"No, it can't be...... Ahem, it can't be true! Ahem!! "In a slightly dimly lit room, with a strong smell of herbs, and on a bed carved from pear blossom wood, lay a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, with a messy beard, a pale face, and bloodshot eyes.

At this time, because of the excitement, the pale face appeared a strange red, and the slender left hand tightly grasped the bed, and opened his eyes angrily, staring at the yellow turban thief who was kneeling on the ground.

The girl who was waiting by the side, holding back the tears in her eyes, kept using her jade hand to calm the middle-aged man's chest that was fluctuating because of anger.

Zhang Mang, who was kneeling on the ground, tried his best to control his emotions, but because of this sudden change, he was still very excited in his heart, and his red eyes looked at the angry middle-aged man, "Great virtuous and good teacher, General Rengong was indeed beheaded by that damn Han army general in the chaos. ”

"At this time, this Guangzong City is in danger, although my Yellow Turban Army has many soldiers and horses, but now there is no one on the city wall of Guangzong."

"According to the news that the last general learned, the Han army gathered next to my Guangzong City, under the command of that 1 at this time, is launching a fierce attack on my Guangzong City."

After listening to what Zhang Mang said, Zhang Jiao, who was supported by anger in his heart, was a little more lonely on his face at this time, and then he lay on the bed in a distraction, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he muttered even more: "It's over, it's over, it's all over." ”

"God doesn't help me with the yellow scarf, but helps the evil man, God doesn't help me with the yellow scarf, but helps the evil man......"

Zhang Jiao, who was already terminally ill, knew better than anyone else that he was afraid that Guangzong City, which was controlled by their Yellow Turban Army, would be broken by this fierce Han army in a short time.

Lacking the command of a general, although their Yellow Turban Army gathered more than 100,000 people in this Guangzong City, in this battle to defend the city, how could they not put more than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army soldiers on the Guangzong city wall.

Seeing Zhang Jiao like this, the girl next to her forced tears to comfort her: "Father is fine, my Yellow Turban Army still has more than ten thousand people in this Guangzong City, even if it is three...... The third uncle is gone, but there are still many brave and good generals in my Yellow Turban Army, and they will definitely be able to defend my Guangzong City without losing. At this, the girl could no longer hold back her tears and began to cry in a low voice.

For such a thing, how could she, a weak woman, bear it?

"Silly boy." Hearing the girl's relief, the distracted Zhang Jiao tried to reach out and stroke the girl's hair, "Without a team led by a tiger, how can it be the opponent of the murderous Han army...... Ning'er, you won't have a third uncle in the future. ”

Zhang Jiao, who lost his third brother, was full of unwillingness at this time, if he didn't use 'foreign arts' so willfully, and suppressed the offensive of Beizhong Lang General Lu Zhi again and again, I am afraid that his body will not be eaten to such a point.

Now Zhang Jiao doesn't look like a big deal on the surface, but in fact, it has reached the point where the lamp has run out, and he may die on this bed at any time.

Hearing Zhang Jiao's last words, Zhang Ning, who was crying in a low voice, couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart anymore, and cried on Zhang Jiao's body: "Woo woo ~ father ~ father, me, what should we do......"

Looking at his daughter crying in his arms, Zhang Jiao's heart was full of pain, he really couldn't imagine what kind of fate his daughter would have in the future if he died in this Guangzong City.

"Report the ......" Just when Zhang Jiao sighed in his heart, several voices sounded one after another from outside the house, and through the anxious voice, it was not difficult to hear that on the Guangzong city wall at this time, I am afraid that it was a very critical moment.

Zhang Mang, who was originally kneeling on the ground, stood up at this time and wanted to walk outside the house, but at this time he was stopped by Zhang Jiao, who was lying on the bed: "Zhang Mang, let the brothers outside the house come in, I want to listen." As he spoke, Zhang Jiao struggled to sit up, but Zhang Jiao, who was so weak, couldn't sit up and lean on the bed no matter how he struggled.

