The door opened, and a six-foot-tall, handsome face, and starlight flashing in his eyes, a young general about fifteen or sixteen years old paced into the room, and said solemnly, "General Tiangong." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Yuan Jian, come here," Zhang Jiao beckoned.

Liao Hua immediately paced a few steps to Zhang Jiao's couch, only to hear Zhang Jiao ask, "Yuan Jian, you have been with me for a few years!" ”

"My subordinates followed General Tiangong at the age of ten, and now they have five years and September and thirteen days," Liao Hua replied without thinking.

"Alas," Zhang Jiao couldn't help squinting his eyes and quipped weakly, "I remember it so clearly, I can't imagine that the hairy boy at the beginning has now grown into a young man!" ”

At that moment, Liao Hua smiled shyly, and there was no sense of solemnity at all, "General Tiangong, you summoned me, but what is there to entrust." ”

"Liao Hua, the old man has handed over Ning'er's safety to you, tomorrow, you can take Ning'er and Zhang Niujiao and other Qu Shuai to break through!"

"General Tiangong," Liao Hua was shocked, "your subordinates are your personal guards, how can they leave you at this moment." ”

"Liao Hua, you don't have to protect me in the future, just protect Ning'er in the future," as he said, Zhang Jiao took out a round iron plate from under the pillow on the couch and handed it to Liao Hua, "From now on, Liao Hua has been promoted to the commander of the Yellow Turban Lux Battalion, and led three thousand Yellow Turban Lux to protect Zhang Ning's safety." ”

Liao Hua looked at the round iron plate in his hand blankly, and already knew in his heart that Zhang Jiao had already planned for the worst, otherwise how could he transfer the three thousand elite yellow turban wrestlers who never left him.

"Subordinates obey." Liao Hua knelt down on one knee and said. At the same time, Zhang Ning's apricot eyes on the side were full of crystal tears, "Father-in-law, if I don't leave, I will accompany you here." ”

"Nonsense, cough cough cough," Zhang Jiao's face was a little distorted, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said intermittently, "Ning, Ning'er, don't do stupid things, Ming, follow Liao Hua tomorrow, the farther you go, the better, it's best to be incognito, don't come back." As he spoke, Zhang Jiao's strength dispersed and he fainted again.

"Father-in-law, father-in-law, wake up, wake up," Zhang Ning's delicate face rolled down delicate tears in an instant, while shaking Zhang Jiao's body with a soft thorn.

Inside the house, Liao Hua saw Zhang Jiao's pale expression, hurriedly reached under Zhang Jiao's nose, saw a faint breath, and hurriedly said, "Miss, there is still gas, I'll call the doctor," Liao Hua hurriedly ran out of the house, let go of his throat and shouted.

After a while, Zhou Tuo, who was in the front yard, was alarmed by Liao Hua's voice, and hurriedly rushed to Zhang Jiao's house with a silver needle bag.

After a while, the commanders of the Yellow Turban Department were alarmed by Zhang Jiao's condition, and they all gathered in the backyard of the county government, with a worried look on their faces, for fear that Zhang Jiao would not be able to hold on, and he died on the spot.

After a while, Zhou Tuo, who was sweating profusely, came out of Zhang Jiao's accommodation, and Zhou Tuo sighed at everyone, "Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life." ”

Immediately, Zhang Liang and others rushed into the house and gathered around Zhang Jiao.

The next day, in the city of Guangzong, Zhang Liang personally led 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers to attack the Han army camp at night. Outside the Han army camp, the fire was surging, shining on both sides, Zhang Liang's vicissitudes of life sighed gloomily, and raised the spear in his hand, "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, kill, kill the Han army." ”

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand, kill, kill the Han army." Suddenly, Zhang Liang's 20,000 troops rushed towards the Han army camp.

Inside and outside the camp, Huangfu Song has already been covered with layers of sharpened deer, behind the deer, thousands of Han soldiers stand at the door of the camp with a one-person high shield; Later, the halberd hand hung the halberd on the shield, forming a forest of barbed thorns.

"Shoot," said the crossbowmen in the camp, shooting through the gap in the fence towards the approaching Yellow Turban soldiers.

