At this moment, the city of Luoyang is quiet, just after the war, there are occasional screams of soldiers in pain, and a few birds and birds are crying sadly.

It was almost evening, but the afterglow of the sun was scorching the clouds in the sky, and the falling light stained people's clothes golden.

Walking under the corner of the city, Zhang Yu inspected everything around him and asked himself, is this a victory?

He was low and sure to defend against the attack of Cao's army, and defended Luoyang, regardless of the south of the city, the north of the city or the east of the city.

But this is not his own goal, the goal of his strategy is not in Luoyang, not in defending the city. Where did Li Le go, why has there been no news for so long?

There are those two wolf smokes, which have been burning for half an hour, why do you become more and more panicked the more you look at it, what is Xiahoudun planning?

Looking at the yellow scarves in the city, they are all too tired to look like men, and those who have hung up the colors are still considered the mercy of God, and those who are unfortunate have long since returned to the sky and died on the battlefield.

The rumbling sound of the stomach did not match the scene at all. The remnant sun is like blood, the imperial city is standing, and there should be an iron horse and autumn wind, which is the most suitable, but how can Luoyang have such a scene?

Shaking his head, he continued to stroll through the yellow turban crowd, comforting the injured one after another.

Xu Huang followed behind Zhang Yu, without saying a word, just following the young master, recalling the scenes of the daytime battle, Xu Huang was very envious of the two enemy generals who fought with him, they all had their own horses, I don't know when they will have their own horses?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, it turned out that there was something to eat, and the soldiers set up a few cauldrons and scattered to all parts of the camp, and everyone rushed up, for fear that there would be nothing to eat if they were late.

What to eat tonight, take a look, green vegetable soup with sunset, even so, they all ate with relish.

Zhang Yu also tasted some, it was very light and almost tasteless, but when he drank it in his stomach, Zhang Yu tasted unbearable and unwilling, looking at the pot of clear soup, he was in a trance.

The calm soup noodles rippled, just like Zhang Yu's heart, as restless, restless all the time, always had some bad premonitions, took a deep breath, wanted to calm the waves in his heart, but found that the shaking of the water surface was getting bigger and bigger.

He finally found out that this was unusual, not the cause of his own upset, but an earthquake? No, it's broken.

In the east of the city, the war had just stopped, and the Yellow Turban soldiers had only rested for less than a moment, and they had not tasted a mouthful of clear soup, but under the city tower, there were people again, cavalry, archers, infantry, and rushing cars.

The speed of the incoming enemy was very fast, and the force of the car was infinite, and the city gate of Luoyang was smashed open in three or two blows, and a large number of Cao soldiers poured into the city to occupy an area, and there were 3,000 weak soldiers and remnants, and there was no room to fight back, and they were defeated and retreated.

Who can stop such a swift soldier? When the drawbridge was lowered, the east gate was completely broken.

What's going on, what the hell is going on? Zhang Yu was puzzled.

A moment later, Zhang Yu heard the answer he couldn't believe the most.

"Report to the young master, the east gate, the east gate seems to have been breached!"

How can it be?! How can they, how can they break the door!?

But the scene in front of him made him have to believe it.

It was Xiahoudun's iron horse, Zhang Yu had only seen it in the afternoon, and he would not admit it.

They really rushed in, with a chilling murderous aura, covering the sky and the ground, like a heavy hammer, breaking Zhang Yu's illusion of defending the city. Luoyang is very large, very flat, and the field where they usually train, the old and weak yellow scarves are just those straw men used for practice, one knife and one person, one shot and one life.

It was not only the iron cavalry that rushed in, but also all their soldiers, who rushed over like a tide, and really regarded Luoyang as their own training ground.

Like mowing grass, kill one emaciated yellow turban after another in the city.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Huang couldn't care about Zhang Yu's opinion, picked up Zhang Yu, who was sluggish and didn't know what to think, called the yellow scarf around him to cover, and ran to Lu Bu's mansion in the city. In his opinion, it should be the safest place in town.

