From that day on, Chu Feiyan carried a deep burden on his body, like a mountain pressing on him, almost overwhelming this iron-clad Hebei man.

He not only wants to live for himself, not for the tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, but for the hundreds of thousands of people in this Black Mountain!

There are not only young people, but also old people, children, and women!

If it was really all hundreds of thousands of young and strong, the Montenegrin army would not have cowered on the Black Mountain, and would have already conquered the land of a state.

From that day on, Chu Feiyan changed his name to Zhang Yan, he never smiled on his face again, he became thoughtful, from a heroic brother to a qualified superior, he was good at specializing, looking at the map day and night, as if he wanted to see the life of their Black Mountain Army from the old cowhide map.

Uniting Gongsun Zan to confront Yuan Shao, Yecheng fought against Lu Bu, surrendered to Cao Cao, he was not good at scheming, he racked his brains, and his heart became more and more numb and cold.

Yes, now that everyone has been summoned to the world and has a way to live again, what am I worried about? Zhang Yan was a little dazed, I don't know why he suddenly found himself a little confused, he lowered his head and looked at his outstretched palm, the rough palm was covered with calluses and scars, Zhang Yan was a little dazed.

I...... I don't seem to be able to laugh anymore?

Zhang Yan's cheeks were stiff, and she wanted to try to pull the corners of her mouth to reveal a heartfelt smile, but she couldn't do it anyway, and at some point Zhang Yan's eyes left two lines of tears, and the tears crossed two curved tracks on Zhang Yan's rough cheeks, like a child's graffiti.

Won't laugh...... Not really.

Not really.

Zhang Yan sighed faintly.

"Click~"

Zhang Yan's pupils contracted suddenly, and he grabbed the spear placed aside, and the cold spear woke up Zhang Yan's thoughts.

"Who is it?"

Three miles below Hirota Castle was a dense forest, and under the cover of night, the woods were pitch black, like a monster with teeth and claws opening its greedy mouth.

A pitch-black figure slowly walked out of the dense forest in the distance, and its strong legs made a crisp sound when they stepped on the dead leaves, and it was this voice that alarmed Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan looked at the figure in the distance vigilantly, although there was only one person on the other side, no one knew if there were other people hiding in the dense forest behind him.

Yu Poison was also alarmed by Zhang Yan's movements, and pulled out the scimitar on his waist and looked at the figure in the distance vigilantly.

Stepping out of the dark shadows, the hood on top of his head covering most of his cheeks, and only his cold, white chin could be seen exposed to the moonlight.

Yu Poison slowly took two steps back, and then suddenly escaped behind him and rang the bell placed on the city tower, "When~"

"When~"

"When~"

The noise of the city was drowned out by the sound of the bell, like a stone hitting a dense forest full of knowledge, and all sounds dissipated, and the city fell into an eerie, cold silence.

Although Bocai was a little arrogant, he was not a fool, and when he heard the alarmed voice, he quickly stood up, drew the long sword at his waist and commanded the Yellow Turban Army below to climb the city tower to prepare for battle.

"Zhang Yan, where is the enemy?" Bo Cai climbed the city tower, did not find the enemy, and questioned Zhang Yan with some dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yan didn't answer Bo Cai, but just looked vigilantly at the approaching figure under the city tower.

Bo Cai looked at Zhang Yan's line of sight, his cheeks twitched slightly, "The enemy you and Yu Poison are talking about is this person?"

Bo Cai turned around and suddenly pulled Zhang Yan's collar and shouted angrily: "Zhang Yan, are you stupid or do you treat us as fools?

Zhang Yan was silent, his left hand grasped the hand holding his collar, and then slowly put down Bo Cai's hand, Zhang Yan glanced at Bo Cai, and then turned around and continued to guard the person downstairs in the city, "This person is very strong...... It's really strong. ”

The moment Zhang Yan faced this person, he suddenly had the feeling he had when he faced Lu Bu, it was a sense of mortal threat, and a palpitation when facing a person who was far stronger than himself.

And this is not the previous life of Huaxia, but a world where the strong can fly away to catch the stars and the moon, and can be compared to Lu Bu's threatening enemy...... Zhang Yan took a deep breath, absolutely terrifying.

Bo Cai frowned and looked at Zhang Yan's back, then turned his head to look at the figure under the city tower, and then Bo Cai's brows furrowed even deeper, the person under the city tower couldn't see through it, it was indeed a little weird.

"You, go down and try that guy as much as you can. Bocai pointed to a Yellow Turban wrestler standing beside him.

The leader of the Yellow Turban Lux nodded, with a hint of infatuation on his face, and jumped down from the city tower with a smile, boom!

Squatting on the ground with his legs and slightly torso, the ground within ten meters around the leader of the Yellow Turban Lux was dented, and a large dense crack appeared, and he slowly got up, and the hot qi and blood faintly distorted the air around him.

The muscles of the knot are like the roots of an old tree, the waist of a tiger is a bear, the dense long hair on the top of the head is restrained with a yellow scarf, and the eyes are as bright as a pair of torches at the back of the head, and the breath of the peak of the human immortal suddenly bursts out, this is the strongest class of the Yellow Turban Sect!

And the leader of the Yellow Turban Lux is one in a thousand, and one Yellow Turban Lux leader will be selected among every thousand Yellow Turban Lux Warriors, and the Yellow Turban Lux leaders are all spiritual cultivators, and the leaders of the Yellow Turban Lux are all late stage of human immortals or even peak cultivation.

There are not many fierce generals of the Yellow Turban Sect, and this Yellow Turban Warrior is the strongest force system of the Yellow Turban Sect.

Cheng Yuanzhi crossed his arms and revealed his figure from the city tower, proudly looking at the approaching figure in the distance, as the commander of the Yellow Turban Force, he clearly understood how strong the Yellow Turban Forceman was under his command, especially the leader of the Yellow Turban Force, even among all the leaders under his command, was enough to rank among the top three.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked upward, Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes were cold, even if you can defeat this Yellow Turban Lux leader, but it doesn't matter, there are a full 30,000 Yellow Turban Lux under your command, twenty-nine Yellow Turban Lux leaders, and there are millions of Yellow Turban Lux troops in the city, you are alone...... Can you still fly?

The Yellow Turban Lux leader walked faster and faster, and every foot on the ground made a rumbling and trembling sound, as if it was not a person running on the ground at this moment, but a galloping giant elephant.

The Yellow Turban Army on the city tower showed happiness in his eyes, raised the weapon in his hand, and cheered for the leader of the Yellow Turban wrestler below, "Mighty!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!"

The distance is getting closer and closer, 100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters......

The distance was only ten meters, and the people on the castle tower could even see the fierce wind brought by the running blow the man's cloak high, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes below.

The face under the cloak that did not look like a human smiled evilly, like the body of the Yellow Turban Lux leader running wildly like a savage colossus, exploded with a bang, and turned into a blood mist in the sky!!