Zhu Jun's sentence: If Zhang Bao is not removed, my Han world will never be peaceful. caused Huangfu Song and Cao Cao to nod their heads one after another, but how to get rid of Zhang Bao was not so easy.

"Patronizing and talking about the situation on my side. Huangfu Gong, I rushed all the way to the county mausoleum, but fortunately I met our army scouts on the way, and I knew that our army had been transferred here. Could it be ......"

Zhu Jun saw that Huangfu Song's face was getting more and more ugly, and he already knew in his heart that this battle might end with his own defeat, but how could it be? Could it be that the Yellow Turban Army still has unmastered information?

"Alas~" Huangfu Song sighed and said: "Since you left, I led the rest of the soldiers and horses to raid the Yellow Turban Battalion, although at the beginning our army was like a bamboo, but later I found that the enemy army seemed to be interested in luring our army into the camp.

However, it was too late to find out, the enemy had already laid an ambush on the left and right flanks, and the enemy had cut off the rear of our army. As a result, our troops suffered some heavy losses, but this was not enough to force our troops to move to positions. ”

Huangfu Song pursed his lips that were a little dry, took the water handed over by Cao Cao, drank it all, and then said, "The most important thing is. After the defeat of our army, I was on strict guard, and later in the middle of the night there was a report from the horse, and I saw that the enemy army had a soldier and horse sneakily rushing towards our army, but when our army was on strict guard, we did not see a ghost until the second half of the night.

But once our army slackened, some people came out of nowhere, beating gongs and drums to shake the sky, and waited for our army to pursue, but they fled without a trace. This repeated exhaustion of our army.

If it goes on like this, let alone kill the enemy, it is a question of whether it can survive in the end. So I can only order to move to the county seat of Changshe to rest and recuperate. ”

At the end, Huangfu Song said: "In addition to Zhang Bao, I see that in addition to Zhang Bao, there must be a person who is comparable to Zhang Bao. ”

Zhu Jun was silent for a while after listening to Huangfu Song's narration. After a while, Zhu Jun suddenly said: "Huangfu Gong, I thought that someone might be able to help me wait." ”

"Oh? Who? Huangfu Song hurriedly said.

"This person is in Dong'e County, in the early years, the general recruited him as the chief secretary of the house because of his fame, but he said that he was ill, and the general did not recruit him later. But this man was known for his impartiality and cunning in the countryside, so it was better to summon him. ”

Zhu Jun's recommendation is actually Cheng Yu, and history records that Cheng Yu has a strategy and can decide big things. This Zhu Jun was able to recruit Cheng Yu, which is enough to show that he is indeed a person with a discerning eye.

"Okay, just according to what Gongwei said. Mengde, I'll leave this matter to you. Huangfu Song agreed with Zhu Jun's opinion, and at the same time arranged for Cao Cao to do this matter.

Huangfu Song and the others here felt a headache for Zhang Bao, but Zhang Bao, who was hurrying up at this time, also had a headache.

When Zhang Bao and the others were cheering for the defeat of the officers and soldiers, the news reported by Tanma made Zhang Bao extremely angry. Nanyang's Zhang Mancheng was injured by the design of Qin Jie, who trusted Nanyang Taishou, because of his greed for merit, and the Yellow Turban Army had no choice but to retreat to Wancheng to defend it.

When he received this news, the military advisor Xi Zhicai gave him a piece of good news. Huangfu Song was defeated and had retreated to the Changshe to defend it.

At this moment, Zhang Bao was hurrying to the county camp. Zhang Mancheng retreated to Wancheng and was seriously injured, and Qin Jie, the Taishou of Nanjun, was likely to send troops north, and when the time came, he and Huangfu Song were attacked on both sides, which made it even worse. So now Zhang Bao just wants to hurry back to the county tomb and discuss the next plan with the military advisor.

After galloping day and night, we finally arrived at the camp at sunset. In front of the camp, a purple dress is looking forward to it, and the clothes fluttering in the sunset are like elves in the wind.

At the end of the pole, a yellow wave rolled in, the moment Zhang Bao's face appeared, Wan's gentle heart pounded, it turned out that one of his own hearts had already been tightly tied to the master's body, and the indescribable sense of joy could only be explained by tears. The tears that rolled down gathered more and more, as if the thoughts of these days had turned into tears.

Finally standing in front of her, Wanrou could no longer bear the pain of longing, and rushed into Zhang Bao's arms, only Zhang Bao in her eyes. At that moment, secular etiquette, other people's eyes are not important, and any obstacle is difficult to stop.

At that moment, time stood still, and the gentle heart that rushed into Zhang Bao's arms suddenly calmed down. That indescribable calm, that calm when a tired bird returns home.

Zhang Bao hugged Wanrou and glanced at Xi Zhicai. Xi Zhicai nodded, and slowly retreated into the camp with a group of generals.

Holding Wanrou in his arms, Zhang Bao seemed to return to his dream. The sun had already set, and the moon and night were blending over the land. Zhang Bao, who closed his eyes tightly, hugged Wanrou in his arms, and seemed to fly in the sky, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther, wandering in the boundless sky.

However, the creepy cold light in the dream appeared again, once again mixed with a chilling murderous aura, and quickly lightning, but this time the protagonist was no longer Zhang Bao, but the gentleness in his arms.

The rapid cold light tore through the air, suppressing the breath around it so that it was impossible to breathe. Finally, Zhang Bao couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't stand this feeling of suffocation.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, the camp was already brightly lit, and there was silence all around. However, Zhang Bao knew that in the dark, there were several pro-soldiers. Their duty is to hide in the dark and silently protect Zhang Bao's safety.

patting Wanrou in her arms, at this time, this little girl was hanging on her body, her snort moved slightly, and she had already fallen asleep. Zhang Bao smiled bitterly, and gently hugged Wanrou horizontally to his chest, and the lovely person in his arms was as soft as boneless.

Put it on the step, tuck the quilt foot, and gently kiss it on the forehead. Wanrou in her sleep seemed to feel the people around her leave, and suddenly grabbed the corner of Zhang Bao's clothes.

"I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to leave again." Wansoft muttered to herself in her sleep. The heartbreaking tone made Zhang Bao's heart ache for a while.

Zhang Bao held the gentle little hand in his big hand and comforted the dream/middle/girl/child: "I will not leave, never leave." ”

The gentleness of sleep is shrouded in faint candlelight. With a delicate face, it is difficult to guess that she is just a maid. The long jet-black eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings ready to fly. A pair of eyebrows are as smoky as distant mountains, the hanging nose under the eyebrows is delicate and small, and the cherry lips are light red, thin and soft.

made Zhang Bao feel a little infatuated, the purple clothes in the dream seemed to overlap with Wanrou at the moment, and they couldn't distinguish each other, so that Zhang Bao didn't know whether he was in a dream or awake.

Finally Wanrou fell into a deep sleep, Zhang Bao kissed the girl's cherry lips again, and tiptoed out of the camp. However, he never saw the sleeping girl, two lines of happy tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.