Yang Fenghuan saw that there were more than 200 soldiers and horses, dozens of cavalry, and many archers, and there were only more than 60 soldiers left under his command, all of whom were wounded, so it was really not suitable to continue the fierce battle.

"Let's go!"

So he held back his breath, turned around and left.

"It's a character!" Mu Jing frowned slightly, he wanted to leave this Yellow Turban General completely, the one who can endure what ordinary people can't bear is the one who becomes a big thing, this Yang Feng is a little dangerous.

"Less in charge!" Zhao Ping felt Mu Jing's killing intent, his body leaned down slightly, and his eyes looked at Mu Jing.

"Forget it!"

Mu Jing thought about it, now is not the time to tear his face after all: "Let them go!" ”

"Hurry up, speed up, don't stop behind!"

Yang Feng also seemed to feel Mu Jing's entanglement of wanting to kill or not, so he led his troops out of ten miles away in one breath and fled for his life in a hurry.

"Yang Shuai, the sons are very tired, do you want to stop and take a rest?"

"No, if Mu Jing, the little rabbit cub, changes his mind and insists on helping the Taiping Holy Maiden to deal with us, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of Nanyang!"

"Yang Shuai, no matter how rampant Mu Jing is, he is just a yellow-mouthed child, but he is relying on the momentum of Mushan to oppress us, but he probably doesn't dare not be afraid of our Qu Shuai, so he shouldn't continue to deal with us, the sons and daughters have been rushing and fighting for a day and a night since before, and they are really tired!"

"Then stop and rest for half an hour!"

"No!"

Fighting fiercely in a row, and hurrying north, these soldiers from the Yellow Turban in Hedong were really tired and couldn't walk much, so they stopped next to a small river to rest.

"Mu Jing, hum, don't be rampant, the day when Qu Shuai leads the army south, it will be the day you and I will meet again, and one day I will repay all today's shame on you!"

Yang Feng sat on a stone by the river, took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and took a breath, but when he thought that the young man was so arrogant in front of him, it was actually more than Guo Tai, and he couldn't breathe, which made him a little ashamed, and more ashamed.

"Yang Shuai, we have twenty-seven brothers who died, all of whom died under the piercing heart of the Taiping Hook!" A middle-aged man with a pale face, a wound on his arm, and a very depressed expression.

"It's still a small Taiping Guard!"

When Yang Feng heard this, his teeth were almost crushed.

Although they relied on the large number of people to kill the Taiping Divine Guard, they also paid a heavy price, and they chased and killed all the way, and it took at least four or five lives to exchange for the life of a Taiping Divine Guard.

This trip they lost their wife and soldiers, and the brothers they brought suffered heavy casualties, and the saint was not caught, so he didn't know how to face Mrs. Guo.

"Yang Shuai, Qu Shuai is about to get into trouble, he told him a thousand times, he must invite the saint to sit in Baibo Valley, in order to unite the hearts of the Yellow Turban army in the world, now there is no saint in the town, is it just going back?" A confidant general asked in a low voice, his voice was a little unwilling,

"If you don't go back like this, what else do you want?"

Yang Feng glanced at his henchman who came up, and said: "The reason why Mujing Xiao'er is rampant is because he is behind Mushan, just one Mushan is not something we can deal with, that is to say, we faced that formation just now, the people of the Taiping Divine Guard Army were pulling us inside, and hundreds of them were shooting arrows outside, and ten thousand arrows pierced through the heart, can we still get out?" ”

"But ......"

A few of his subordinates still shuddered when they thought about it, but they were still a little unconvinced that so many brothers and sons had died and returned empty-handed.

"Qu Shuai, why don't you go to Runan to borrow troops?"

"Runan?"

Yang Feng sneered: "Liu Pi and Gong Du are all ambitious people, even if they are willing to borrow troops and help us rob the Taiping Holy Maiden, in the end, will they hand it over to us?" ”

When several people heard this, they looked at each other, which is something to worry about.

"I know what you are worried about and what you want to say, but you have to remember that the so-called Taiping Holy Maiden is actually not so important in my heart, even if there is no her, we can oppose the court!" Yang Feng stretched out his hand, pressed his confidant, and said in a deep voice.

This time, Mrs. Guo and them have been preparing for several years, since the death of the great sage and good teacher, they immediately stopped moving, and only then did they save a lot of strength, so that they would not be killed like Yingchuan Nanyang, and in the past few years, they have been hiding in the Baibo Valley to accumulate strength, waiting for this day.

If you can support the puppet of the Taiping Holy Maiden, it will naturally be better to unite the army's heart.

After all, the yellow scarf in the world, in terms of orthodoxy, is the only person, and that is the Holy Maiden of Taiping.

But even if they didn't, with Mrs. Guo's influence in Hedong now, it would not affect their uprising.

"I'm afraid that Qu Shuai will blame Guo Shuai!"

A young man thought for a moment and whispered.

"If we don't do things well, it's inevitable that Qu Shuai will blame, but Qu Shuai also understands people, Nanyang is Mushan's territory after all!" When Yang Feng heard this, he smiled slightly bitterly and sighed: "Fortunately, it was not Mushan who came this time, otherwise I am afraid that we would not have our lives to come out!" ”

He was still glad that Mushan didn't show up in person, otherwise they wouldn't have come out so well this time.

"That's right!"

Everyone nodded.

"Forget it!"

Yang Feng said in a deep voice: "We have done a mess of the matter of the Holy Maiden, I will personally think of Qu Shuai to ask for the guilt, now we still hurry up and leave Nanyang, there is always a little unsafe in Nanyang for a day, and the second is that twenty-seven is not far away, we must rush back before this!" ”

"No!"

Everyone received the order, drank some water, took out a few bites of dry food, and replenished their strength, and then continued to rush towards Yuzhou, preparing to return to Hedong from Yuzhou.

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Jingping Village.

Martyr's Hall.

In an elegant side room, the Holy Maiden of Peace knelt on the side, the cloak on her head was removed, but she was always wearing a white veil, and her peerless face was like a shadow, which could arouse a lot of male hormones.

She is very calm at this moment, and her heart, which has always been a little tense, has relaxed a lot since she entered Jingping Village.

"Uncle Huo, how are our casualties?"

"With me, and two brothers who were rescued from the pile of dead, there are only eleven people left!" Zhang Huo knelt beside him, the scars on his body had been bandaged by Lang Zhong in the village, but his internal strength was disordered, and his face was hardly pale.

"It's my fault!"

The bitter voice of the saint in the white dress sounded as crisp as a yellow warbler.

In the battle of that year, the Taiping Divine Guard was already dead, and only thirty or forty people survived, and in order to protect him over the years, he was killed and wounded repeatedly, and now there are eleven Taiping Divine Guards left, and they are dead in name.

"The mission of the Taiping Divine Guard is to protect the Holy Maiden, this is our duty!"

Zhang Huo shook his head.

"Uncle Huo, do you have any impression of Mushan?" The girl in the white dress asked suddenly.

She had already expected to die in Nanyang, but she didn't expect Nanyang Yellow Turban to respect her so much, and sent troops to save her at any cost.

"We've met once!"

Zhang Huo said: "He is Zhang Mancheng's confidant and personal guard, but it is difficult to be low-key, and his reputation in the Yellow Turban Army is not very strong, because he rarely leads troops, and has always been just a personal guard by Zhang Mancheng's side, but his martial arts are first-class, the most dazzling, is the attack on Wancheng Campaign, crazy as a cow, rampage, three hammers to break the city, even if the great sage and good teacher listened, but also shouted, this is my Yellow Turban fierce general!" ”