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

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

A word is passed out, from near to far, and it is passed again and again. The whole city heard about it. It was a call from the soul, a vow to awaken oneself. It was a cry from the heart!

And the drums of war beat,

A drum sounded the universe and frightened the Cao army in Los Angeles.

The second drum, the sound of the clouds stopped, and the yellow scarves in the city were alarmed.

The three-way drum was a little weak, but it really sounded the order for a decisive battle.

The people of the city here seem to have just woken up from a dream, they are not weak people, not lambs to be slaughtered, they are yellow scarves, yellow scarves that make the world tremble.

Zhang Yu quietly listened to the three-way drum and listened to the shouts outside the house, he had the urge to rush out of the door and kill the enemy in blood, but he couldn't even beat Xiao Ling'er, how could he be the enemy of Cao Zu? Think about it, you seem to be worthless, you are not only a sinner, but also a wreck.

"Young master, Xu Huang will go first, go and get the head of the enemy general! The young master and mother of the security guard are safe and sound! ”

Am I really worth your protection?

Zhang Yu wanted to hold Xu Huang, but the man was long gone, the bloody coarse cloth clothes, the half-new straw sandals, the war halberd that was still dripping with blood, and the loyal, non-two, resolute eyes, this was all Xu Huang had.

He ran back and forth around the mansion, not letting a single Cao pawn get close, and together with the surrounding yellow scarves, he used his own flesh and blood to fight, so that Cao Zu's corpses were all over the place, marking a forbidden area that no one could approach.

The atmosphere in the city became a little weird, first the earth-shattering drums, and then the suddenly changed eyes of those targets, which stunned Cao Jun for a moment, suspended the pace of killing, and watched all these changes playfully, did they want to resist?

However, everyone's eyes have really changed, whether they are old or young, whether they are male or female, they have become sharp, and their eyes are clear, reflecting the desire to survive.

They want to rebel, for the sake of the ancestors, for Luoyang, for the Yellow Turban, and even for their own lives!

The city is full of yellow turban soldiers, and the city is full of yellow turban armor. Regardless of the east, west, north and south, or in a group to contend with each other, or to take risks alone, or to fight to the death, or to die in battle, more and more people, in response to the sound of drums and shouting slogans, fell on the road of resistance, paving the way for the later yellow scarves.

Han Zhong in the east of the city danced with silver spears, Yang Feng in the south of the city was beheaded with a machete, and Sun Xia retreated with an iron rod in the west of the city. There are other generals, each with their own weapons, each with their own enemy, bleeding and wounding cannot stop them from killing the enemy, only themselves and death can stop them.

Most of the Yellow Turbans didn't have any decent weapons, and in their hands, stones were weapons, planks were weapons, and even sand was weapons.

Here, the yellow scarf woke up again, like a wild beast, and began a lifeless resistance.

One hand is cut off, and he has another hand to choke the enemy, that is, both of his hands are broken, and he still has teeth to bite the enemy.

They are not afraid of death, death is more like an honor and relief for them, before they die, they always have to make a little contribution of their own, so that Cao Zu pays the price, even if it is just a bite, they have to tear off a large piece of meat! Treat it as your last supper.

The famine has stimulated their horrific beastliness, and they are just part of the troubled times.

The blood-colored remnant sun released a golden light, just like before, turning everything in Luoyang City into golden yellow. Including what shabby clothes, including what blood flowed, including those people, those yellow scarves. The golden brilliance is their golden armor, and even if they slash and stab with their halberds, they will never take half a step back, because they have no way back.

Xiahou Yuan, who led the cavalry to attack back and forth, felt that something was wrong, he saw his soldiers being beaten to death by sticks, blinded by sand, and even bitten to death by people. The resistance of the yellow turban is a little too much, a little perverted. Report to your brother and ask for a military order.

Xiahoudun also felt inappropriate, he couldn't continue to fight like this, and the two were about to order the transfer of troops to set up the formation, but unexpectedly, such a voice came from his ears,

"Two generals and slow."

