There was no solemnity and silence in front of the Golden Palace, but chaos, chaotic armies fighting, and soldiers coming and going. Even in this palace, there is no escape from the troubled times.

"Stride, stomp!"

The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, and the several rows of soldiers of the Xiliang Army couldn't stop the ghost-like figure at all, and the halberd blade on the red horseback broke through the soldiers and rushed towards the chariot.

And the trapping army that rushed behind the red horse completely disrupted the already chaotic military formation, and the Xiliang army that was scattered in all directions completely lost its numerical advantage.

Dong Zhuo couldn't sit still any longer, the beard on his face trembled, and he reached out and pulled out the halberd in the car. The battle situation at this time was not in his favor, but he was also a general of Xiliang Town, and he was not afraid of Lu Bu.

The trapping is a brave army, and it is decisive to rush into battle, and with Lu Bu's unstoppable bravery, there are indeed few formations that cannot be rushed.

If you want to win this battle, you must first defeat that little child.

The green tendons in his hand holding the halberd were flushed, and Dong Zhuo stood up from the frame, and it could be said that his huge body made the carriage and horses sway slightly.

Dong Zhuo's face smiled hideously, and the halberd was raised high and waved the sound of breaking the wind.

Even before the disadvantaged situation, this murderer is still the same, he is also relying on this ferocity to subdue Xiliang, but unfortunately Chang'an and Xiliang are different after all.

"Good to come first! Take me a slap too! Dong Zhuo shouted with a cruel smile, and Lu Bu had already rushed in front of him.

"Death to the national thief!!"

The two-man-tall halberds swung up and seemed to fall at the same time.

"Bang!"

The halberd landed on Lu Bu's chest, breaking through the armor, but in the end, it was a little less powerful to cut it in. And Fang Tianhald had already pierced out, piercing Dong Zhuo's body.

Thick blood was left along the lines on Fang Tian's halberd, dripping on the car driver one by one, and the sound of dripping blood was faint in the chaos.

Blood splattered on the lavishly decorated curtains and brocade seats, and the red was eye-catching.

"Ho." The halberd fell out of his hand.

The ferocity in Dong Zhuo's eyes did not recede at all, he held the Fang Tian halberd that pierced him in his chest, took half a step back, and raised his head to look at Lu Bu.

"Ho." With a gasp, Dong Zhuo suddenly laughed and said, "National thief? ”

The expression on his face was slightly distorted.

The voice was hoarse, and the way he spoke looked difficult, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but the fierce eyes still made people dare not look directly.

"There are countless mediocre people in the world, how many people can be called national thieves, huh?"

He asked, smiling fiercely and slowly raising his hand and pointing at Lu Bu.

"You can't, the princes can't, I can."

Lu Bu didn't speak, and suddenly withdrew his Fang Tian halberd.

Dong Zhuo lost his center, his body shook, and finally fell on the car, and the bleeding could not be stopped.

"The old man is a national thief, a thief of a country!"

The person half-leaning in the car looked at Lu Bu angrily: "Xiao'er, you dare to kill me!?" ”

The eyes were very complicated, there was unwillingness, anger, relief, and there seemed to be some happiness.

"Hahahaha."

Dong Zhuo saw that Lu Bu was speechless, and laughed, and the laughter came out of the frame, and the horses in front of the car flicked the reins restlessly.

"Happy ······" He said the last two words of this life, and hung his head until the vitality faded, his eyes were not closed, and his fierce face was not gone.

Happy, how many people can't say these two words in their lives.

With a swing of the halberd, the human head was raised.

Lu Bu turned around with his head and looked at the thousands of troops.

The light of heaven came from behind him, and the horse's hooves tampled lightly on the blood-dripping stone slabs.

"The head of the national thief! Who else! ”

With a loud shout, the chaos fell silent, and it quieted down, the Xiliang army stopped, the trapped army stopped, and the ministers did the same. Everyone looked up at the man on horseback, holding a human head aloft.

Some of the ministers saw the human head clearly, looked at the eyes, and lowered their heads again in fright. Some people are carrying swords, and blood is dripping from them.

"Who else!"

There was a roar in the trap, and the golden temple was silent, silent.

The news of Dong Zhuo's death spread quickly, in a mansion, Li Ru was sitting in front of his seat to review affairs, he had previously advised Dong Zhuo not to turn against Lu Bu, but during this time, he was snubbed by Dong Zhuo a lot, and many things were not asked by him at first.

He seemed to be reviewing, but he flipped through it quickly, and he could see that although his face was flat, his heart was extremely unsettled, and he had no intention of looking at what was in front of him.

It wasn't until a hurried footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up at the door, where a subordinate ran in.

"How's it going?" Before anyone else could see it, Li Ru asked.

The subordinate took a breath, raised his head against it, and said softly: "Xiangguo, die." ”

"Sand." The pen in Li Ru's hand shook, and the tip of the pen swiped across the page, leaving a trail of ink.

Li Ru looked down at the pen in distraction, as if something had been taken from his body, and asked to himself.

"Lost everything?"

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After the defeat of the Yellow Turbans, they were not all exterminated, but divided into several units and fled to various states and counties, and some of them fled to Qingzhou.

Originally, the Qingzhou soldiers were full of food, and some Yellow Turban thieves, even without a commander, should not be afraid, but unfortunately Qingzhou Thorn Shi Jiaohe fled when he saw the Yellow Turban thieves during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and did not dare to fight.

At this time, it was still like this, and he even dared not go out to fight with heavy troops, praying to God all day long, but he did not prepare for war. As a result, Qingzhou was in turmoil, and several Yellow Turban thieves who were in chaos were in turmoil, and finally it became a catastrophe.

And Jiao He died of illness in the chaos of the army, so that Qingzhou was uncertain and the people were not happy.

Beihai, Beihai is located on the side of Qingzhou, with Kong Rong as the Beihai phase, as the twentieth grandson of Confucius, and rarely has a filial piety name. After he arrived in Beihai, he gathered the people to gather troops to talk about martial arts, issued a letter, and wrote a book himself, communicated with various states and counties, and jointly planned the Yellow Turban. Due to the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army, he was transferred to Zhuxu County.

Slowly gather more than 40,000 men and women who were bewitched by the yellow turbans, and then set up cities, schools, and Confucianism. Because of his political voice, he was called "Kong Beihai" by the people of the time.

However, even if he has a lot of political achievements, no one is able to prevent the collapse of Qingzhou, and the people on the side who try their best to protect him will not escape the Yellow Turban disaster.

"Ahem." A middle-aged man was leaning over the table to write something, and halfway through writing, he coughed, his appearance looked weak, and his figure looked a little thin.

"Master Kong." Left and right whispered with concern, listening to what they called him, this person should be Beihai Xiang Kong Rong.

"Nothing." Kong Rongxu raised his hand, took back the things he had written in his hand and handed them to a waiter beside him.

"These are books that have been proofread and sent to the school. Remember to tell the sir, teach the students seriously, and don't mess around with teaching at any time. ”

"Yes." The waiter bowed his head and took the text, and then stepped back and walked down the hall.

The first thing Kong Rong did when he arrived in Beihai was to set up a school, one was to guide the people who were bewitched by the Yellow Turban, and the other was to teach the people on the other side.

After Confucius, he couldn't educate the world like a sage, but he could still do his best.

To be a human being, it is to learn first.

It's a pity that he can't do this kind of thing for too long, at this time, the city was affected by the yellow scarves, and everyone was in danger, and even the school was probably not a few people left.

With his shoulders down, Kong Rong sat on his seat, looked left and right and asked softly, "How is the yellow scarf outside the city?" ”