Seeing this, Zhang Mang hurriedly walked to the side of the bed in two steps, and with strong arms, he held the struggling Zhang Jiao, and finally sat on the bed.

Seeing his great sage and teacher like this, Zhang Mang's heart was as uncomfortable as a knife, his fists were clenched, and his body exuded a fierce evil aura, and then he turned around and walked outside the house, letting the yellow turban thieves who came to pass the ceremony come in.

"Great sage and good teacher, it's not good, the Han army in the east of the city has captured the city wall, and now my Yellow Turban Army soldiers have shown signs of collapse, and I hope that the great sage and good teacher will preside over the overall situation!"

"The great sage and good teacher are not good, the Han army in the south of the city has been killed under our army, the morale of our army has fallen, and now the defense line in the south of the city may be broken by the Han army at any time!"

One after another bad news came, Zhang Jiao, who was sitting on the bed, only felt that his head was dizzy, although he said that he had been prepared in his heart, but after hearing such bad news, he was still not mentally prepared to bear it.

Seeing that Zhang Jiao sat on the bed and did not react, the yellow turban thief who was kneeling on the ground pressed his hands to the ground, with an anxious expression, looked up at Zhang Jiao and said, "Great sage and good teacher, if you ......"

"Shut up!" Zhang Mang, who was standing on the side, was exposed at this time, and his fierce eyes looked at the yellow turban thieves, and shouted angrily, "Don't disturb the meditation of the great sage and good teacher, get out of here!" ”

Seeing Zhang Mang like this, the yellow turban thief who was kneeling on the ground, where did he dare to say anything else, he stood up in a panic, and then withdrew from the house.

As Zhang Jiao's cronies, Zhang Mang has always followed Zhang Jiao, so he knows more about some of Zhang Jiao's secrets than others, and it is also because of this reason that Zhang Mang knows better than anyone else what kind of state Zhang Jiao's body is in at this time.

Today's Zhang Jiao, let alone standing up to preside over the overall situation, even if he gets out of bed, it is extremely difficult.

"God doesn't help me with the yellow scarf, but helps the wicked man!" Zhang Jiao, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly started at this time, and shouted with unwilling anger, "Poof~" Then he saw a stream of blood spit out of Zhang Jiao's mouth.

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!"

"Father!"

Seeing the emotional Zhang Jiao spitting blood, Zhang Mang and Zhang Ning both stepped forward in a panic, no one expected such a situation.

Looking at Zhang Mang who was holding himself, Zhang Jiao with deep fatigue on his face, looked at Zhang Mang weakly and said, "Zhang Mang, can I believe you?" ”

Hearing Zhang Jiao say this, Zhang Mang immediately knelt on the ground, and said with red eyes: "The last general is willing to die for the great sage and good teacher!" As he spoke, the tears flowed down his face.

"Okay, okay, this life is not a failure." Zhang Jiao said to himself in a distracted manner: "To have a loyal and righteous man like you is not in vain to come to this world." ”

When he said this, Zhang Jiao's eyes regained color, and he looked at Zhang Mang with a torch-like gaze, "After a certain death, you must protect Ning'er thoroughly, and you must not let a certain bloodline be cut off." ”

Listening to Zhang Jiao explaining the aftermath to himself, Zhang Mang's tears flowed uncontrollably, but at this moment he did not say anything to interrupt Zhang Jiao's speech, because he could clearly feel that Zhang Jiao had reached the point of returning to the light at this time.

When he said this, Zhang Jiao broke away from Zhang Mang's support, and in Zhang Ning's surprised eyes, he slowly sat up from the bed, and then walked slowly towards the outside of the house.

"This wicked man has done something to lose his conscience, even if God helps the wicked man, but not my yellow scarf, he must change his life against the sky and ruin the national glory of this wicked man!"

"Life is only in the world for decades, and I can get an opportunity when I am down, that is, the guidance that God gave me."

