Far away, Zhang Yu couldn't see the faces of the group of yellow turbans who broke into the formation, but their appearance made even the outsider in the stands feel a little sudden.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air, and it came too suddenly.

For this scene, Zhang Yu was a little unconvinced, Zhang Liao's formation was strict and not chaotic, how could the yellow scarf break through so easily? Zhang Liao's pawn is the elite, and those yellow scarves have a few catties and a few taels, and Zhang Yu still has some certain numbers in his heart.

But Lu Bu in the battle believed it, he found the last chance to fight back when he was almost defeated, just like finding a camel in the desert, just looking at it and his blood was boiling, how could he distinguish the real from the fake.

When he completely handed over his back to the group of ill-intentioned yellow turbans who rushed into the formation, his defeat was a foregone conclusion.

The group of smiling yellow scarves hurried behind Lu Bu, rushing through the dust, and once again came to the long white river that blocked the way.

This time, in the face of this group of pestering soldiers, Lu Bu added a little confidence, after all, this time he has a helper, let Ru be turbulent, I will build a bridge.

"All the soldiers obeyed the order, divided into two lines, followed me, resisted the enemy on the left and right, rushed hard, and broke this formation together!"

I was secretly happy in my heart, I didn't want Wenyuan to be so negligent, the army formation had been chaotic for a long time and I didn't see its face, if I didn't control the chaos, if I didn't set up its formation, it must have been defeated by me, and this time I will win.

Lu Bu, who was full of self-confidence, moved with the sound and plunged headlong into this still somewhat chaotic military formation.

The yellow scarf behind him heard the general's order, and saw the general's fighting figure, and the long stick in his hand was like a hungry tiger and a hungry eagle.

Their goal is very clear, and as a general, he has emphasized this to them countless times. Looking at the chaotic formation, the smiles on their faces grew stronger and stronger, and the victory had already been in his pocket.

"Don't worry, general, we're here to help the general!"

The long wooden sticks left clear trails of dragging on the sand, and these nearly ten yellow turbans brazenly approached the formation of troops under Zhang Liaobu, and approached Lu Bu, who was fighting happily in the formation.

"Fight!"

A tall yellow scarf who looked like a military commander gave a military order, and these nearly ten soldiers rushed up, and there was nothing else in their eyes.

Lu Bu sensed the battle intent of the Yellow Turban, but he didn't see the chill in his eyes.

He was fully focused on breaking through the formation and attacking the enemy, and had no intention of following him.

Lu Bu's hard work finally made Xiao Ling'er on the stage untie the knot on her brows, and saw that her father was about to break the formation, how could she not like it.

Accidentally, with a hard pull, the sound of the fabric tearing came, Zhang Yu's cuffs still couldn't escape the fate of being torn, but at this moment Zhang Yu had no time to take care of other things, he wanted to stand up and shout, wake up Lu Bu, those yellow scarves, not yellow scarves!

Thorough trust in his subordinates is Lu Bu's shining point, and it is also his flaw. He can win and he will lose because of it.

Historically, isn't that the same?! Zhang Yu on the stage was anxious, subjectively, he still hoped that Lu Bu could bring a Jedi counterattack victory to the Yellow Turban.

But Lu Bu in the audience didn't know anything, and he only had the white-clothed pawn in front of him in his eyes.

The chaotic formation without anyone commanding could no longer stop Lu Bu's pace forward, and he knocked on the road in front of him with a stick, and there were soldiers behind him, so he was worry-free.

Attacking with all his might, the soldiers were unstoppable, Zhang Liao's flowing circle formation had been completely disrupted, losing its fluidity and psychedelia, and there was no longer the slightest threat to Lu Bu.

With another ten paces, Lu Bu would be able to escape from this formation, and only ten paces away, the yellow turban behind him would be able to end this long battle.

Seeing that the time had come to this place, the time had come, and there could be no further delay, he ordered softly,

"Rise up and tie it together!"

It's only ten paces away, and it's too close for this group of battle-hardened soldiers.

Lu Bu, who was still secretly happy, would never have thought that in just an instant, his limbs, torso, waist, abdomen, and neck were stuck by nearly ten thick long wooden sticks, firmly locked, and he couldn't move at all.

Lu Bu gritted his teeth, and exerted his hands, feet, and body together, trying to break free from the shackles of many woods.

can let Lu Bu's green tendons rise everywhere, and this Zhang Liao's special shackles will not move at all.

Seeing the situation, the soldiers under Zhang Liao's command also cooperated with the attack, and several people worked together to finally remove the rotten wooden sticks in Lu Bu's hands, and more than a dozen wooden sticks formed shackles to torture Lu Bu.

I can't turn my head, I can't turn around, the incomprehension in my eyes has already been overflowing, and my subordinates are not real?

The cage cannot trap the beast, it can only be bound by shackles.

Lu Bu is very unwilling, although he doesn't know why the Yellow Turban rebelled, but with these little soldiers, can he trap me Lu Bu?! I was very unwilling in my heart, and I wanted to turn into a long roar to shock the crowd.

But before he could speak, he himself was shocked by the voice coming from behind him,

"Feng Xian can only say it, do you want to see Zhang Liao?"

That's Zhang Liao's voice, it's true, and behind him, he is still so close?!

Not far away, the real yellow scarf was still fighting with Zhang Liao's subordinates, a little noisy, but Lu Bu clearly heard Wen Yuan's voice, as well as the sound of thick footsteps.

From behind him, came before him,

"Bong Xian'an?"

Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan, who were dressed in gray cloth armor, stood in front of him alive, clasped his hands into fists, and gave a military salute, and the smile of the winner was particularly eye-catching.

It's a lot like a yellow scarf, it's not a yellow scarf.

Goodbye Zhang Liao, Lu Bu bowed his head and was silent, thought for a while, replayed everything that had just happened in his mind, and suddenly realized that he finally understood Zhang Liao's tricks, but after realizing it, there was no power to return to heaven.

Half a moment later, the yellow turban on the left flank broke, and soon after, the yellow turban on the right flank also lost its strength to resist.

The siege was closed from end to end, and the siege in three places was like a bamboo, and the troops were defeated, and before Lu Bu even announced his surrender, the yellow scarves in the field were already defeated.

He sighed and gave up his last resistance.

"This time, it's for my brother's defeat."

It's rare to see him admit it so crisply.

"Xiao Yuzi, what happened? What's going on in the audience? Why did Daddy's corporal help the enemy capture Daddy? Why, exactly? Ling'er is puzzled?! ”

With several questions in a row, he smashed at Zhang Yu with his head and face.

Xiao Ling'er was very impatient, her face was a little red with anger, and she was still holding a rag in her hand, dancing in the air irregularly.

In her heart, her father is an invincible existence, how can he defeat the battle?

Zhang Yu reluctantly contributed the cuff fabric on the other side of herself, and spent a lot of effort to appease the excited and unwilling Xiao Ling'er.

Turning his head to look at Ma Chao, at Xu Huang, and at the group of yellow turban generals, their eyes were more or less mixed with doubts.

glanced at Zhang Liao and Lu Bu from a distance, thinking a lot of things in his heart, unknown to others.