Inside the tent of the Han military camp. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Huangfu Song touched his beautiful beard and laughed: "Hahaha, it really deserves to be Yang Pingbei, his tiger generals are like clouds, this Yang Yan'an general is strong in martial arts, and he should be a peerless general." ”

"General Yang Yanan's martial arts are naturally first-class in the world."

"General Pingbei's subordinates are indeed like wolves and tigers"

In the big tent, the candles flare, and dozens of Han army generals sit in it to eat, drink and celebrate, so it is not lively.

Lu Zhi and Yang Feng exchanged a drink and said, "Zihan, what do you think of the current battle situation?" ”

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun hurriedly fell silent and put on a posture of listening to their ears.

Yang Feng smiled silently, turned his gaze to Liu Bowen on the side, and said with a smile: "Military advisor, you can tell the generals about it." ”

Liu Bowen smiled helplessly, put down the wine glass in his hand, and arched his hand: "Berwen obeys." ”

Liu Bowen stood up slightly, swept his eyes around, and said, "Colleagues, it's ugly." ”

"Strategist, but it doesn't hurt to say it." Zhu Jun said loudly.

Liu Bowen nodded with a smile and said, "In its current form, if you want to attack the city, I am afraid that you will inevitably kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred." ”

Huangfu Song nodded in agreement when he heard this, his eyes were on Liu Bowen, and he looked deferential.

"However, on the battlefield today, General Yang Yanan single-handedly picked two generals of the Yellow Turban Army, so it can be said that this time is the time when the morale of our army is the highest." Liu Bowen paused.

He continued: "So, Berwyn thought that the siege was inevitable, and it was just a matter of how to attack the city. ”

The generals nodded in agreement.

Liu Bowen touched the tea on the table and took a sip, and said: "My subordinates think that General Yang Yanan and General Gao Shun are making a feint attack and commanding the troops to attack the West Gate, just to paralyze the Yellow Turban Army, so that the Yellow Turban Army thinks that the main forces of our army are gathered at the West Gate, and the main force of the Yellow Turban Army will naturally be placed at the West Gate, and the East Gate will be attacked by General Yang Zaixing. After Liu Bowen finished speaking, he sat back in his seat.

"Yes, it might as well be a good plan." Lu Zhi agreed.

"Yes, but I want to know, is this General Yang Zaixing's martial arts really not under General Yang Yanan?" Zhu Jun said with a little disbelieving.

This question can be said to have asked the voices of everyone in the big tent, most of the Han generals think that Yang Yanan is a first-class general in the world, Zhu Jun asked himself that he has been fighting for many years, and he sees only a few fierce generals like Yang Yanan.

Yang Yan'an, who was standing behind Yang Feng, stepped forward and said, "My lords, Zaixing is Yan'an's nephew, and his martial arts are indeed above Yan'an. ”

What everyone didn't expect was that Yang Yanan still had this relationship with Yang Zaixing, and Huangfu Song on the side suddenly asked: "Zihan, does this General Yang Yanan and General Yang Zaixing, as well as General Yang Zongbao, whom I have never met, have anything to do with you?" ”

"They are all members of the Zihan family." Yang Feng smiled slightly.

Huangfu Song's face couldn't help but be quite complicated when he heard this, and he exclaimed: "The Yang family tiger will gather, it is the luck of the Han Dynasty.....

Inside Gwangjong Castle.

Zhang Jiao's face turned even paler, and he covered his mouth and coughed from time to time, looking very painful.

"Big brother, this .......is the situation," Zhang Liang said ashamedly, he had already told Zhang Jiao all about today's battle situation just now.

"General Pingbei, .......," Zhang Jiao muttered.

Wu Yong, who was on the side, felt very distressed about Zhang Jiao in his heart, and stood up at this time and arched his hand: "General, the Han army has won a big victory today, and I am afraid that it will attack the city tomorrow. ”

Zhang Jiao nodded, coughed again, wiped the corner of his mouth with a hand towel and said to Wang Yanzhang on the side: "General Yanzhang, let me ask you, is Yang Yanan really not your opponent?" ”

Wang Yanzhang remembered the battle on the battlefield during the day, and couldn't help but look cold, and said: "General, the Han general is extremely shameless, the gunshot wound on the shoulder of his subordinates was attacked by him, if it is a frontal battle, he will not be able to take thirty moves under the last general." Wang Yanzhang said coldly.

Wang Yantong on the side also said coldly: "The last general saw the battle between Gao Shun, the leader of the famous Han army's "trapped camp", and the three generals today, and now the last general can confirm that Gao Shun is not the opponent of the last general!" ”

Zhang Jiao's face finally turned a little bloody when he heard this, "Okay, in that case, third brother, go and invite my junior brother to come in to discuss the matter." ”

Zhang Liang's face was overjoyed when he heard this, is he finally going to show his killer feature?

Zhang Liang is still very clear about his eldest brother's ability, he knows that if his eldest brother didn't suddenly suffer from that strange illness and couldn't use his mana, he was afraid that he would have wiped them out if he waited for Yang Zihan to support the Han army.

Zhang Liang once saw Zhang Jiao's ability to call the wind and rain, one day, the Yellow Turban Army ran out of food in the uprising, and even the water was almost gone, Zhang Jiao sat cross-legged on the ground, his mouth was chanting, his fingers pointed quickly in the air, and suddenly shouted: "The rain is coming!" ”

Sure enough, after a while, the dark clouds suddenly thickened, and the heavy rain poured down, almost drowning Zhang Jiao himself, Zhang Jiao hurriedly sat cross-legged on the open space, and he was shouting: "The rain is gone!" ”

Sure enough, after a while, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the clear sky was revealed.

Zhang Liang was stunned and impressed when he watched it from a distance. One day, suddenly there was a person outside the city who claimed to be Zhang Jiao's junior brother and came to defect, Zhang Liang did not dare to slack off, and took Zhang Jiao out to confirm his identity.

Zhang Jiao coughed violently again, touched the handkerchief and wiped it, his eyes instantly shrunk like a needle, and on the white handkerchief, a red blood stain was so dazzling, Zhang Jiao didn't dare to let others see it, put away the handkerchief, afraid that it would affect the morale of the army.

A moment later, Zhang Liang walked into the council hall with one person.

"Senior brother." Zhang Jiao stood up and said cordially to the man who walked in, and Wang Yanzhang and Wang Yantong on the side also paid attention to this person. And Wu Yong looked at the man in front of him with a little suspicion in his eyes, thinking about whether he was so godly.

"Senior brother is seriously ill and has not recovered, please don't stand up and speak."

This person is Sun Sheng, the prince of Zhuyun Long, with two Hu Song double buns on his head, wearing a short-brown robe with a collar of Bashan, a multicolored silk silk tie around his waist, and a bronze sword tattooed on his back. The white meat shoes are lined with multi-eared hemp shoes, and the cotton bag holds a turtle shell fan. figure-eight eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes; Quartet, a beard, if Yang Feng is here, I am afraid that he will complain loudly; "It's amazing my horn, and it's really a Taoist priest who was really invited."

"Senior brother, I'm afraid you're going to go out in the battle to defend the city tomorrow." Zhang Jiao smiled slightly bitterly.

"Senior brother, just rest assured, senior brother will let that group of Han soldiers go and never return!" Gongsun Sheng patted his chest and said.