Mo Daojun walked early, and there were even more early pedestrians.

Liu Bei and the three of them led the army to sleep all the way, passing through Yedian Mountain Village and staying in the ancient temple of the wasteland at night, only watching the sunrise and sunset, not counting the day.

At noon on this day, the army has left Guangping, and in front of it is the Mingyue Gorge of Anping County, and the three brothers are waiting to wave their troops to rest, when they suddenly hear a rapid sound of war drums behind the mountain.

At the beginning, it was like a pipa covering the face, the hinge was pulled out of the strings, and the thick twist was lightly gathered; The next time it seems to rain from the sky, the rain hits the lotus pond, and it is noisy and cut; After about a moment, the sound suddenly stopped, and then a big drum suddenly exploded, as if Lei Gong was angry, and the earth cracked and the mountain collapsed. Tens of thousands of strong men roared in unison, and thousands of iron horsemen resonated with swords and guns.

"Yellow Turban?!"

"Dong Zhuo?!"

In addition to Zhang Jiao of Guangzong and the North Road army under Dong Zhuo, where are there other soldiers and horses in the border of Anping County? Where is there still such a big momentum?

The three of them looked at each other with a look in their eyes that gradually became solemn, listening to this voice, I am afraid that there are tens of thousands or even more than 100,000 troops fighting?

The three of them hurriedly climbed the hill in front of them and looked into the distance, but saw:

The red armor is all over the field, and the yellow scarf covers the ground. The vermilion armor is like a mountain full of maple leaves, dense; The yellow scarf covers the ground like a wasteland autumn chrysanthemum, rubbing shoulders one after another. The Han army wore red armor, and the chief Ge stabbed left and right, and the ghosts cried wolf howls between the stabs, and the yellow scarves fell to the ground one after another. The moth thief wore a yellow scarf, slashed vertically and horizontally with a big knife, and hissed at the chopping place, and Zhu Jia died again and again.

More than 100,000 people fought bravely in this valley and on the mountainside, or caught and killed, or besieged and killed in groups, only to kill the valley with rivers of blood and corpses like mountains.

However, with the help of the tea, the Han army was defeated by the moths and thieves, and gradually retreated to the valley.

"Brother, look!"

Liu Bei looked in the direction of Guan Yu's finger, and saw a sturdy and sturdy Han general at the bottom of the valley in the distance carrying a pot of arrows, opening the bow left and right, and the moths and thieves in front of him were hit by arrows and fell off their horses.

Of course, no matter how many arrows there are, they are only a pot, but people are as turbulent as the tide of the sea, and Nahan will soon be surrounded by several thieves.

Eighteen weapons, such as knives, forks, clubs, axes, hooks, and forks, flew all around the body, weaving a sharp silver net in front of them, and they were both dead and wounded when touched. The three-pointed and two-edged knife in the hand of the Han general danced vigorously, blocking left and right, and it was difficult to get rid of.

Behind the Han general was a column of torrent-like iron horses, rebellious and fierce. It was as if sharp arrows were rushing left and right in the midst of the heavy encirclement, and every few steps would take away a large number of yellow turban souls.

The Iron Rider is fast and brave, but unfortunately, the narrow Bright Moon Canyon is not conducive to the Iron Rider's performance at all. Soon, the torrent of iron riders was surrounded by many moth thieves, like paper kites with broken threads fluttering in the wind. Screams, roars, shouts, one after another.

A flag bearer held a banner and danced in all directions, roaring and waving in the crowd, and the four big characters of "Zhonglang Jiang Dong" were embroidered with iron and silver hooks on the flag, dancing with the wind, floating above the crowd like a cloud.

"Snort", a sharp arrow carrying a cold murderous aura, flashing through the air with a cold light, hitting the flag hand in front of the door.

The flag-bearer fell on his back under his horse, and the huge flagpole slammed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The flag-bearer howled like a lone wolf, struggled from the ground angrily, lifted the flagpole and hugged it tightly in his arms, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the flag, stained with blood, and a little red.

Although the flag is also broken, it is still fluttering like a cloud.

"Woooooo

A whistling sound filled the sky above the canyon, and more than a dozen sharp arrows dragged a long tail whistling, the long rainbow flew to the flag bearer like the sun, broke the chest and broke the back out, bringing up a stream of blood and rain sprinkled on the ground, like the peach blossom rain in the forest in April, tragic and poignant.

"Dong Zhuo is going to lose!"