Cao pawn from the military order, assault killing, ignoring the fleeing people, taking advantage of the chaos, the speed of the surprise attack, just a moment, the south of the city is broken again, the soldiers outside the city have been waiting for a long time, rushed into the city, combined the troops in one place, and then to the north of the city, three broken Luoyang Gate.

The massacre never stopped, and some of the yellow turbans in the city didn't know what was happening and didn't have time to resist. Life has been harvested endlessly. When he tried to resist, the branch in his hand, along with his body, had been broken in half.

Cao Jun didn't expect that the city would be like this, there are too many yellow scarves, and he can't kill them all.

But no matter how many yellow scarves there are, no weapons, no strength, what's the use? It's just a waste of the power of a knife, and easily, harvesting one life after another.

The air is filled with the smell of blood, the land has long been dyed bright red, and the wail of the wind comes from nowhere, maybe Luoyang is lamenting all this.

Xu Huang ran desperately, ignoring the wails around him, blood splashed on his body, his face, but he didn't even blink his eyes, and ran to the house, hoping that it was still too late.

Lying on Xu Huang's back, Zhang Yu struggled at first, and then completely gave up the desire to struggle, even if he stayed, could he change anything? The answer is cruel and definitive.

Looking at this meat grinder-like slaughter scene, he was in pain, all because of him; He was in pain, and he could only watch it all and do nothing.

The blood of the yellow scarf splashed into his eyes, and he, like Xu Huang, did not blink or close his eyes, looking at all this vacantly.

The closer he got here, the fewer the enemy soldiers, and in the center of the circle, the well-established mansion was presented in front of him, and the yellow scarves outside the mansion resolutely guarded the mansion without leaving half a step. Thankfully, it's still too late, and it's not yet falling.

Looking at the left and right, the yellow scarves who were guarding the left and right were almost dead, less than ten people, and their bodies had already been stained with an unknown amount of blood. Most of them are the deaths of their companions, and there is rarely the blood of Cao Zu.

The screams outside the house were endless, and the horses and knives continued to roar, so they knew that Luoyang was in chaos again, and everyone in the house was panicking. Yan gently caressed Ling'er's slightly trembling body, and comforted her softly, she was as scared as herself, but Bian was eager to rush to the door of the mansion, her child was still outside, how could she not be in a hurry?

The yellow turban in the house naturally won't let the housemother go out on an adventure and try his best to stop it.

With a bang, the closed door was kicked open with all the force that made everyone's hearts rise to their throats, could despair come so quickly.

Fortunately, there were only a dozen people who came in, and it was the yellow scarf that came in, and the bloodstained Xu Huang Zhang Yu.

Back here, Zhang Yu's heart was empty, without thinking, without too much thought.

I couldn't hear my mother's concerned questions, I couldn't hear the roars outside the house, and I couldn't even hear my own wheezing voice.

His eyes were glazed, looking at the familiar and strange people, objects, and scenes around him like a fool.

Touching his heart, he was still beating, he couldn't die, and the Taiping technique on his chest was still in the way.

Yellow Turbans, can't they escape the fate of history?

I happened to see the two old war drums, as tattered as the yellow turbans in the city.

Yellow scarves in the city?

He suddenly remembered something, something he shouldn't forget.

Ignoring nothing else, he walked straight to the drum, picked up the stick, and roared and pounded and roared in despair.

Zhang Yu forgot, his selection of the Yellow Turban soldiers, let him forget that the Yellow Turban soldiers are not only the tens of thousands of people selected, but also the citizens of Luoyang City, all of whom are Yellow Turbans and soldiers! It's not a people who are slaughtered and slaughtered!

The yellow scarves in the city seem to have forgotten about them.

He wants to wake up the Yellow Turbans, all the Yellow Turbans in the city.

His strength was too small, not to mention that he only had one hand, and he couldn't make too much noise.

Seeing this, Xu Huang heard the sound, and the young master knew his mind, came to the drum, picked up the short wooden stick, and used the greatest strength in his life to beat the last war drum, and the sound was broken, and the voice was hoarse.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"