The middle-aged scribe who spoke sat upright on his horse, his body so clean that it did not fit in with all the surroundings.

Xiahoudun clasped his fists and saluted, "I don't know what advice Mr. has?" ”

Looking at the unusual counterattack of the yellow turban, looking at the corpse that had been bitten to the ground, the scribe shook his head, unwilling to look more, and said,

"The two generals, don't rush to form a formation, continue to fight chaotically, set fire to the city, and the two generals will lead the elite again, take advantage of the fireworks and wolf smoke, and the iron hooves will step on the mansion in the center of the city, and the yellow turban will break itself!"

"Is it really possible?"

"The general will try it."

Luoyang City is broken, and the two of them already know this person's ability, and it is understandable to believe it at this moment.

"Come on, set fire, burn the city!"

At the sound of an order, the spark ignited a thatched hut, and most of the houses in the city were made of thatch, and when one was ignited, the evil fireworks began to spread unscrupulously, destroying the hard work of the Yellow Turban for two months.

From the outside to the inside, it burned thoroughly, and the fire soared into the sky, wanting to compete with the sunset for glory.

The clothes of the yellow scarf are also flammable, and if they are accidentally contaminated with the fire, they will burn the whole body, but so what, one by one, the burning people, with golden flames, pounced on Cao Zu beside him, and hugged him deadly, even if he died, someone would accompany him to be buried!

Cao Zu was really a little scared, these people in front of him were not people at all, they were wolves who didn't want to die, breaking the bottom line of their cognition again and again. Instead of blindly attacking, they began to defend, and began to confront the Yellow Turbans. It is not known who is better than the wolves or the hunters.

In the house, Bian hugged Zhang Yu tightly, curled up in the corner, Zhang Yu in his arms, his mind was all floating outside, the outside of the house seemed to be quieter, there was no noise and chaos before, but the enchanting spark seemed to burn in his heart.

Luoyang burned down again, and the yellow turban once again lost hope.

Xu Huang outside the house, the halberd is in front, the house gate is behind, the yellow scarves around him are lined up, there are people, no one can cross this human wall, even if there is a whole team of cavalry in front of him, and it is the two brave generals who come.

Although his face was covered with blood, Xiahoudun still recognized him, felt compassion, and asked, "If you remember correctly, your name is Xu Huang?" ”

If you don't answer, you spit out a mouthful of blood and don't take half a step back.

"You are a warrior, why don't you abandon the darkness and surrender to the light, and come down with courtesy, I can."

Xiahoudun didn't finish his words yet, and didn't say any more, because he saw Xu Huang's eyes and saw through his eyes, how could such a person accept persuasion, it was his own passion.

"Strongman, go all the way!" Together with Xiahou Yuan, the gift of holding his fist was regarded as the last battle book.

"Whole army, assault!"

"Luoyang Yellow Turban, swear not to retreat!"

Xu Huang and the others fought to the death, but they couldn't see any hope, and one by one around them fell, and before they could be seen, only Xu Huang was left, with countless scars on his body.

In the afterglow of the slanting sun, this person looked a little lonely and helpless, but he was so persevering.

Sunset finished his final leg and left the lighting to the fire in Luoyang. Zhang Yu was at the end of the door, and heard the horse's hooves, fighting, and death, and he didn't seem to be able to escape such a fate. At this time, you should cry in fear, but you can't cry at all.

Until, on the other side of the door, Xu Huang's swan song came.

"Xu Huang's protector is incompetent, please sin!

Xu Huang concealed the matter and did not report it, please be guilty!

Xu Huang let the Lord hurt, please sin!

Xu Huang took the first step, please sin!

Luoyang Yellow Turban, swear not to retreat! ”

I, Zhang Yu, how can I do it, what merit can make you work so hard! Tugging his heart, he tortured himself again and again, thinking about Xu Huang and the yellow scarf in the city, and burst into tears.