The flag is down, the fighters are unpredictable, and the changes are ever-changing, and the main general is lost in the siege of the enemy, how to get the military order? Gallop through the canyon and shuttle thorns with an iron horse for a hundred miles in an instant, abandon the spirit of the iron horse and maneuver without using it, and exchange the blood of a knight for the remnants of a moth thief to be undefeated?

Liu Bei stood on the boulder and sighed leisurely in the cold wind of hunting on the top of the mountain. It's a pity, the iron rider like the wind, it's a pity, the unyielding standard-bearer!

The iron rider couldn't hear Liu Bei's sigh, and the flag bearer naturally couldn't hear Liu Bei's emotion, the flag bearer just held the bloody flag tightly and fell to the sky, the pole fell, and the flag fluttered and covered the face of the flag bearer.

"Dong Zhuo is dead!"

A long roar spread in all directions, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers shouted in unison with swords in their hands, like thunder, and rushed straight into the sky.

Of course, Dong Zhuo is not dead, he is just surrounded by the Yellow Turban Legion.

However, the red banner symbolizing the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty has been annihilated at the feet of the moth thieves, and the guns and swords in front of them are like a sea of people, how can the Han soldiers outside the formation be seen?

They only knew that the man was decisive in killing, and had led them to gallop to Longxi to defend Xiqiang, and had also led them to conquer and merge states, and won victory after victory.

That man is their handsome! That man is the spirit of their victory!

But now, they were told that the man was dead! If they die in the enemy camp in front of them, how will they achieve victory? The soldiers looked at each other, no longer believing in victory, only confusion.

The morale of the army is in turmoil!

The morale of the army is in turmoil!

"Knock knock!"

Another shocking drum sounded, and the large formation of the Yellow Turban Chinese Army suddenly separated to both sides, hundreds of war horses galloped to the front of the formation, and hundreds of Yellow Turban knights came out of the crowd naked.

In front of the battle, a person pressed a sword in his hand, tied a yellow scarf ribbon on his head, straddled a war horse lightly, and his long hair was scattered and his yellow robe fluttered, which was Zhang Jiao, the first Tiangong general of Taiping Daoqu, the lord of the yellow turban.

A person on the side held a big yellow flag, fluttering in the wind, scrolling up and down, and writing four big characters of "for the way of heaven", which was like a dragon.

The horses neighed, the people were solemn, and the flags were flying.

This is the Tiger Wolf Knight of the Yellow Turban Chinese Army, and this is the guard of General Tiangong!

Zhang Jiao may not be familiar with arranging troops to attack cities and villages, and he is not good at taking the head of a general in a million army, but Zhang Jiao is still the same Zhang Jiao, a stunning Zhang Jiao.

He used Zuo Feng to drive away Lu Zhi, who was steadily fighting step by step, and he used Dong Zhuo's earnest psychology to defeat Dong Zhuo in a row under Guangzong City, forcing him to fight a decisive battle in Mingyue Gorge, he showed the world his great reputation, and he also hid the sharp knife in his hand from the Han court.

Good steel must be used on the blade!

When attacking Nan Qi and Xia Quyang, he held the guards in his hands, and when he fought against Lu Zhi, he still endured the pain, and did not show the edge of the guards.

He knew that his uprising was too hasty, and he also knew that he needed more time to develop and consolidate his foundation, so he hid the sharp knife in his hand in the Yellow Turban Army, and he wanted to use it when he needed it most, and he wanted to use it when he needed it most, and he wanted to use it when he decided victory or defeat.

Now is the moment!

"The Han Emperor is like a Pixiu, and the high-ranking officials are like bandits. Heaven has not been in the way for a long time, today I Zhang Jiao asked Gong Xingtian to punish the way of heaven, kill all the dog thieves in the world, and return a bright and sunny day to all the people in the world. Brothers, are you ready? ”

"Ready!" The flag is like a cloud, and the sound of killing is shaking the sky.

"Kill!" Zhang Jiao shouted, Chengying sword waved violently, hundreds of tiger and wolf knights suddenly lifted the reins Jin Ge high, jumped down from the top of the mountain and rushed towards the Han army, brave as a bear, like a fierce tiger, in an instant.

The Han army's defense line had long been broken and torn apart. Losing the support of his brothers and camp behind him, the brave Han army could only turn into lambs to the slaughter in front of many Yellow Turban troops.

Seeing that the matter was not harmonious, the Han general slashed the enemy general in front of him under his horse with a single sword, pulled out his horse and rushed out, shouting: "Mingjin, withdraw the troops!" ”

"Dangdang!"

