"The lord is really a natural emperor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Ahem... Cough... As long as the lord remains unchanged, it will not be a problem to become a wise monarch like Han Wu and Guangwu. ”

Xu Shu and Xi Zhicai put down the ironwood bow in their hands, looked at the distance of the city tower, and turned the tide of the battle with their own strength, and Liu Yan, who greatly aroused morale, sighed from the bottom of their hearts.

When Xu Shu heard that Xi Zhicai had moved out of the two holy monarchs of Hanwu and Guangwu, he raised his eyebrows and said with an elegant smile: "In this way, I should have taken refuge in the lord earlier." ”

"Now, you have picked up a bargain, and you have become the first mastermind of the lord."

Xi Zhicai's sweaty face bloomed with a bright smile, and he coughed lightly: "Cough... Cough... I am not as good as you just by virtue of my temperament, and I am even worse than filial piety. ”

The voice paused slightly, and the bright smile was about to turn into a bright golden crow, and laughed regardless of the image: "Haha, cough... Cough... However, in the future history books, I will inevitably become the most knowledgeable name of the countryman. ”

"Ahem... Cough... You are not as good as me, filial piety is not as good as me, and even Zhuge Liang, who is known as a man of culture, is not as good as me. ”

Xu Shu looked at Xi Zhicai, who looked like a villain, smiled elegantly, indicating that he didn't care, but when Xi Zhicai saw Xu Shu, who was free and easy, he laughed even louder.

Others may think that Xu Shu really doesn't care, but Xi Zhicai, who is also a top strategist, knows too much about the temperament of these countrymen.

They may be loyal to the monarch for various reasons, but in their bones, there is a paranoid to crazy obsession with fame in history.

From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many princes and generals, for these false names to work around, there are nine princes in the past, but also to win the world Qi Henggong, and later, under the palace punishment, but also to adhere to the historical authenticity of Sima Qian.

Of course, Xi Zhicai and Xu Shu now know that Sima Qian was not punished by Emperor Wuren of the Han Dynasty, resulting in an incomplete body, but a special reason for cultivating the 'Princely General Sutra'.

While the two lamented that the Emperor Wuren of the Han Dynasty did not hesitate to damage his reputation for the sake of the Han Dynasty, they also felt that they didn't know how much historical truth had been annihilated in the long river of time.

Xi Zhicai glanced at Xu Shu playfully, and quipped: "Ahem... Cough... Someone's bowels are going to be repentant. ”

Xu Shu's elegant smile condensed on his face, glared at Xi Zhicai fiercely, and stopped talking, after a long time, he seemed to think of something again, and he also laughed heartily: "Haha, no matter what, now that you take refuge in the lord, you can also win the name of a second mastermind, from the name of the dragon's minister." ”

"Guo Jia, Sima Yi, Zhuge Liang....... and others, if they take refuge in the lord in the future, not only will they have to be behind me, but they will not be able to claim to be the prince's descendants, and at most they will become close ministers of the emperor. ”

"Compared to a few words of the prince's lineage, it's far behind."

"Qiang Qiang—"

Suddenly, there was a huge sound of retreating troops on the ground, and the Yellow Turban Thieves, who were stalemate at the head of the city, showed a trace of relief on their faces, like a locust plague that went away from the sky, and withdrew from Yangcheng at a very fast speed, leaving behind piles of corpses, blood streams, and groups of rebel camps with stunned faces.

"Withdrawn!"

"Brothers, we survived."

"Woo....... Lao Tzu is not dead. ”

The soldiers looked at the yellow turban thieves who were retreating quickly, and they all had different expressions, ecstatic, happy, and relaxed....... Some even burst into tears because of excessive joy.

Liu Yan withdrew his mechanically waved arms, and his numb face also rose with a great joy, gently rubbing his sore arms, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Bury the pot and make rice, fill your stomach first." ”

"Gan Ning and Ji Ling are divided into upper and lower nights to guard the city wall."

