Outside Anyi City, the number of Yellow Turban soldiers who had been lying in wait was increasing.
Simultaneously, two more units of their own troops infiltrated the city. Although guards were stationed at the city gates, there was little control.
The atmosphere was still lax; no one expected the Yellow Turbans to resort to this tactic again, to employ infiltration!
Each unit consisted of approximately four hundred n; infiltrating and capturing the city gates wouldn't be difficult.
Moreover, this ti, Hu Cai himself was leading the infiltration. As a leader, a powerful figure in the Yellow Turban army, there was absolutely no need for him to risk his life.
Just as a general wouldn't personally climb a siege ladder to attack a city, it was unnecessary; the risk was too great. They were all flesh and blood; the benefits of such an action were disproportionate to the risks!
Groups of Yellow Turban soldiers, disguised as farrs carrying firewood, entered the city without arousing suspicion, waiting in designated courtyards.
The owner of these courtyards—well, they had already been killed and buried.
If they were genuine Yellow Turban rebels, they would never do such a thing.
And countless bandits and mountain brigands, using the Yellow Turban na, also acted recklessly, ruining their reputation.
"How many have entered so far?" Hu Cai's voice trembled with excitent. He was finally able to avenge his brother; he was overjoyed.
Besides avenging his brother, he could also obtain the city's resources. What he couldn't take, he would burn rather than give to the Han Dynasty's officials.
Once this deal was completed, he might no longer be a bandit leader, but soone with official rank like Zhang Yan.
"More than two hundred n, and so brothers haven't entered yet."
"Hmph, hurry up, stop dawdling." Hu Cai was clearly dissatisfied with the progress. After so long, only two hundred n; they'd struggle to even take one city gate.
In another direction outside Anyi City, a small group of cavalry was keeping watch.
Looking towards Anyi City, it was quite a distance from where the Yellow Turban army was lying in ambush.
They were Lu Ming's personal guards, sent to keep watch and monitor the Yellow Turban Army's movents.
He had no interest in rescuing Anyi City, nor did he care whether Anyi City could withstand the attack.
The powerful clans were not worth pitying; letting the Yellow Turban Army wipe them out was a good deed in itself.
Simply monitoring all the movents would allow him to gather intelligence in advance, which would be beneficial for his subsequent plans.
He would first go to Yangcheng to obtain supplies, and then turn back to engage this group of Yellow Turban Army soldiers.
After the attrition at Anyi City, whether Anyi City ultimately fell or held out, it would have weakened the Yellow Turban Army to so extent. At that ti, he could take advantage of the situation and annihilate this group of Yellow Turbans in one fell swoop, incorporating the remnants into his ranks.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind"—this saying is not just a figure of speech.
Moreover, even Hu Cai probably didn't expect that fellow soldiers could remain unmoved when their ally was in trouble. This was truly astounding; their actions were even more cunning than Lao Liu's!
While battles raged on other fronts, Lu Ming remained engrossed in his pleasure.
The voluptuous Madam Zou, clad only in a bodice, swayed her bare feet on a carpet covered with animal hides, her body moving to the rhythm of the music.
She had originally been trained as a courtesan in a brothel, a top-tier courtesan.
Unlike those who sold their bodies, top courtesans were expected to be cultured, possessing at least so knowledge of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and being proficient in at least one. Dance and the art of pleasing n were also essential skills.
However, Zhang Ji had bought her only as a plaything, and with his constant campaigns, he hadn't had much opportunity to enjoy her company. Now, she was being given to Lu Ming for free.
A married woman was indeed alluring; she was uninhibited. Her eyes, lowered with a hint of shyness, writhed, her white flesh stirring a surge of desire within him!
The deepest desire was ignited, uncontrollable. Her snow-white, pert buttocks trembled violently, waves of flesh rippled between her belly and breasts, utterly alluring!
*Gulp!*
Lu Ming couldn't resist any longer. He'd just had sex that afternoon, and now he was throbbing again. So, like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, he pinned Madam Zou down on the cot.
Amid Madam Zou's giggles, he eagerly kissed her jade-like neck and cheeks.
Compared to younger won, Lu Ming preferred these alluring mature won. Large, plump buttocks, a certain charisma, a tight, sweet vagina, the illicit thrill of the age gap, and the feeling of riding on a mature woman older than himself—it was all so irresistible. He only wanted to keep thrusting on her, to extract more pleasure from this beautiful, mature body!
Zhang Ji was an old acquaintance. They'd nodded and exchanged greetings; not exactly close, but they knew each other.
Zhang Ji still believed his wife had t with misfortune, unaware that Lu Ming was raping her, taking her into the room, and wantonly playing with her, thrusting, and pounding into her, exploring every inch of her body he had never been before!
His large penis, erect and straight, ford a slightly curved crescent shape, veins bulging everywhere, the shaft throbbing excitedly in the air, clear fluid oozing from the urethral opening!
Clearly, he was incredibly aroused, as if he wanted to find a plump, warm vagina to unleash his rampant lust at any mont!
"Help get in!"
"Mmm…ah…so big…" She stretched out her chubby little hand, guiding the penis to the incredibly wet vaginal opening, the labia majora covered in clear, lustful fluid reflecting a white, lewd sheen!
The glans slid up and down against the vaginal opening, wetting it with the fluid, making the egg-sized glans appear even more nacing!
*Pfft!* *Squeak!*
With a slight thrust of his waist, the glans effortlessly parted the thick labia and entered the tight, wet, hot butterfly-shaped vagina!
"Oh...ah...so big...husband...oh...you're so good...ah..."
The experienced, mature wife's vagina is fiery, muddy, tight; the feeling of being tightly gripped, as if countless tiny hands are squeezing this penis, is simply wonderful.
Especially without the dreaded condom, the real flesh against flesh pressed tightly together is truly the ultimate pleasure.
Madam Zou nimbly raised her pert buttocks, her legs expertly wrapping around the man's waist, her eyes filled with seductive allure and tender affection as she looked at Lu Ming. Each impact of her large, white buttocks with the man's lower abdon created a wave of white flesh, the intense visual impact making the man on top of her even more wildly fuck her!
The intense pleasure propelled Madam Zou towards orgasm, her vaginal muscles pulsating rhythmically – a clear sign of climax!
Lu Mingshuang breathed heavily, his penis gripped tightly by layers of alluring flesh. The feeling of being unable to move was sothing only he could understand; it was as if a tiny hand was sucking it greedily!
The glans pulsed with a continuous stream of pleasure, an intense, tingling sensation that made him want to ejaculate violently!
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