Listening to the crisp sound of drums and cymbals in the mountains, and looking at the Han army that was overwhelmed, Liu Bei tightened the double-strand sword in his hand, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Let's go, it's time for us to play!" ”

"Haha, don't hide it from my brother, my younger brother has been waiting impatiently!" Zhang Fei rubbed his hands and screamed, and looked at Liu Bei in astonishment, "Brother, didn't Lu Zhonglang say that this Dong Zhuo was mean and unkind before leaving, why do we still rescue this person?" ”

"Third brother, that day I saw Zhao Yun and Wang Li in the account of Huangfu Zhonglang General Zhao Yun and Wang Li were not as good as the weak crown, but the two of them aided Yang Zhai, burned Changshe, and broke the wave to Huang Shao in the forest, and their achievements were impressive, and they were already officials to Sima and Junhou.

Since the three of us brothers have been determined to support the Han family, but we are still white, how long will we wait if we don't catch up? What's more, it is not just Dong Zhuo who we want to rescue, but the soldiers of my Han Dynasty and the foundation of my Han Dynasty! ”

Liu Bei sighed, and then said, "Second brother, third brother, now Dong Zhuo's army is in danger, but the moth thief is nothing more than an imposing soldier, and its combat power equipment and military quality are still weaker than that of the Han army.

Here are the mountains and valleys, the terrain is rugged, the moth thieves have few war horses, and the power is becoming more and more exhausted after a long time. Second brother and third brother, each of you will lead 500 troops and horses on both sides of the mountain, and wait for the middle road to attack, and then the foolish brother will cover up and kill, and the moth thief will be defeated! ”

……

The wind is strong, and it is still cold.

Facing the cold wind of cutting his face, listening to the screams coming out from time to time behind him, Dong Zhuo felt a chill in his heart, one moment he was still pointing at the country and scolding Fang Xuan, and the next moment he was already defeated.

He never thought he would fall to the moth thief, and he never thought he would be so embarrassed. So he sent Xu Rong to the capital early to act as a messenger for himself, Zhang Rang, and Zhao Zhong.

There are only a few powerful generals around him, Niu Fu, Li Dao, Guo Yan and Duan Xuan, and it is not a problem to rush into the camp to fight and kill, but they can make suggestions and arrange troops, how can they get three or four points from Xu Rong? If Xu Rong was here, how could he be defeated today? How can you lose?

Dong Zhuo's heart is like a drop of blood, it is his iron cavalry with a strong personal mark, originally he also expected to rely on this team to sit firmly in the position of Zhonglang general, beat Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun to become the first general of the Han Dynasty, and then take advantage of the situation to guide the country.

Unfortunately, in today's defeat, his cavalry has been torn apart.

As long as he is still there, there will be the rest, more and more Bingzhou Iron Cavalry, Longxi Iron Cavalry and even Xiliang Iron Cavalry, the wind is no longer cold, but his heart is warm again.

Dong Zhuo pumped the war horse under his crotch vigorously, the front is Quzhou County, Guangping County, as long as he crosses the mountain in front of him, and borrows one or two soldiers and horses in Guangping County, he will still be able to regain his strength and make a comeback!

He had seen hope, and hope was on the other side of the mountain!

"Boom!"

There were several loud sounds of landslides and ground cracks in the valley behind him, the ground shook violently, and the war horse under his crotch screamed, and before Dong Zhuo could adjust his posture, his huge body had been thrown to the ground like a stone bullet.

Damn, is this God going to kill me!

Dong Zhuo let out a long sigh and hurriedly got up, but saw that Niu Fu, Dong Yue, Duan Xuan and others had already stood with their swords on their sides, and their faces showed surprise and excitement, and they hurriedly looked back, only to see that the road was full of dust and mist, and the mud and sand were falling.

On both sides of the mountainside, there were shouts of killing, and in the meantime, the torrent of boulders and horizontal trees rolled down from the mountainside, and the trees were cut off at the waist, and the bushes were powdered.

The momentum is like a thunderbolt for nine days, and the power is like a hundred-year storm flying sand and rocks!

The fleeing Han army was smashed into meatloaf before they had time to dodge, but more of them were surging moth thieves chasing soldiers, screaming and dodging under the boulders and rolling logs.

However, the canyon is like a crescent moon, the road is like a sheep's intestine, and there is no place for thousands of troops to move and flicker, nor a place for thousands of people to gallop. In an instant, thousands of people were lost in the torrent.

"Buzz!"

A long roar of horns, thousands of Han soldiers suddenly appeared on the mountainside on both sides, the flag fluttered, the scales were cold, shining in the sunlight, and the first two generals stood proudly with their waist swords.

