"Kill," a yellow turban Qu Chang who came to the aid rushed to the city from the inner wall and horse road with red eyes, and saw the Han army appear in the field of vision, and immediately swung his knife and slashed, killing the Han soldier under the knife. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Facing the Yellow Turban Qu Chang who was not afraid of death and the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, for a while, the Han army on the horse road at the head of the city could not attack, but was forced to retreat step by step.

At the juncture, Sun Jian, who noticed this, immediately said to a big man behind him, "Da Rong, you go and help them, drive the yellow scarf to the juncture, and let our people come up." ”

Zu Mao saw that Sun Jian was unstoppable, and he could only gnaw on small fish and shrimp behind him, and he didn't refuse at the moment, "Wentai, be careful, I'll go." ”

"Hahaha, Da Rong, the person who can kill my Sun Jian has not yet been born," said Sun Jian, who slashed at the Yellow Turban with a heroic sword. The next moment, a stream of blood splattered on Sun Jian's armor and cheeks, making Sun Jian look extremely hideous. Immediately, Zu Mao carried a ring-headed knife with a head of more than 20 catties to kill the Yellow Turban crowd.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, the junctures were full of Han troops, and the Yellow Turban Army was driven down the city by Sun Jian and others. At this time, Sun Jian, who was a tiger with a bear waist, was fighting more and more fiercely with the surging Yellow Turban Army along the horse road that rushed to the juncture.

"Spearmanship, bloody battles." A thunderous shout suddenly sounded from Sun Jian's side, and then, a standard spear made of hardwood burst into the Yellow Turban crowd, swept left and right, followed by the sound of "horn", and the Yellow Turban soldiers on the horse road smashed to both sides.

"Yang Cheng, you still fucking use this trick," Sun Jian laughed, his body followed the situation, and the ancient ingot knife in his hand slashed through the arc blades, and no one in the yellow scarf could stop the sharpness of the ancient ingot knife.

"Brother Wentai, my bloody battle is specifically to deal with group attacks, so I don't need to use this trick." The white-robed young general Yang Chengtou did not reply, the spear in his hand did not pause at all, and the spear pierced the throat of the yellow scarf.

"That's right," Sun Jian smiled heartily, jumped in front of Yang Cheng, reached forward with a big fan-like hand, grabbed Changge in the hands of a yellow turban soldier with one hand, and dragged it back, and in a hurry, the yellow turban pounced on Sun Jian, and immediately, Sun Jian kicked out, and the yellow turban soldier immediately flew out upside down and smashed into the yellow turban soldier on the road.

"Brother Wentai, you are close to me and far away," Yang Cheng finished speaking, the spear in his hand burst through the left side of Sun Jian's neck like lightning, and a strong wind hit Sun Jian's hand, Sun Jian did not see the slightest change, obviously trusting Yang Cheng. In an instant, one of the yellow scarves on Sun Jian's left let out a miserable howl.

"Okay," Sun Jian snorted softly, and the two cooperated with each other, leading the Han army that rushed down from the juncture to lay down the horse.

As the city gate was opened by Sun Jian and others, the Han army outside the pass surged into the city of Western Hubei. Although the Yellow Turban soldiers shouted in the hoarse voice of the herald soldiers assigned by Sun Xia, "The Han army does not want to be captured, and those who don't want to die will fight with the Han army." In the surging red tide, the Yellow Turban soldiers fought endlessly, but they were still defeated by the Han army and retreated to the central county of West Echeng.

On the car outside the gate, the guards reported to Zhu Junyu, "Lord Zhonglang, the south gate has been broken by Cao Duwei, the north gate has been broken by Dong Sima, and the west gate has been broken by Huang Sima. ”

"Well," Zhu Jun raised his right hand lightly, "Order, Captain Changshui, prepare to attack and intercept the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers." ”

"Oh," the guards immediately shouted, "Zhonglang has an order, Changshui attacked, intercepted and escaped Yellow Turbans." ”

"Zhonglang has an order, Changshui attacked, intercepted and killed the fleeing yellow turban......

"Zhonglang has an order, Changshui attacked, intercepted and killed the fleeing yellow turban......

With the neighing of the guards, on another nest car, a yellow daqi embroidered with vermilion characters waved, located in the rear army, and the five thousand long water cavalry that had never been mobilized by Zhu Jun were divided into four groups, each with 1,250 people guarding a city gate.

"At the beginning, Meng Yu, it's time to enter the city," Zhu Jun said, straddling the sword at his waist and taking the lead in climbing down the rope ladder.

In the city of Western E, as a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers were killed by the Han army, fewer and fewer Yellow Turban soldiers were powerless to resist, and they threw down their weapons or hoes and wooden swords to surrender, but the Han army did not accept the surrender of the Yellow Turbans at all, after all, these heads, that are all war exploits, if the Yellow Turban Army surrenders, the ducks will fly when they get their hands; What's more, Zhonglang had already ordered not to take prisoners, so these Han troops were even more ruthless to the Yellow Turban Army who were killed by the neck, and they rushed to harvest the exploits that were taking place in front of them.

