cheering on Liu Bei's side finally came in handy and intercepted Guan Yu's troops for a fierce battle. To say that Liu Bei's 500 volunteers were really weak and couldn't withstand a fight, but the problem was that the two big men beside Liu Bei were really terrifying.

  One red face, one black face, like ferocious gods and evil spirits, charged into the Yellow Turban army, just like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and no one could withstand them for even a moment.

  Guan Hai and the red-faced big man clashed in a fierce knife fight, causing both of their arms to ache with numbness, nearly dropping their long knives!

  This guy is fierce, not an easy opponent! Guan Yu was shocked and quickly turned his horse around to escape. The red-faced big man insisted on chasing after him. Guan Yu beckoned with his hand, and the more than 100 mountain bandits who were his former subordinates rushed up and surrounded the red-faced big man, engaging in a fierce battle. The red-faced big man was calm and composed, wielding a heavy large chopping knife that danced like splashing water. Wherever the blade passed, those who blocked it were knocked down, and the Yellow Turban rebels' limbs were severed, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

  But the Yellow Turbans' suicidal charge was not without cost, Guan Hai had already fled in disarray, and the red-faced giant's mount had been stabbed to death by chaotic blades. The red-faced giant could only abandon his warhorse and fight on foot. He provoked the black-faced giant, who roared: "Second brother, I'm here to help you!"

  Fair-faced Liu Bei sees victory in sight, with an opportunity to take advantage of it, and is not willing to fall behind. He dances with his double-edged sword and comes to assist, shouting loudly: "Second brother, third brother, I'm here too..."

  ……

  In Liu Bei's camp, Pei Yuanshao and Liu Yan were leading the remnants of the Yellow Turbans in a desperate defense against Yuan Shao's relentless attack. A lone horseman suddenly appeared, flying over the high walls of the camp, and it was Guan Yu who had broken through the imperial army's encirclement and charged in. He reined in his horse, stood tall, and shouted loudly: "Where is Ma Chao?"

  Pei Yuanshao's eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "Is it you, Guan Hai?"

  Guan Hai shouted: "Where is Ma Yue?"

  Pei Yuanshao's expression turned gloomy, and he sighed: "Ma Chao has already left."

  "Escaped?" Guan Yu was taken aback and immediately shouted loudly, "This is a matter that cannot be done, follow me to quickly break through the encirclement to the south."

  As soon as the words fell, Guan Yu turned his horse's head towards the southern gate of the camp and charged forward, holding his long knife high in the air. A fierce killing intent surged in his eyes, and with a loud cry, he shouted: "Those who block my way will die!"