"Dashuai, you... What did you say? ”

Han Zhong's tone trembled a little, he wasn't saddened, he was just worried about Zhang Mancheng.

Zhang Mancheng closed his eyes tightly, and a huge drop of water slipped down, "The Great Liang Sage is dead, and the Yellow Turban is dead..."

As Zhang Mancheng's confidant, he naturally knows all kinds of mysteries about Zhang Jiao, so he has no doubt that as Zhang Jiao's personal disciple, he has special means of information.

"Marshal, please mourn."

The news of Zhang Jiao's killing naturally spread to Nanyang County, even if it was known that Zhang Jiao was killed, but the Nanyang army, which had been defeated by Han Zhong, did not use this information to make a big deal, but just passed the news to Bowang Yellow Turban with the idea of being dispensable.

As expected, except for a few small characters who are not mentally strong and can't afford to make any waves, no one takes this news seriously.

"I knew that the yellow turban was dead more than half a month ago, but I can't let it go! …”

Sometimes, some people don't need someone to interject when they speak, they just need an audience.

"I can't put it down! …”

"Ahem..."

For a long time, in Han Zhong's disbelieving eyes, Zhang Mancheng stubbornly got up from the hospital bed, and waved away Han Zhong's hand that he wanted to support.

"Tell all the big and small bosses to come to my room."

"Dashuai."

"Go!"

Seeing Zhang Mancheng's insistence, Han Zhong didn't dare to say more.

Soon, Sun Zhong and Jinjiao Yinjiao and other big and small leaders all gathered in the ward.

"The last general will see the big handsome!"

When everyone arrived, Han Zhong, as the representative of the Qu Shuai, took the lead in paying homage to the marshal.

"Excuse me!"

"Xie Dashuai!"

All the leaders sat upright one by one, very curious about why the obviously seriously ill marshal didn't take care of his illness, and behaved like this, and a few people with sharp minds said secretly: "Could it be that the marshal wants to officially pass on the throne?" ”

"Sun Zhong!"

Sun Zhong, who was thinking wildly, was obviously stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Mancheng to be the first to call his name, and when he reacted, he was even more irrepressible ecstasy, and knelt down respectfully in front of Zhang Mancheng.

"Take my sword"

When Han Zhong heard this, he didn't feel any melancholy, took off the handsome sword at his waist, and respectfully presented it to Zhang Mancheng.

The leaders below were even more restrained, knowing that this day was about to change.

Purine!

Zhang Mancheng looked at the edge of the sword given to him by Zhang Jiao himself, and his eyes flashed.

Swish! Burst!

In Sun Zhong's look of disbelief, his head was slashed off by a sword.

"Han Zhong!"

"The end will be."

"I, Qu Shuai Zhang Mancheng, ordered you to be the new Nanyang Yellow Turban... New... New... Qu Shuai. ”

When Zhang Mancheng finished saying this, he couldn't control his weak body and fell down.

Half an hour, an hour, under the anxious eyes of the generals, Zhang Mancheng woke up slowly.

"Qu Shuai!"

"Han Zhong, I remember that you still don't have a watchword?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Mancheng closed his eyes, saving his already small physical strength and energy.

"How about I change your name and give you another word?"

"Loyalty was saved by the marshal, and it made me change from an ordinary villager who almost starved to death to a mighty marshal, and the marshal has the grace to recreate me."

The implication is very clear, as long as it is Zhang Mancheng's request, it is unavoidable.

"Good! I give you the name Han Rui, the word Shizhong! ”

"Xie Dashuai gives the name and the word!"

There was another quiet silence, and his voice grew weaker: "Do you know why I gave you this name?" ”

"Dashuai, let me be wise first and then loyal!"

"I have only one request, to protect these brothers who have accompanied us in breaking the world."

After saying this, he didn't say half a word.

After a while, Han Zhong, who was holding back his sadness, said loudly: "Golden horn, silver horn!" ”

The frightened two immediately kowtowed and admitted their mistakes: "The handsome man spares his life!" It was Sun Zhong who forced us to disobey your orders, and said that he would launch a mutiny after Zhang Qushuai's death, which is really none of our business! ”

Even the sick Zhang Man CD can detect the dirtiness in it, let alone Han Zhong?

Not saying doesn't mean not knowing, and being silent doesn't mean accepting.

Just like Zhang Mancheng didn't kill the two of them, Han Zhong naturally won't kill him, as long as the wind is strong enough, there is no need to be afraid of his counterattack, the big war is imminent, but it is not suitable for big changes.

"Go and gather the whole army and prepare to resist the enemy!"

The two of them looked happy and took the order loudly.

The successive big victories, with less to win more, have a significant boost to morale. Even when he heard that 70,000 Han troops were coming, and his side was only 30,000, no one had the slightest fear.

Among them, Han Shizhong's 5,000 personal guards are the most obvious.

Han Shizhong raised his right hand: "Win!" ”

"Win! Victory! Victory! ”

The battle had not yet been fought, as if celebrating victory, and the howl of excitement soared into the sky.

Han Shizhong didn't want to fight this battle, but this battle had to be fought, and only by completely beating the Han army could he get a glimmer of life for the Yellow Turban.

Nanyang Bowang Yellow Turban is not a source of wood, Han Shizhong, who received a small number of defeated troops in Runan, understands the style of the official army very well, especially when the Runan Yellow Turban finally begged to surrender, Huangfu Song said "Advantageous is a thief, no profit is begging to surrender, this wind opens, the world is in chaos" The words made all the Yellow Turbans feel cold.

It's just that Han Shizhong doesn't know, with the large number of yellow scarves in various places being pacified, until now, there is only his orthodox yellow scarf left in the world, and he is the last yellow scarf worthy of the name!

Three days later, in front of an avenue flanked by cliffs.

Because Han Shizhong was famous for his murder, Cao Cao, who was walking carefully, did not dare to be careless, seeing the strange terrain here, he thought: If there is an ambush by a large army on the cliff, when our army is halfway through, the rolling wood and thunder stones will be smashed, and I am afraid that there will be heavy casualties.

Thinking of this, Cao Cao decisively ordered to stop the march and was about to order people to investigate on the mountain, when Hong Ji's impatient voice sounded: "What's the matter?" ”

Cao Cao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, because of Cao Cao's suspicion, he stopped six marches along the way, and only dared to march after careful inspection, and was ridiculed by Hong Ji for nothing.

Even so, Cao Cao still didn't dare to relax, it was nothing more than a waste of time, once something happened, but it was too late, and when he wanted to explain his guess, there was an overall footstep in the distance.

Click! Click! Click!

Without anyone signaling, everyone looked forward with a tacit understanding, only to see that at the end of the line of sight, a large number of yellow scarves came in unison.

The successive victories had reborn the peasants into an invincible army that could be called elite in terms of morale and discipline.

Kilometers away, a general with short hair that had been burned by the fire could not hide his handsome appearance, and with a wave of his sword, the audience was silent in an instant.

Dada!

The general rode in alone, and everyone was speechless by him, and there was silence for a while.

Hong Ji was naturally not shocked by his aura, but by his hairstyle, and said in his heart: "I grass!" It's so trendy, it's so pretending to burn the lion's head! ”