After Liu Bian made up his plan, Xi Zhicai couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, although Liu Bian neutralized the plan of the two, however, he still hoped that Liu Bian could completely obey his strategy like the Battle of Xiaoyang, the Battle of the Closed Country, and the Ten Mile Long Street, those big battles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, when Xi Zhicai carefully considered it for a while, he found that Xu Shu's strategy, in terms of details, was much better than him, and the most important thing was that he could take the opportunity to gather famous generals and national soldiers, and this alone was enough for the lord to choose Xu Shu's strategy: "Cough... Cough... Now that the lord has made up his mind, the next thing is to choose a piece of fat and swallow it slowly. ”

Xu Shu thought about it, suddenly chuckled, and said elegantly: "Going around and around, I have returned to the original point." ”

The voice changed abruptly, Xu Shu glanced at Liu Wei playfully, and said with a warm smile: "The master's fine work, can you find out the specific information of the Yellow Turban traitor." ”

"I know." Suddenly, a delicate female voice came from outside the door, and a beautiful and incomprehensible girl floated into the pavilion with the snowflakes flying around.

Liu Yan and the others didn't react yet, Sima Qian, who had been silent for a long time, 'poof', like a hungry wolf pounced, quickly ran to the girl's side, and said excitedly: "Miss Luo Ji, why are you here, whether it's cold or not, sit down by the fire and warm up." ”

Luo Ji didn't look at him from beginning to end, just looked at Liu Fan stupidly, his eyes were full of love, and with a hint of confusion, he said coquettishly: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the slave family has known you since the previous life." ”

"Poof-" Liu Yan, who was drinking tea, heard such an old-fashioned pickle girl... Bubble man's skills, I couldn't hold back for a while, all the tea in my mouth squirted out, and the corners of my eyebrows twitched: If we want to know each other in our last life, then there will be ghosts.

Liu Yan wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Miss Rogie, don't come unharmed." ”

Luo Ji's face was slightly red, she lowered her head, she was indescribably cute and cute, stared at the tip of her shoes and said, "What I said is true, this feeling is really strange, hey... Forget it, this is given to you by the landlord. ”

The water shimmered and the fragrance wafted, and Rogie handed over a notebook, and then, turning into an almost invisible wave of water, disappeared into the snow-whistling courtyard.

Liu Yan unfolded the book, approached the small stove with the blazing fire, looked down for a long time, and his face raised a great sense of joy: "Haha, I am a little doubtful that I am the son of Nuwa, I really want to come to something." ”

Xi Zhicai and Xu Shu took it in their hands in turn, and after reading it for a long time, their faces were full of smiles, and they said in unison: "This information is too timely." ”

Liu Bian walked to the windowsill where the cold wind was howling, his eyes crossed the courtyard, and passed through Luoyang, as if he saw Changshe County, Yingchuan County, thousands of miles away, and murmured: "History is always strikingly similar, and I will burn Changshe." ”

Yingchuan County, Changshe County, a tragic battle is underway.

"Kill—"

"The enemy is attacking again!"

"Brothers, rush me, whoever can be the first to attack Changshe County can listen to the personal preaching of the Great Liang Immortal Master."

A group of ragged clothes, armed with bamboo guns, hoes, and broken knives...... The Yellow Turban Thieves with all kinds of rudimentary weapons, led by a man wearing a yellow turban in broken armor and wearing a yellow scarf, quickly rushed towards the city wall in the distance.

However, this is already an incalculable number of attacks, even if the Daliang Immortal Master personally preaches, it can only stimulate a trace of battle intent in their hearts, and they will move forward with a wilt.

Zhang Bao looked around, there were corpses of the Yellow Turban Army everywhere, counting carefully, there were as many as 5,000 corpses, and the white snow had long since lost its original face, leaving the bloody red land.

"Almost." Zhang Bao muttered softly, turned around and instructed: "Guan Hai, Zhang Yan, which of the two of you can take down Changshe County, and I will make him the commander of Yingchuan County." ”

Guan Hai was holding the ancient Qin sword, walking around impatiently, suddenly heard Zhang Bao's promise, looked at the war looming in the darkness, and laughed: "General Digong's words must be counted." ”

As soon as the words fell, Guan Hai roared, and dozens of brilliant golden true qi burst out from his body, shining brightly and dazzling, like a walking ball of blazing light, killing the city wall at an extremely fast speed.

After the Battle of Xiaoyang, Zhang Yan, who fled for his life, had an adventure in the Bears Ears Mountains, and had been promoted to a first-class peak qualification, and rushed out in Guanhai for a moment.

Zhang Yan didn't rush out, but knelt down in front of Zhang Bao and said: "General Digong, my father is critically ill, I hope to use Qu Shuai in exchange for a chance to be treated by the Great Liang Immortal Master." ”

Zhang Bao's face was as cold as the wind on a winter night, and when he heard this, he was slightly relieved, and said in admiration: "For the sake of a father-in-law, it is good to be able to give up glory and wealth." ”

"You can rest assured to attack Changshe County, no matter whether you can win the lottery or not, I will invite General Tiangong to treat Zhang Niujiao."

Zhang Yan was extremely moved and thanked him, and said in a firm voice: "General Digong, rest assured, after an hour, I will definitely bring the head of the Changshe County Order." ”

"Swift Army! Charge with me. ”

Black smoke billowed and blood splashed, Zhang Yan was really like a swallow flying by water, quickly killed.

Behind him, hundreds of black-clothed soldiers, who were also as light as swallows, disappeared in the gloomy snowy night, turned into a black tide, and silently spread to the edge of the city wall.

The city wall of Changsha was like a cliff in front of it, and the Yellow Turban thieves attacked for several hours, but still no one was able to attack the city wall.

This group of black swallows, under the leadership of Zhang Yan, did not even use the cloud ladder, just climbed with their bare hands, and it only took half an hour to quietly climb the city wall from a hidden corner.

At this moment, a brilliant golden light erupted on the other city wall, and I saw a strong man with the ancient Qin sword in his hand, constantly rampage, opening a gap for the yellow turban thief behind him.

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth hooked up a sneer, and said softly: "The feast begins." ”

"Woohoo—"

The Feiyan Army, which had been quiet a moment before, was like a flying locust arrow shot out, spraying everywhere and screaming out, and approached the unsuspecting guards in the sound of rats running around.

Before the soldiers could react, and even before they could see the shadow of the enemy, they fell to the ground in pieces like harvested wheat, and it didn't take long for the wall to be swept away.

Zhang Bao saw this scene from afar, and his praise was even worse: "I heard that Zhang Yan got the inheritance of one of the four great assassins in the Troubled Ancient Period, judging from his means of killing the enemy, it should be right." ”