Waves of feathers that shimmered with black light melted into the darkness with tremors, like the scythe of death, harvesting the lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

A sentry tower in the Han army camp, Huangfu Song and others climbed high and looked into the distance, commanding the Yellow Turban soldiers deployed to meet the night attack.

In Gwangjong City, there are three school fields in the north, south and east. Qu Shuai, who gathered half of Guangzong's yellow scarf. At three o'clock, when the Yellow Turban fought desperately with the Han army, the Daqu Shuai of the three school fields raised his hand and rushed out of the three city gates in the north, south and east. Under the cover of the night, there was a strict order from Qu Shuai, and in the dark, the yellow scarves were not noisy, and some were just the sound of running.

At the ugly time, Zhang Liang led his troops to launch an attack desperately, rushed to the front of the Han army camp, and engaged the Han army in a short manner.

Faced with the loss of more than 3,000 troops, Zhang Liang did not have the slightest tendency to retreat, but intensified the fighting, and vowed not to give up until he captured the Han army's camp.

In the Han army camp, under the command and dispatch of Huangfu Song, the Yellow Turban Army only broke through the three-story deer barricade and engaged the Han army at the gate of the camp.

On the sentry tower, Huangfu Song suddenly slapped the guardrail of the sentry tower, "It's not good, Guangzong's yellow scarf is about to run away." Guo Dian, Liang Yan, and the sect members, you each brought me 3,000 soldiers and horses from the back camp to the three gates of Guangzong, and I will bite them, and I can't let them escape. ”

"Huh," the three of them didn't bother to ask, and immediately climbed down the sentry tower more than three feet high and went to mobilize soldiers and horses.

On the sentry tower, Huangfu Song said a little angrily, "Yun Chang and Xuande, you two each bring 3,000 soldiers and horses to meet the enemy, and leave the yellow scarf here for me." ”

"Whoa."

The next moment, when Guan Yu and the others mobilized troops and horses to go into battle, the green tendons on the back of Huangfu Song's hands holding on the guardrail burst out, like a winding and circling earthworm, and its hideousness, "Zhang Jiao, I hope you can run away, otherwise, tomorrow the Japanese will send light troops to pursue and see where you can escape." ”

In the camp, the Han soldiers who received the order advanced with their axes and shields, and waves of Han soldiers wearing battle robes took the initiative to go out of the camp to attack the Yellow Turban soldiers. In just a few moments, tens of thousands of troops on both sides fell into a melee in the dark.

At dawn, in the middle of the night, Zhang Liang led the few thousand remaining to retreat to Guangzong. In Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao, who was riddled with evil diseases, didn't know what kind of miracle medicine he had taken, and his face was ruddy and energetic leaning on the wall of Guangzong's West City Gate.

Outside the city, Huangfu Song took Guan Yu and Liu Bei to lead half of the troops in the camp to pursue Zhang Liang to the city gate. At this time, Zhang Jiao, who was standing on the city gate tower, let go of his voice and said, "Huangfu Song, Zhang Jiao is here, hahaha." ”

"Zhang Jiao," Huangfu Song gritted his steel teeth and said, "Old horseman, if you have the courage to attack at night, it is better to open the city to meet the battle." ”

"Huangfu Song, what if you lead your troops to attack the city?" On the head of the city, Zhang Jiao sneered at each other.

"Hate," Huangfu Song flicked the reins of his horse hatefully, "go back to the camp." ”

In the shogunate, the sect members and others sent by Huangfu Song led the troops to return in a huff, and in the shogunate, the sect members solemnly said, "Lord Zhonglang, the last general is late, and he did not catch up with the soldiers and horses who escaped from the yellow turbans, but there are a large number of messy footprints at the north gate, and it is initially estimated that seven or eight thousand yellow turbans broke through from the north gate." ”

"The South Gate is too," Liang Yan said.

"The East Gate is the same, but only a few thousand yellow scarves have escaped," Guo Dian said.

"Don't worry about them for now, as long as Zhang Jiao doesn't escape from Guangzong City," Huangfu Song put his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Besides, those who fled are a group of rabble, and it will only take a few days to defeat them." ”