The man led by the left army was nine feet up, the green parrot robe moved with the wind, and a green dragon broadsword stood at his side, resembling a glaive, with the blade exposed, and a little cold light under the sun; The leader on the right side is more than eight feet, the long black cloak is flying because of the momentum, and a spear of eight snakes is held horizontally on the chest, like a poisonous snake, the cold light is flashing, and the silver light in the crowd is shining.

Seeing that the momentum of the moth thief was gradually dying, the two of them shouted in unison, and the horses galloped straight down the mountain, and the soldiers under their command blocked the valley mouth and fought fiercely with the moth thief.

The two of them were extremely brave, and they were a man who was not open, and they saw the blood spear and spear at the place of the shot, and within a moment, more than a dozen moth thief generals were chopped under the horse, and tens of thousands of moth thief forward battalions were forced to advance and retreat.

"These two people's martial arts and soldiers are extraordinary, do you know who this is?"

Dong Zhuo shook the dust off his body, looked back at the left and right generals in surprise, and saw that Niu Fu and the others were silent, and he snorted secretly in his heart and was about to go crazy.

I saw a group of people and horses flash out at the foot of the mountain again, and the man led by a red horse in his crotch, holding a pair of double-strand swords, shouted: "Fight the snake and hit the seven inches, capture the thief and capture the king first, the second brother, the third brother, quickly capture the flag and kill the general, and be prepared!" ”

The three teams of men and horses rushed into the Yellow Turban Formation like an iron stream, only to see the flags fluttering in the dust and smoke, and thousands of men were already able to withstand the Yellow Turban Army.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

After all, Dong Zhuo is an expert in the use of soldiers, and when he conquered the Xiqiang Prefecture in Longxi and the state, how could he be good at it! Seeing that the moth thief was coming, he immediately shouted: "Xiqiang boy, North School boy, do you still care about the things under your crotch?" And kill me back, in the name of my big man! ”

Thousands of iron horsemen and more than 10,000 northern troops are all good men in the army, where can they endure the defeat of the battle array, and they are desperate to die in all directions, and when they hear the sound, the golden blade in their hands turns over and goes back with Dong Zhuo like a whirlwind.

This fierce battle was killed from noon to unitary time, only Zhang Jiao was defeated and lost, and he retreated again and again, retreating more than 50 miles, until he retreated to the bottom of Guangzong City, and three or four of the 100,000 yellow scarves had been stopped.

Listening to the noisy sighs in the tent, looking at the lonely bright moon in the sky, Zhang Jiao also felt the same bleak and lonely in his heart, those old brothers Ma Yuanyi and Bo Cai, who had pointed out the country and preached in all directions, were either torn apart in the city or died in battle, and no one around him could talk to him, talk about the world, and enter his heart.

Bocai was defeated and the Yellow Turban on the East Road was destroyed, and the strength of Yingchuan was beyond the reach of the whip, so he had to use the inner line of the DPRK to drive away Lu Zhi with Zuo Feng, as long as Dong Zhuo was taken again, Jizhou would no longer have the power to balance his own strength, and then regain the giant deer, stabilize the hearts of the people and the army, and then seek an opportunity to go south to Guangping and Wei County, and go west to Changshan and Zhao, and sit in Jizhou to look at and Yanyu, and the big thing can still be done.

It's a pity that seeing that Dong Zhuo's demise was imminent, a few wild men who came out of nowhere interrupted the general's deployment with a few knives and extinguished the general's ambition! Sitting on 100,000 elite soldiers but trapped in a lonely city, where is the road of the yellow turban?

Mingyue didn't understand the meaning, how could Mingyue have been according to the old people. Zhang Jiao looked at the lonely moon and sighed leisurely, a mouthful of blood sprayed outside the tent, this is not a crime of war, it is really heaven wants to forget me!

……

Zhang Jiao vomited blood to admire the moon reward, but Liu Bei took advantage of the bright moon to march quickly.

Under the bright moon, the corpses of the bright moon gorge are all over the field, and the wind is gusting. Liu Bei's heart also blew a gust of wind, and this Dong Zhuo was really as his teacher said. The three brothers sacrificed their lives to save each other, but they rescued a white-eyed wolf, just because the three of them did not have an official position, they looked at each other differently, and the words were mostly impatient, and the life-saving grace and the power of helping the war in the Mingyue Gorge have been completely forgotten! Looking at the white tent not far away, Liu Bei only felt that his eyes were dirty, and his heart was as cold as water!

It really is:

In the Mingyue Gorge to save thousands of troops, the general was gracious and cold.

Human snobbery is ancient and modern, who is a hero with a white body?