In the eyes of the Yellow Turban, Zhang Yu has become the second Zhang Jiao, making sword magic and retreating soldiers, he is the second Tiangong general.

The yellow scarves in the city really saw the Taiping Divine Technique, and they were full of awe and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Everywhere Zhang Yu walked, he knelt down and kowtowed, respecting him like a god.

Lu Bu took it all in, why did he finally stand on his side, the little ghost is really a yellow scarf, not an ordinary yellow scarf, when he saw him for the first time, he didn't guess wrong.

Looking at his stumbling appearance, as if mocking, Lu Bu smiled and shook his head, no matter how powerful the yellow scarf was, he was just a child, and he was about to leave, but he saw Yan Shiling'er, standing beside him, watching quietly, his eyes were full of longing.

Lu Bu didn't expect the two of them to come out of the mansion, it was not a good place outside the mansion, and the piles of corpses and rivers of blood were disgusting.

"Why do you get out of the house, go back quickly, this is not the place you should be."

Yan didn't speak, but Xiao Ling'er opened her mouth,

"Xiao Yu can come, why can't I." Rightly speaking.

Lu Bu opened his mouth and was speechless, he can't say that because Xiao Yu is different from you, he is a demon.

"Then what did you come out of?"

It was still Xiao Ling'er who opened her mouth to answer, revealing a hint of resentment in her tone.

"Daddy, Ling'er also wants to ride a horse like Xiao Yu! Daddy can't be eccentric. ”

That's it?

Looking at Yan, Yan expressed helplessness, don't you understand your daughter's temper?

How can I not understand, my daughter follows me.

A moment later, Luoyang City sounded the first hearty laughter in the past few days, crisp and pleasant, crisp people's hearts, red rabbits around this wasteland, running happily, not sad with Luoyang.

"Ling'er, it's better for the girl's house to be quiet, don't let others laugh when they see it."

Xiao Ling'er didn't care, sat on the red rabbit, hugged her father and mother, sang wantonly, and enjoyed the good time that belonged to her.

Lu Bu didn't care about this, he hugged the two people in front of him tightly with one hand, held the reins with the other, listened to Ling'er singing, and ran the horse slowly.

"Madam, when we met, when we rode with you, you were much more excited than Ling'er."

"That's because the concubine is young and not sensible, so don't mention the previous troubles again." Even so, his face flushed, and he should have remembered his youth.

"Daddy, run faster!" Xiao Ling'er is very excited now, riding a horse for the first time, and having her father and mother to accompany her, telling her how not to be excited, urging her father to run faster, she wants to feel the speed of happiness, and shake off the sadness surging around her.

"Then you have to hold on."

Lu Bu obeyed his daughter in every way, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was spoiled, how could he refuse his daughter's invitation, he reminded him in a soft voice, and began to gallop under the moon in the city.

The three of them hugged the hard-won in their hands tightly, and did not dare to let go, for fear that it would be a short-lived dream, Lu Bu drove the red rabbit, running faster and faster, and swaying faster and faster, while the three people on the horse were different kind of stability and peace. Just like in this rapidly changing and chaotic world, the three of them finally reunited, no longer ethereal in the world, no longer fragmented.

Also on the horse, Xiahou Yuan's situation was much worse, he thought that if he escaped from Luoyang City, he could retreat with his whole body, but he didn't want to meet the Yellow Turban again not far from the east of the city.

Why is this yellow scarf everywhere? Is it really a pawn of gods and ghosts?

The soldiers who had been fighting for a day were already like a puddle of mud, and they had just been frightened by the witchcraft, and now when they saw the yellow scarf, they were like lost dogs, and they did not dare to look directly. Even if there are only a few hundred, in their eyes they are like messengers of hundreds of hells, easily taking their lives.

Li Le stared at the trembling Cao pawn in front of him, he was already depressed in his heart, he searched for a day, but he didn't find anything, not even Cao Zu, he was angry, this time it was good, he was fighting crookedly, seeing that the enemy's morale was exhausted, one by one there was no god and no owner, Li Le moved to kill the enemy.

Without saying a word, he took the lead in the charge, slashed sharply, and attacked this remnant army.

After that, hundreds of soldiers, who also held back the strength of the day, broke out at this time, it was difficult to resist, carrying knives, guns and sticks, following Li Le, towards Cao Pawn.

Cao pawn was already frightened by the Yellow Turban, and fled in all directions, the Yellow Turban fought easily, knocking down a few Cao pawns in no moment, and continued to pursue, not giving them a chance to escape.

What the young master said is indeed right, morale is indeed the first reliance on the march and battle. Li Le and his yellow scarves, with this disparity in morale, played brilliantly, and Cao Zu had no room to fight back.

Xiahou Yuan once again felt the breath of despair, and had no choice but to fight to the death with his wounds, and retreated, he could only take care of Xiahou Yuan who was fainting in front of him, and the others, let him go, even the scribe, he forgot about it.

A halberd picked up Li Le's knife and opened a way to live, and the horse fled, quickly escaping from this evil place.

Ma Ruo was frightened and fast, the yellow scarf's feet were difficult to catch up, Li Le was picked up by Xiahou Yuan, and before he slowed down, the horse had already escaped a hundred meters away.

Goodbye to the Yellow Turban ambush, the middle-aged scribe was already in a panic, could it be that everything was arranged by someone, and those dark troops who went out of the city were not rushing to attack the camp at all, but came to intercept and kill? Is he the one who is being controlled and teased?

I didn't even have my life, where did I think so much, seeing that there was a way out, I didn't think about it anymore, so I followed Xiahou Yuan, the royal horse fled, and let go of a horse, how could Li Le let go of this horse. Picking up a stone on the ground, he threw it at the horses not far away, he had long been accustomed to using this weapon.

The yellow turbans did the same, angrily picking up the stones. For a time, the sky was full of rocks, and when it was compared to arrows.

A small stone, the power is not small, stones of different sizes hit the back horse heavily, a roar, fell to the ground, the literati on the horse, fell heavily to the ground, unconscious, surrounded by the yellow scarf, captured.

The yellow scarf was almost killed, and Cao Pawn also ran almost away, Li Le gathered everyone, no longer chased and killed, counted the results here, captured countless swords and armor, captured many Cao pawns, more than a dozen war horses, and gained a lot.

On the way back, Li Le was thinking in his heart, how to ask the young master for guilt, he failed to attack the camp, failed to steal food, and he didn't know that the identity of the literati in front of him and the person riding a horse would naturally not be too low, and he didn't know if he could resist the camp or not.

Zhang Yu didn't expect that the dark army he arranged couldn't attack the camp or rob the grain, but he hit it crookedly, intercepted the fleeing Cao pawn, and took a great achievement, and I don't know if this is the success of Zhang Yu's plan.

Sometimes, it is really people who are not as good as heaven, and what strategies and strategies are not as good as God's will.

It's just that Zhang Yu didn't think of this, and he didn't have the time to think about it.

He just knelt on the ground, and gently, with his sleeve, wiped the blood from the face of the fainting man in front of him, and couldn't bear to look at the man's bruised body.

The pair of dazzling red straw sandals,

And the halberd that refuses to be discarded,

That's all he has now.