"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

Thousands of Yellow Turban rebels poured forward like a tidal wave, and these people, who were once just ordinary people, were now full of fanaticism, and they were not afraid of death to rush to the official army. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Shouts of killing, howls and wails before death...

No one knew how many people were fighting, no one knew exactly how many people were dying, everyone fell into madness, almost desperate madness. The crazy and desperate faces have also become the truest portrayal of this troubled world...

"Why hasn't General Huangfu's reinforcements arrived yet!" Seeing the crisis of the situation, Qu Chang, who led the army, couldn't help but panic, as if he didn't pay attention to the contemptuous gaze that glanced at the soldiers around him while fighting to the death.

It is precisely because this person did not listen to the dissuasion of his subordinates and insisted on advancing that he fell into the ambush of the Yellow Turban, and now he is under siege. If it weren't for the possibility of reinforcements arriving, I was afraid that the surrounding officers and soldiers would be the first to cut him.

At this moment, a Yellow Turban rebel rushed to the front position, and the long knife in his hand slashed fiercely, but before the blade fell, more than a dozen spears had already stabbed his body.

Looking at the yellow turban that was pierced like a hedgehog, the officer closest to him exhaled, intending to pull out the spear, but the yellow scarf who didn't want to be stabbed struggled to look at him. The officer and soldier knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly flashed back, but it was too late. The cold flashed, a long knife slashed at his neck, blood splashed, looking at the officers and soldiers who fell one step ahead of him, the yellow scarf smiled miserably. “…… Earned one..."

Before the words fell, the yellow scarf had been annoyed by the officer next to him and cut off his head.

Seeing that those Yellow Turban rebels were not afraid of death, and even rushed to the array as if they were actively begging for death, the previous Qu Chang couldn't help but tremble his lips. "Aren't these guys crazy..."

Crazy? Perhaps...

They had already gone crazy when they watched their loved ones starve to death and there was nothing they could do about it...

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand...

Do they really believe in the Taiping?

They are just intending to overthrow this tyrannical and unkind Han Dynasty!

If the tyrant symbolizes the heavens, then they will overthrow even the heavens!

As for death? What is there to fear about death for those who have gone mad...

If it weren't for the fact that the Yellow Turban rebels were not good at cooperating, and the armor was incomplete, many of them even used spears sharpened with wooden sticks as weapons, which were not as complete as the armor of the officers and soldiers, I am afraid that these hundreds of officers and soldiers would have been wiped out long ago. Even so, the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable.

Unlike the official army, perhaps because victory was in sight, the atmosphere on the side of the Yellow Turban Army not far away was much warmer.

It's just that neither the officers nor the Yellow Turban Army seem to have noticed that on the hillside not far away, there are a few horsemen and horses staring in the direction of this side.

Seeing that the situation of the official army was becoming more and more crisis, one of the strong men couldn't help but say. "This group of officers and soldiers can't help fighting, but it's just more than a thousand yellow scarves..."I saw that this strong man was eight feet tall, his face was dark, and his expression was slightly fierce, although he was wearing simple armor, he still couldn't hide the explosive muscles under the armor.

There was also a young man beside him, who was a little worse than the strong man, but also looked extremely strong.

In the middle of the two, the young man who was surrounded by him shook his head slightly when he heard this. "You can't say that, after all, the number of yellow turbans is more than three or four times that of the officers and soldiers, and they are not afraid of death, and the officers and soldiers below can hold out until now they are considered well-trained..."

It's just that when he looked down, his expression was slightly dazed.

"Is this the real troubled times..."

For him, who was originally just a small citizen, the Three Kingdoms are no strangers, after all, even if there are no well-known stories, but a novel, coupled with a TV series that has endured for many years, is enough to make Yan Shao deeply impressed by this legendary history that has affected China and even the whole of Northeast Asia. What's more, before he crossed over, he played those Three Kingdoms games almost every day.

Because of this, when he traveled to this era, he didn't return to his soul for more than a month, so that his current family members in this body thought that he had fallen into evil, and even almost recruited Taiping Dao, which was already a little large-scale in Qingzhou at that time. Fortunately, he quickly adapted to everything here, so that he would not drink the talisman water of Taiping Dao.

And the first thing he did after he came back to his senses was to search for the heroes who had left his life in history, just as he did when he first played the Three Kingdoms game.

And the two people who accompanied him were the result of his actions.

Maybe he is not a super-first-class general, but he has also left his name in history...

It's just that with these two people by his side, Yan Shao's expression is still a little dazed.

Although since the start of the army, they have also defeated several strands of yellow scarves on the road, and even Yan Shao's hands are stained with some blood, but where can it be compared to what is in front of them...

The scene in front of him made him deeply understand that this was no longer his original world, but a real troubled era, an era in which heroes rose together...

It's just that in Yan Shao's heart, instead of the slightest fear, a little excitement rose...

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Although the red eyes have been killed below, but the officials and soldiers are just that, those yellow turbans are not blind, there are a few horsemen peeping there on the far hillside, how can they turn a blind eye.

Looking at the figures in the distance, Lei Yuan said to his side. "Qian Lang, I'll give you a battalion of men and horses to go up and explore the truth..."

"Yes!" With both hands clenched into fists, a small leader beside Lei Yuan commanded.

Seeing Qian Lang leading hundreds of men and horses to meet him, Lei Yuan's expression was slightly solemn, he was not completely unscrupulous, how could he not see the weirdness in it.

Qian Lang didn't know the concerns in Lei Yuan's heart, but before he reached the hillside, he saw a ride coming towards him.

Riding forward, Qian Lang pointed his gun at the comer. "Who are you, give your name!"

However, when he heard Qian Lang's words, the man did not answer, as if he had not heard. Being ignored like this, Qian Lang was furious, and looked sideways slightly, and there was already a small leader under his command who challenged forward.

The little leader yelled, 'Death to the horseman,' and stabbed him with his gun.

Seeing that someone rode forward alone, the man smiled cruelly and rode his horse to rush up.

Before the spear stabbed it, they saw a cold flash, the spear turned into two, everyone saw a ball of blood raised, the body of the leader had flown upside down, fell to the ground motionless, everyone gasped, but heard the man holding the ring-headed broadsword, Le Ma roared.

"Lao Tzu is the Qingzhou Guanhai, who dares to come up and send him to death!"