Although it is May, the summer in Quyang County is a little late.

The blood-colored remnant sun slanted westward, the figures outside the city were depressed, and a pungent smell of blood permeated the battlefield.

Shortly after the end of a great battle, only corpses and blackened blood were left on the battlefield.

Liu Zheng skillfully picked up the head of a corpse with a steel knife, and then made up for it, completely ending the corpse that still had some breath on the ground.

Among the people he killed, there were former robes, and there were also enemies who had just been together and fought for their lives.

But no matter what their identity is, Liu Zheng just wants to end their suffering as soon as possible.

There is no possibility of curing the remnants of their kind in this era of war, and even if there is, no one can cure them at this time.

Liu Zheng once again ended the life of an official soldier, this time he did not move his footsteps, but squatted down, stripped off the leather armor on the official soldier's body, and then changed it for himself.

In this troubled world, there is only one way to protect yourself, and that is to make yourself stronger.

Although he was wearing the uniform of the officer, it was not a problem, as long as he had a yellow turban on his head, his teammates would be able to tell if he was friend or foe.

That's right, they are the Yellow Turbans. The Yellow Turban Army that caused chaos in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

Liu Zheng is not from this era, and he doesn't even know how he got here.

I only remember that more than half a month ago, on a thunderstorm night, he hid at home to play the Three Kingdoms game, and suddenly the power went out, and when he came to his senses again, he had already reached this era.

This chaotic era when the heroes rose together and the princes competed for hegemony.

This year was the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, 184 AD.

Liu Zheng sadly found that his luck was not very good, and the place he came to was Jizhou, the most vicious place in the Yellow Turban Army.

Knowing that the old ghost Zhang Jiao would die of illness in a short time, and Liu Zheng, who would be suppressed within a few months of the Yellow Turban Army's uprising, was naturally impossible to join the Yellow Turban Army, so he was unwilling to bury these Yellow Turban Army.

But with excitement, he went to take refuge in the official army, wanting to show his royal spirit, lead the official army to fight bravely to kill the enemy, make meritorious achievements, and achieve great achievements.

was almost killed by a group of unscrupulous and greedy officials and soldiers as yellow turban thieves.

In this brutal era, when these officers and soldiers saw that Liu Zheng was alone, they had evil intentions, and they only needed to kill Liu Zheng as a yellow turban thief, and such a head was a lot of bounty.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Feng, the commander of Xiaoqu of the Yellow Turban Army, led people to kill him, and the officers and soldiers were so frightened that they fled, Liu Zheng would have died a long time ago.

However, because of this, Liu Zheng was forced to join the Yellow Turban Army, which he was extremely reluctant to join.

Became the lowest-ranking miscellaneous soldier in the Yellow Turban Army.

Yang Feng is a subordinate of the Yellow Turban Army's Daqu Shuai Bocai, who recently defeated Zhu Jun, one of the three major Zhonglang generals, and then besieged Huangfu Song, one of the three Zhonglang generals, in Changshe, which made the Yellow Turban Army rebel and morale shocked.

Yang Feng received Bocai's order and asked him to quickly bring people over to support, so that he could wipe out the three major Zhonglang generals in one fell swoop and severely defeat the prestige of the Han court.

In just half a month, Yang Feng rushed from only five or six hundred soldiers and horses to a powerful army with seven thousand parts.

7,000 people, looking at the current garrisons of the major cities, there are not 5,000 people.

Even the three major lieutenant generals sent by the imperial court to quell the rebellion had only 40,000 men under their command.

As long as Yang Feng is given a few months, Yang Feng is confident that he will gather an army of 200,000 people, and when the time comes, it will sweep the world, just around the corner.

"Brothers, it's not early, it's not far from Changshe here, we will clean up the battlefield, and we will go directly to meet with Bocai Daqu Shuai."

Yang Feng was full of pride, glanced at the thousands of soldiers and horses behind him, he had just experienced a big battle, and after a small victory, he had already begun to plan for his future, fantasizing about the days of splitting the earth and sealing the king.

But Liu Zheng, who was standing beside Yang Feng, was not optimistic.

After more than half a month of continuous fighting, he was no longer the little miscellaneous soldier who joined the Yellow Turban Army at the beginning, but relied on military merits and was promoted to become a personal soldier by Yang Feng's side.

Liu Zheng vaguely remembered that in the battle of Changshe, although Bocai won a complete victory, not only defeated Zhu Jun, but also trapped Huangfu Song, but he did not always have an advantage.

It didn't take long for Huangfu Song to set fire and after converging Cao Cao's reinforcements, he defeated Bocai's army in a big way.

Although Bocai escaped, the morale of the army plummeted, and the rout of the Yellow Turban Uprising also began at that time.

Right now, Yang Feng led people over to support Bocai, Liu Zheng knew that most of the time he was sent to death, but Liu Zheng was just a personal soldier, and he was not qualified to give Yang Feng advice at all.

Liu Zheng could not escape from Yang Feng's men.

Escaping from the battlefield and being caught is also a capital offense.

Yang Feng led a group of people and began to move in the direction of Changshe, and not long after, he heard a slight shaking sound from the ground.

The spies in front looked far away, and soon found that in front of Yang Feng's army, a long black line appeared, squirming rapidly.

The black lines on the horizon were gradually getting bigger, and the dull and loud sound of the horn came from a distance.

"Enemy attack! It's the enemy! ”

I don't know who it is, so I roared loudly, which immediately made the dull Yellow Turban Army restless.

The black line is getting thicker and thicker, and the speed of progress is getting faster and faster.

As he approached, the trembling touch of the earth became stronger and stronger, and the sound of the trampling of the war horses was like thunder, rumbling.

The faces of all the Yellow Turban Army changed at this time.

This voice, no matter how stupid a person is, already knows whether the enemy in front of him is a cavalry or a large number of cavalry.

When the cavalry rushing to the forefront raised the banner fluttering in the wind, everyone could clearly see the belonging of this cavalry.

When a huge Cao embroidered on the battle flag appeared in front of Liu Zheng, the somewhat indifferent heart that had been consumed by the battle for half a month also beat violently.

Cao?

Cao Cao!

Cao Cao, who supported Huangfu Song, came.

Cao Cao, who rushed to the front, raised his long sword, and the war horse under his crotch rushed quickly, and hundreds of tigers and leopards scattered left and right, following him like a shadow.

A huge number of cavalry, invaded like fire, swept by the wind, with the power of shattering everything, and pounced on the Yellow Turban Army led by Yang Feng.

With the cavalry's attack, the earth trembled for bursts, and the roar caused by thousands of war horses knocking on the earth made these tiger and leopard horses led by Cao Cao burn around the raging fighting spirit.

"Kill!"

A shout like death had taken its life, detonating the enthusiasm of these cavalrymen.