In less than three days, Lu Zhuo and others arrived at the boundary of Zhongshan.

"Huh?"

was resting on a hillside, Lu Zhuo found a group of people wrapped in yellow turbans down the mountain, Lu Zhuo waved his hand, and gestured to everyone behind him, and there was a sudden silence behind him.

Wu Anguo and Zhou Cang also leaned over.

"Lord, it's a yellow scarf."

After only two glances, Zhou Cang made a judgment with certainty.

Lu Zhuo said, "Although they have yellow scarves wrapped around their heads, but, in my opinion, nine times out of ten, this should be Zhang Yan's Black Mountain Army." ”

Zhou Cang nodded, "The lord is reasonable, on the way here, we have encountered several such yellow scarves, it should be Zhang Yan's Black Mountain Army, as far as I know, although Zhang Yan has millions of soldiers, but the team below is uneven, very chaotic, there are yellow scarves, there are bandits, there are grass bandits, in this Jizhou, Taihang area, most of the yellow turbans and bandits have joined Zhang Yan's banner, and many poor people who can't eat have also voluntarily defected to Zhang Yan, but the descendants who really belong to Zhang Yan are afraid that they are not even 100,000. ”

"Oh?"

Lu Zhuo couldn't help but light up when he heard Zhou Cang's words.

According to historical records, Zhang Yan's Montenegrin Army, after the Yellow Turban Uprising, in just a few years, soared rapidly, swept through Bingzhou, Jizhou, Youzhou, and became the overlord of the court who did not dare to underestimate it.

Everyone knows that Zhang Yan can't really submit to the imperial court, these years, the Montenegrin army is still everywhere to plunder, poison the Quartet, the people north of the Yellow River, suffer deeply, the court is unable to levy, can only turn a blind eye, pretending not to know.

Zhang Yan became more and more arrogant, this time Yuan Shao and Gongsun Zhan had a fierce battle, and Zhang Yan also wanted to take the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

It's just that because the New Year is approaching, the weather is getting colder, the temperature drops sharply, and it is not suitable for raising troops to fight, first, second, Zhang Yan has always been cunning, and he also wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, although he has fought with Yuan Jun a few times, but it is more of a temptation and deterrence, in fact, Zhang Yan has never made up his mind to fight a decisive battle with Yuan Shao.

Just two days ago, Zhang Yan got the news that Gongsun Zan had been killed, and Zhang He and Lu Zhuo were leading troops to support Changshan, so Zhang Yan hurriedly assembled the three armies.

His team, many and chaotic, is composed of countless small groups of bandits and bandits, at first glance, it looks like a mass of loose sand, the team of people and horses that Lu Zhuo encountered is only one of them, for Zhang Yan, it is just a drop in the bucket.

However, Lu Zhuo keenly seized the opportunity, the Black Mountain army under the mountain, the number of people was less than 2,000, Lu Zhuo waved his hand, and decisively ordered, "Brothers, prepare to act." ”

Lu Zhuo gave an order and quickly attacked, although there were only five hundred people in the Flying Tiger Battalion, but they were all elite soldiers with one as ten, and this Black Mountain Army, there were less than 100 people wearing armor, and many people had weapons in their hands, all kinds of weapons, knives, forks and sticks, messy, and even some carried hoes, door bolts, half of a wooden stick, and everything, such a chaotic Montenegrin army, its combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Lu Zhuo really attacked, and the Flying Tiger battalion rushed to the bottom of the mountain with only a blink of an eye.

Without waiting for the Montenegrin army to understand what was going on, Lu Zhuo pulled out a steel knife, rushed to a Montenegrin army, and slashed angrily, the blade flashed, and a bloody human head suddenly flew into the air.

Without waiting for the dead body to fall to the ground, Lu Zhuo killed the next one, Zhou Cang, Wu Anguo, Lei Hu, Zhao Jia, everyone, brandishing knives and guns, like wolves and tigers, chirping, poof, poof, it was simply a one-sided massacre, just one face, the Montenegrin army fell hundreds of people.

Wang Dang, the leader of the Montenegrin army, came back to his senses and hurriedly shouted, "Don't mess up, don't mess up, prepare to meet the enemy!" ”

As soon as he raised the big knife, with a whoosh, the cold arrow suddenly shot in, only to listen, when there was a loud sound, and then look at the knife in Wang Dang's hand, it had already flown out, and it was Ma Long, a marksman in the Flying Tiger Battalion.

"This..."

Wang Dang was stunned, Lu Zhuo led people to rush straight towards him, and the grassroots straw bags were not ambiguous, and everyone embraced Lu Zhuo's side, covering up all the way.

The Black Mountain Army that was blocking them suddenly fell down in pieces, but Wang Dang was stunned, he was riding on a horse, the target was too obvious, and he was targeted by Lu Zhuo early in the morning.

"Catch him alive, don't kill him."

If it weren't for Lu Zhuo's reminder, the grass roots and straw bales that rushed to the front would have to tie Wang Dang into a hornet's nest.

"You come down for me."

The grassroots came closer, shook a knife, and when Wang Dang was dodging to the side, he grabbed Wang Dang's ankle and dragged it down.

Wang Dang sighed, suddenly fell off the horse, and was just about to get up, Sixi and Dou Ding held down his arm left and right, and the straw bag also slammed his waist and hugged Wang Dang's legs.

His hands and feet were restrained, and no matter how Wang Dang struggled, it was useless, but when Lu Zhuo came closer, he couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this scene.

"I just let you catch him alive, it's good for you, you don't even use a blade, and you don't hurt a single cold hair."

After capturing Wang Dang, the Black Mountain army was leaderless and even more chaotic, and in less than half an hour, they were all killed by the Flying Tiger Battalion.

Why didn't Lu Zhuo recruit surrendered troops?

Because, next, Lu Zhuo wants to mix into the team of the Montenegrin Army, with the surrender troops, once someone is not tight, it is easy to have an accident, anyway, the Montenegrin Army is like a pot of porridge, the number of people is small, and it will not arouse suspicion, Lu Zhuo wants to hold Wang Dang hostage and lead the Flying Tiger Battalion to pretend to be Wang Dang's team.

After a while, his team was killed cleanly, but Wang Dang was stunned, and after the battle, less than twenty people in the Flying Tiger Battalion were wounded, and none of them died.

In this battle, there is no suspense, five hundred elite soldiers deal with a group of unruly people, the blade of the Flying Tiger Battalion is sharp enough, the blade is pointed at, and the blocker is invincible!

Seeing Lu Zhuo rushing towards him, Wang Dang hurriedly shouted for mercy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me." ”

Next, Lu Zhuo led all the people to change the uniforms of the Black Mountain Army, and the armor on their bodies was also hidden in the mountains, and everyone turned into crooked bandits and untidy bandits.

Lu Zhuo called everyone closer and admonished, "Remember, we are now the Black Mountain Army, and we are not allowed to show my feet." ”

"My lord..."

Wu Anguo said, "But our body is not like ah, they are all like gelding chickens and dead dogs, either thin as wood, or staggering and not waking up, look at the spirit of our Flying Tiger Battalion, it is a world of difference." ”