"Haha, cough... Cough..."Gan Ning, who laughed wildly, accidentally poured a big gulp of cold wind, because he was too tired, with his physique comparable to a six-winged Kuilong, he coughed and wheezed violently.

Ji Ling looked at the yellow turban thieves who were receding like a tide, and his highly concentrated spirit relaxed for a moment, and at the same time, he was tired, hungry, and hurt....... And it came like a tidal wave.

His body staggered, almost fell to the ground, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand was also a little unable to hold, but the excited and somewhat fanatical expression on his face was revealed again, and his eyes stared at Gan Ning and said, "General Gan, do you have time, let's have a discussion?" ”

Gan Ning showed a trace of helplessness on his face, pretended not to hear, and rushed straight past him, scolding secretly: When is it, still coming.

It's not that Gan Ning doesn't want to ignore Ji Ling, it's just that he is too annoying, and from last night to now, he has been constantly pestering Gan Ning to test his martial arts.

Gan Ning was also excited at first, and happily agreed to Ji Ling's request, and defeated him in the hundredth move, thinking that after Ji Ling's defeat, he would be able to go back disheartened.

But who knows, Ji Ling is even more excited, even more excited than defeating Gan Ning, and asks for a try again, at first Gan Ning saw him like this, and he was very appreciative.

Who knew that every time he failed, he continued to challenge Gan Ning, and in just four or five hours, the two fought more than a dozen times in succession, causing Gan Ning to be stunned when he saw Ji Ling.

Gan Ning was already annoyed by his entanglement, but Gan Ning still admired Ji Ling very much, because after every failure, Ji Ling would always look for the flaws of his own moves and constantly improve.

Within these four or five hours, Ji Ling took one hundred moves from Gan Ning from the beginning, reaching one hundred and fifty moves.

Ji Ling saw that the other party was running wildly, his face did not change his fanatical expression, and the secret path finally caught you, and chased after him with a laugh.

"Haha." When Liu Yan and the others saw this scene, they couldn't help but wonder, the tension in their chests was swept away, they laughed a few times, and walked towards the city with Xi Zhicai and Xu Shu.

"Haha." Thirty miles away in the Yellow Turban Camp, Emperor Song looked at the Yellow Turban thieves who were retreating quickly, and for some reason he also let out a loud laugh.

Zhang Bao heard the laughter of Emperor Song, thinking that he had captured Yangcheng, and he was busy raising his eyes, when he saw a red flag on the city tower, facing the cold wind, hunting and rolling, dancing wildly.

A trace of confusion rose in his heart, and he was puzzled: "Emperor Song, Yangcheng has not been captured, why are you so happy." ”

Emperor Song glanced at him indifferently, didn't speak, just stood on the high platform inspired by the winter wind with his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Emperor Song caught a glimpse of a group of soldiers who were as light as swallows in the distance, and he was shocked, his expression showed appreciation, and he said slowly: "When Liu Bian is not yet dead, consume it first, and when all the soldiers under his command are dead, it will be almost over." ”

The more Zhang Bao listened, the more confused he became, and Fu said: Emperor Song meant to consume all of Liu Bian's soldiers, and the battle just now was fierce, and it was completely possible to consume a large number of Liu Bian's soldiers, why did he still order the troops to retreat, so that Liu Bian had a chance to breathe.

Emperor Song retracted his gaze and saw the puzzled Zhang Bao, who seemed to see through his thoughts, and said indifferently: "Do you think this group of forcibly gathered commoners can still hold on after fighting for a day without eating or drinking?" ”

"In another hour, without waiting for the order to retreat, they themselves will be defeated, but it will allow Liu Bian to obtain a large number of prisoners."

Zhang Bao was shocked in his heart, looked at the eyes of Emperor Song, and a trace of reverence appeared, secretly saying that he was worthy of being a character who was killed in Luoyang, and complimented: "My lord is wise." ”

Emperor Song smiled indifferently and walked towards the Feiyan Army.