The next day, three miles outside the city, the yellow turban Xiaofangqu handsome hand on the forehead, looking at the city wall of Guanyang County. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info three days, the soldiers surrounded Guanyang County, the results were few, and the soldiers and horses under his command lost more than 1,000 people when they attacked the city.

Just as the Yellow Turban Xiaofang Qushuai was thinking about whether to attack the city, a scout came to report, "Xiaoshuai, more than 1,000 Han soldiers and horses have rushed from Huangxian County, and they are now resting fifteen miles away." ”

"Huang County?" Immediately, the yellow turban Xiao Fang Qushuai's eyes widened, and he said rudely, "Damn, it's the evil star here." Saying that, the yellow turban Xiao Fang Qushuai showed a look of horror on his face, and hurriedly said, "Pass the order, leave behind the unnecessary baggage, and retreat along the southwest!" ”

"Yes, Xiao Shuai," the scout saw his frightened appearance, and immediately didn't dare to ask any more questions, and hurriedly ran to give the order.

"Damn, why is this evil star out of the horse lightly," the yellow turban Xiao Fangqu was still anxious to turn around.

After a while, under the order of the Yellow Turban Xiaofang Qu Shuai, the Yellow Turban withdrew from Guanyang County and retreated to Zhu County in the southwest of Guanyang County.

In the southwest of Guanyang County, Zhujiating, in the news of the Yellow Turban Xiaofang Qushuai, Zhujiating's grain and grass are second only to the warehouse of Guanyang County. Therefore, when attacking Guanxian, he first sent 800 soldiers to attack Zhujiating.

At Kongdaokou in Guanxian County, Zhang Fei, who came over, saw that Bian Xi was fine, and hurriedly asked, "Tai Kuang, where did the yellow scarf go?" ”

"My lord, the Yellow Turban is retreating to the southwest," Bian Xi continued, "If my expectation is correct, the Yellow Turban is heading in the direction of Zhujiating, and if you go there, you will definitely be able to stop the remnants of the Yellow Turban." ”

"Okay," Zhang Fei immediately turned over and got on his horse, "Tai Kuang, you guard Guanyang County, and I will go to exterminate the remnants of this Yellow Turban, so as not to let it cause trouble to the people." As he spoke, Zhang Fei clamped the belly of the black dragon horse with his legs, the black dragon neighed, and he rode in the dust, and behind him, eight hundred light soldiers followed Zhang Fei to Zhujiating and rushed to Zhujiating.

Zhujia Pavilion, a village that is several miles wide, in front of the pavilion is caught in the wave of yellow turban siege, in the pavilion, Zhu Xiu, the head of the Zhu family pavilion, holds a big gun, and beats the yellow turban soldiers who rushed up to the entrance of the village, reducing the pressure on the village guards.

In the crowd, a burly young man with a waist of eight measurements and a rough face held a double iron halberd, and one halberd slashed the Yellow Turban Army under the halberd blade.

"Kill, kill, kill," the village guards followed behind him, and one after another the Yellow Turban soldiers fell.

"Kill, kill Lao Tzu," outside the pavilion, a member of the Yellow Turban Yong, who was naked in his eyes, held a ring head knife in his hand, and rushed to the village in the lead. Behind him, one after another Yellow Turban soldiers charged into the village.

With his addition, all the soldiers and horses of the 800 Yellow Turban soldiers were pressed, and in an instant, the defense line at the entrance of the village was crumbling, and the Yellow Turban Army opened one gap after another by the Yellow Turban Army.

In the village, although the pavilion chief Zhu Xiu made a big gun extremely powerful, under the counterattack of dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers who were not afraid of death, Zhu Xiu was beaten and retreated.

"Dad, I'm here to help you," a majestic voice sounded, and then a black light was thrown out of the young man's hand, which was his personal weapon halberd.

"Huh," a Yellow Turban soldier was stabbed violently by a halberd, and his body flew out upside down with a sense of inertia, smashing into several comrades, and screaming miserably. Immediately after, a young man with a rough face appeared next to the pavilion chief Zhu Xiu, and in front of the yellow turban soldier who pounced on him, the young man hurriedly waved the shining halberd in his hand, and in an instant, there was an empty space in front of him.

"Dad, you stand back, I'll come," the rugged young man said without replying.