The wind blew on Zhang Jiao's body, and the wrinkled Taoist robe moved with the wind.

Following the direction that Zhang Jiao walked to, a huge platform came into view, and the Yellow Turban wrestlers guarding the left and right, when they saw Zhang Jiao walking out of the house, they had a fanatical look in their eyes, and they all knelt on the ground and shouted: "Great sage and good teacher!" ”

Zhang Mang helped Zhang Ning, who was crying in a low voice, and slowly followed behind Zhang Jiao, and when they reached the front of the platform, both of them stood still, looking at Zhang Jiao who staggered onto the platform.

"God, since you don't allow me to open my horns and lead the Yellow Turban Army to break the rule of this evil man, then use the opportunity you gave me to break the national honor of this evil man!"

Zhang Jiao, who entered a strange state, slowly took out an object from his arms, the bewitching red light, like a jewel-like luster, made the yellow turban wrestler kneeling on the ground have a pious look on his face.

At this moment, on the platform, there were some dazzling colors, and the sky slowly gathered dark clouds, and the lightning flashes appeared from time to time, and the roaring rolling thunder sounded.

Looking at the spirit stone in his hand that flashed with a bewitching red light, a smile appeared on Zhang Jiao's face, and at this time he felt that his strength was beginning to return.

"A certain wish to take a certain life as a guide, summon the heavenly soldiers of 'heaven' to descend into the world, help me destroy this evil man with a yellow scarf, even if a certain person is allowed to go to the prison of the Nine Shadows, a certain is willing!"

While saying this, the spirit stone in Zhang Jiao's hand that flashed with a bewitching red light was radiant, and the vitality on Zhang Jiao's body was also passing at a visible speed.

"Scattering beans into soldiers, the sky has a chance!" Looking at the spirit stone that emitted a bewitching red light in his hand, Zhang Jiao roared hysterically to the sky, and then threw it towards the sky where the dark clouds gathered, only to see that the spirit stone that emitted a bewitching red light shattered at the moment it was thrown into the air, and shattered into pieces that did not know the geometry, "boom ......rumble" Then I saw an earth-shattering rolling thunder split down in the air, and then the spirit stone fragments emitted a subtle demonic red light scattered around.

"It's finished." Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiao showed a little smile in his expression, and his eyes, which were almost colorless, looked at Zhang Ning in pain with affection.

"Ning~" It's just that Zhang Jiao didn't finish his words, and he fell straight on the platform, and the left and right of the platform exuded dazzling light, making it impossible for the left and right to get close at all.

"Father!!" Zhang Ning struggled hard to break free from Zhang Mang's support, but all this was in vain after all, looking at Zhang Jiao who fell on the platform, he shouted angrily.

couldn't bear Zhang Ning to experience such grief again, Zhang Mang, who was full of tears, was ruthless in his heart, so he turned his hand into a knife and slashed at the neck of the emotional Zhang Ning.

handed Zhang Ning, who had passed out, to the yellow turban wrestler beside him, and then knelt straight on the ground, kowtowed to Zhang Jiao, who was already dead, wiped away the tears on his face, and turned around and left with a resolute expression, "The Holy Protector leaves here!" ”

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This novel is not a fantasy theme.,Wrote so many chapters.,Finally, this chapter is considered to reveal the mystery.,There are a lot of strange things in this world.,Since you can travel to ancient times.,Then the ancients can also get some chances.,Summoning some magical things.,This time the author wants to talk about a world that was changed by the ancients to fight for hegemony at the end of the Han Dynasty.,Let the Han people、Aliens have a dignified war! That's all.

I hope you don't get poisoned, after all, if you want the protagonist to fight the Wuhu, if you rely on the original timeline alone, this is simply impossible, and the Wuhu Chaohua is a topic that my Han people can never avoid, since the Han dynasty like the weak Jin has no way to resist them, then let the alien races in history descend to the end of the Han Dynasty, and take a look at the three kingdoms of the late Han Dynasty, which will compose a song of heroic history!