Sunset in the west, the battle of the city of West Hubei ended, except for a small number of Han soldiers who could not handle the movement, the rest of the simple treatment of the wounds and then joined the aftermath of the matter, the corpses of the robes and bodies that died in the battle were collected one by one, and the badges and flags worn by the soldiers who died in the war were collected, so that the pensions issued by the imperial court after their death were sent to their families.

Xi'e County Ya, Zhu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, since he led his troops to attack Wancheng a few months ago, he couldn't attack it for a long time, and Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty continued to urge him to pacify Jingzhou. Under the huge pressure of Emperor Han, if it weren't for the help of his old friends in the court, I am afraid that he would have ended up in prison like Lu Zhi. Now, the large number of Yellow Turbans in Jingzhou has been pacified, and only the remnants of the Yellow Turban forces remain, which can be handed over to Xu Xuan, the assassin of Jingzhou, and Qin Jie, who is too guarded by Nanyang to pacify, and he can return to the dynasty and enjoy the sealing of the Han Emperor, as well as how to fish out Lu Zhi who was in prison.

Not long after, the captains of various departments in the army flocked to the Xi'e County Ya, and reported to Lu Zhiyu how much they had lost in battle, as well as beheading the commander of the Yellow Turban.

"The army will rest for ten days in Western Hubei first," Zhu Jun waved his hand, sympathizing with the fatigue of the generals and soldiers of the army who had been attacking the Yellow Turban Army for several months, and then Zhu Jun said with a smile, "This general will show to the imperial court and ask Your Majesty for rewarding meritorious people." ”

"Lord Xie Zhonglang," Immediately, the lieutenants of the various departments in the hall smiled one after another, and they tied their heads to the waistband of their trousers, not just to be able to have a good future and benefit future generations.

"Okay," Zhu Jun raised his hand, "Ben will have already transferred a batch of wine and meat from Jingzhou a few days ago, and the three armies will be rewarded tonight, and everyone will not return if they are not drunk." ”

Immediately, the lieutenants of the various departments in the army, who were in a good mood, waved their fists fiercely and shouted happily, Lord Zhonglang is mighty, Lord Zhonglang is mighty. ”

In the hall, Zhu Jun heard them shouting, his eyebrows were raised, and he immediately raised his arms and said, "Your Majesty is mighty, and the Han is mighty." ”

"Yes, yes, yes," Cao Cao, the lieutenant lieutenant of the school, immediately responded to Zhu Jun's shout, "Your Majesty is mighty, and the Han is mighty." ”

"Your Majesty is mighty, and the Han is mighty......"

When night fell, in the city of West Hubei City, the east of the city set up a large iron kettle one after another, and the Han soldiers sharpened their knives and prepared to kill pigs and sheep, and cook them into meat soup to distribute to the lieutenant officers and soldiers of the army.

In the night, I saw that the city of Xi'e was brightly lit, and in a burst of laughter, the Han soldiers fell drunk in the camp.

In the city of Xi'e, in the city gate tower, the lights illuminate the small city gate tower. Inside, a pot of fragrant meat soup fluttered through, and three people around a small low table, pushing bowls and touching each other.

"Brother Yang, it's done," a typical Jiangdong Han Zumao said with a jar of Du Kang wine.

"Da Rong, you fucking use a jar to do it with people and a bowl, and you did it for you." Sun Jian, who was wearing an orange curtain, scolded with a smile. As Zhu Jun rewarded the whole army, Sun Jian, Yang Cheng, and Zu Mao took the initiative to take charge of the defense of the city of Western Hubei, and Zhu Jun praised the three of them and ordered someone to send them a large pot of meat soup, a few snacks and a few jars of wine.

"Wentai, don't blame me," Da Rong wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, "Yang Cheng, this kid has a red face and a thick neck after a few glasses of wine, and his face is as red as a monkey's buttocks." ”

"Zu Mao, you dare to expose the master's shortcomings," the dignified Yang Cheng immediately blushed, and said viciously, "If the master doesn't loosen your muscles and bones tomorrow, you won't know that Uncle Yang of Xiangyang is powerful." ”

"Hehe," Zu Mao said provocatively, "Yang Cheng boy, I'm afraid you won't make it, no matter what I say Zu Mao, I am also a good man in Fuchun, Wu County." ”

"Smack," Sun Jian slapped the back of Zu Mao's head, "Da Rong, your skin is itching, and if you want Bo to loosen it for you." ”

"Wentai, if you don't drink this wine, then I'll drink it, so as not to waste it," Zu Mao said.

"Fart," Yang Cheng scolded angrily, snatching the wine jar from Da Rong's hand, "Zu Da Rong, when did the master say that he wouldn't drink," as he spoke, Yang Cheng poured down with his neck raised.

"Okay, it's a man," said Zu Mao and Sun Jian for a while, which made Sun Jian helpless for a while.