"Kun'er, be careful," Pavilion Chief Zhu Xiu gasped a little roughly, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Dad, don't worry, these traitors, the child hasn't been put in his eyes yet," said, Zhu Kun's eyes were full of fierce light, raised the halberd in his hand, and smashed a yellow turban soldier into the air with a halberd.

Not long after, the little marshal of the Yellow Turban led his troops to come, and seeing that Zhu Jiating had not yet been captured, he scolded angrily again and again, and his heart was holding back. At this time, a yellow turban soldier rode a fast horse from the rear of the headquarters, "My lord, the Han army is coming."

"Damn, so fast," the yellow turban handsome gritted his teeth in shock, and gave the order to go down and accelerate the attack on Zhujiating, let's go, go back to Chunyu. ”

The eight hundred yellow turbans received the order to step up the offensive, but they did not know that a large number of Han troops had arrived from Guanyang County.

Three miles away from Zhujiating, Zhang Fei received an urgent report from the scouts that Zhujiating was under the desperate siege of the Yellow Turban, and then hurriedly rushed to the place of battle with 800 light soldiers.

"Kill," Zhang Fei suddenly roared, and the soldiers behind him followed.

In the pavilion, Zhu Xiu, who was covered in blood, pierced the chest of a yellow turban soldier with a shot.

"Death," gritted his teeth, Zhu Xiu hurriedly drew the iron gun in his hand, and with a "ding" sound, there was a burst of gold and iron, and when the Yellow Turban soldier had not changed his move, Zhu Xiu's free left hand reached out and pinched the Yellow Turban soldier in front of him. "Click," Zhu Xiu twisted his hand, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

"That's," Zhu Xiuxun looked for prestige, and saw that behind the Yellow Turban, a strong man in iron armor was rushing forward, and no one in the Yellow Turban could resist wherever he passed.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Xiu didn't want to know before and after. Immediately, Zhu Xiu raised his voice and said, "Hold on, hold on, reinforcements are coming." ”

Hearing this, the spirit of the guards who were still fighting bloody battles in the village was lifted together, and at the same time, the offensive in their hands became more and more fierce.

The Zhu family's guards in the pavilion have changed their declining trend, and although they are still at a disadvantage, they are still struggling to support them.

In the pavilion, Zhu Kun, the eldest son of the pavilion chief Zhu Xiu, rose and fell with a short halberd in his hand, raising a rain of blood sprinkled one after another, making him like a fierce general from Shura's hell.

In the battle, the Yellow Turban brave generals watched all directions and listened to all directions. However, for the reinforcements that came, he was anxious in his heart, it was not that Xiaoshuai ordered a rush to attack Zhujiating, how could he not see a single reinforcement join the battlefield now, in the situation that he was anxious, when Zhu Xiu shouted, he hurriedly followed the prestige, and scolded angrily at the moment, "Damn, you actually used me as a backdrop." ”

The Yellow Turban Warrior immediately wanted to withdraw from the battlefield, but several of the guards he fought with were entangled to death, which was comparable to the strength of his battle. Suddenly, the yellow turban handsome narrowly dodged a stabbing sword. Immediately, he collected his mind and decided to deal with the person in front of him first.

Outside the village, the arrow-like Zhang Fei led hundreds of people to harvest the lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers like wheat. The black dragon under his crotch galloped through, and no one could stand.

Not long after, most of the Yellow Turbans besieging Zhujiating were wiped out by the Han army, and even the Yellow Turban warriors with good martial arts were split in half by Zhu Kun's halberd.

In the Zhujia Pavilion, the pavilion chief Zhu Xiuzheng greeted Zhang Fei, who came to help. Immediately, the young man Zhu Kun carried the halberd on his shoulder, covered in blood, "Dad, the yellow scarf has been ambushed." ”

"Well," Zhu Xiu bowed his head and pointed to Zhang Fei beside him, "Kun'er, come and see Lord Donglai Taishou Zhang." ”

Immediately, Zhu Kun looked Zhang Fei up and down, looked at him with contempt, shook his head, and said a little reluctantly, "Lord Taishou." ”

Zhu Kun's every move made the pavilion chief Zhu Xiu beside him frown slightly, and said in his heart, "Do you treat Lord Taishou like this?" ? Immediately, Zhu Xiu smiled with a smile, "Zhang Taishou, this is a dog, Zhu Kun, fifteen years old." Saying that, Zhu Xiu looked apologetic, "The dog was disrespectful in his words, and he still looked at Lord Haihan." (To be continued.) )