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"Huh~~"

Zhang Liang, who was galloping, suddenly drank the war horse, Huo Ran raised his right arm, and the generals Fang Yue and Zhang Yan who followed behind him hurriedly followed to stop the war horse, and there were already heralds who conveyed Zhang Liang's military orders like a stream, and the yellow turban soldiers behind him immediately stopped moving, and there was a sea of guns and halberds on the official road under the black pressure!

"General, why are you stagnating?"

Fang Yue stepped forward with a hurried face and said loudly: "General, the terrain here is dangerous, don't stay!" ”

"That's not right! We have fallen into the trap of the enemy! ”

Zhang Liang's face was full of vigilance, and he said in a deep voice, before stepping into the road, he swore that the enemy would not ambush soldiers here, but at this time, the intuition formed by the day-long battle clearly reminded him that the air was filled with murderous aura, and with intuition, they had stepped into the trap of the enemy.

"Woo Woo Woo ~ "

Suddenly, Zhang Liang's pupils shrank, thousands of sharp arrows burning with flames were lost in the air and intertwined into a fire net, the cold arrow clusters shot through the air, emitting a piercing scream, and the feathers at the tail of the arrows drew a trail of flames in the air, like the fangs of a hungry wolf, biting viciously towards the Yellow Turban Army~ In an instant, one after another screams rang out, and there were constantly rockets in the Yellow Turban soldiers who fell down with a wail.

"Rush over, rush over~"

Zhang Liang's eyes were full of hideousness, and the terrible wolf howl pierced the sky, and he slapped the war horse under his crotch fiercely, and the war horse that suffered pain fought all his body immediately, and galloped away suddenly.

"Huh~"

A sharp wolf tooth arrow almost passed close to Zhang Liang's ears, and the flames on the feathers at the end of the arrow actually scratched him faintly painful, Zhang Liang looked up in shock, but saw that in the dense dense forest, he had turned out like a ghost, wearing iron armor, holding a hard bow and standing across the horse, Zhang Liang's eyes revealed a cold murderous intent~

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Xuzhou army, which was all over the mountains, suddenly appeared ghostly with a steel knife in his hand, with a cruel smile on his face, brandishing a steel knife and swooping towards the fleeing Yellow Turban Army~

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Wu County.

After the destruction of Qiao Mao's army, the city wall is already in ruins, Zhang Bao is dressed in military uniform, his face is cold and standing on the city wall, looking at the dead corpses all over the city, his expression is like a knife, in the whistling wind, Zhang Bao's blood-red cloak is waving in the wind.

"Smack~"

Bu Ji, whose face was covered with blood and his armor was torn, hurriedly ran over, clasped his hands into fists, knelt on one knee, and said to Zhang Bao: "Lord, the last general will disappoint you!" ”

"No, General Ben was not disappointed." Zhang Bao took a step forward, stretched out his big hand and pressed it heavily on Bu Ji's shoulder, and said in a condensed voice: "Bu Ji, you are a man, a real man!" ”

His eyes swept over Bu Ji, fell on He Yi, who was also kneeling on the ground, helped He Yi up with his own hands, and said in a deep voice: "He Yi, General Ben once relieved you of your position, but you proved yourself to General Ben in this battle, and you really didn't disappoint General Ben!" ”

Raising his head, Zhang Bao greeted the burning eyes of more than a thousand surviving brothers, especially the more than a dozen seriously injured soldiers who were carried forward, which made Zhang Bao's chest churn with a strange burning heat, this is a group of respectable men.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Bao said loudly: "Brothers, General Ben knows that you have lost your faith and dignity, but today, you are real men, iron-clad men, real heroes, and heroes in my heart!" ”

"Report~~" A horse galloped over, the crisp iron hooves smashed the silent long street, rushed straight to the dock fort, and rushed to Zhang Bao on horseback and said urgently: "Lord, the three generals were attacked by the Ba Yi Xuzhou army in Beiyin Mountain~"

"Lord!"

Bu Ji's expression was hideous, his eyes were burning with fierce anger, he knelt down on the cold bluestone slab, and said sharply: "Lord, please be the pioneer at the end!" ”

"My lord! The villain is willing to follow General Buji as the vanguard! ”

"My lord! The villain is willing to follow General Buji as the vanguard! ”

Suddenly, fierce shouts resounded through the long street, and hundreds of surviving Yellow Turban soldiers crowded into a mass in the open space in front of the dock fort, and the crowd was furious and hoarse to petition!

Zhang Bao looked at the excited soldiers in front of him, these respectable men, a strange scorching heat rolled in his chest, there is such an elite lion, even if all the soldiers and horses from all over the world gather here, there is nothing to be afraid of!

"Choking~"

Zhang Bao pulled out his sword, looked up to the sky and shouted: "The whole army is attacking!" ”

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Luoyang, Imperial Palace.

Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty was standing on the top of the golden steps, and suddenly a Huangmen squire hurriedly rushed into the golden hall, knelt on the ground and played: "Your Majesty, Xiliang Dong Zhuo sent an urgent document of eight hundred miles from Hanoi. ”

Emperor Han Ling said loudly: "Read! ”

The Huangmen squire did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly opened the book and read aloud: "Minister Dong Zhuo, I wish Your Majesty Sheng'an, the minister and the state assassin Shi were ordered to lead the troops to exterminate the Yellow Turban thieves, but they didn't want Yanzhou Assassin Shi Qiao Mao to be greedy and rash, resulting in the defeat of the army, and the minister wanted to attack the thief army, but the minister's status was low, and it was difficult to convince the 100,000 Xiliang athletes under his command~ Therefore, the minister dared to invite Liangzhou to assassinate the history, supervise the soldiers of Xiliang, and swore to quell the rebels for His Majesty, and return my Han Dynasty to the Jingjiang River~~ Minister Dong Zhuo bowed to him. ”

There was silence in the Golden Palace, only the loud voice of the Yellow Gate Attendant echoed and rolled in the main hall, and it lasted for a long time, and the civil and military officials looked at each other as if they were frightened stupidly. Since the founding of Gaozu and the prosperity of Guangwu, there has never been a local minister in the Han Dynasty who dared to ask for power from the imperial court so blatantly!

After a long time, Emperor Han Ling began to stand up from the dragon chair, and walked away without saying a word, and directly hung the hundred officials on the Golden Palace, Zhang Rang, the regular servant of the middle school, shook the dust in his hand and stepped forward and shouted: "This is the end of the court discussion, and the hundred officials are dismissed~~"

Only then did the civil and military officials come back to their senses, and in a whisper, they left the Golden Palace in twos and threes~

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In the Beiyin Mountains, the war is blazing~

The Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Liang stepped into the trap of the official army's ambush, countless arrows fell, hundreds of soldiers lost their lives in an instant, countless Xuzhou soldiers came out from all directions, and the two armies collided fiercely.

"Kill~"

On the chaotic battlefield, flesh and blood flew up, a strong and pungent bloody aura permeated everywhere, and a sharp steel knife flew from the left front of a Yellow Turban soldier, and between the flickering of cold light, it coldly opened his lower abdomen.

"Poof~"

The blood spurted, and the abdomen of the Yellow Turban soldier immediately burst open, and the hot intestines, blood, and feces trickled down and dragged them to the ground. (To be continued.) )