"You. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。 You're not. ”

"I wasn't killed by the Yellow Turbans, was I?"

Fang Yue's eyes showed endless murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Thief, when you framed You, did you ever think of today?" Take your life! ”

"When~"

Yang Chou's steel spear smashed Fang Yue's rotten silver gun, making a crisp sound, and a huge anti-shock force came, Yang Chou's mouth was numb, the steel gun had already flown away, and a dazzling arc was drawn from the air, and it stabbed into the head of an unlucky Han archer, and the Han archer's wolf footsteps slammed down, and then fell straight down like sawn wood.

"Die~~"

Fang Yue shouted violently, and with a flick of his left hand, he had already picked Yang Chou up from the horse, Yang Chou was in the air, Fang Yue's steel spear had already stabbed between his chest and abdomen like a storm, and in the short moment that the sky landed, Fang Yue had at least stabbed dozens of shots, and Yang Chou's chest and abdomen had already been blurred with flesh and blood.

Zhang Bao's eyes sharpened, and the steel knife in his hand slashed out like lightning, and the sharp blade split the air, emitting a sharp scream.

Zhang Yang's face turned pale in an instant, he closed his eyes in fear, a trace of cold hit instantly, Zhang Yang felt a chill on the side of his neck, and then there was a buzzing aftersound for a long time. Could it be that this is what death tastes like? Zhang Yang opened his eyes tremblingly, and instantly met a pair of cold and fierce eyes, and his heart trembled in fright.

A sneer of disdain bloomed at the corner of Zhang Bao's mouth, he was greedy for life and afraid of death!

"What's your name?"

"Little ...... Villain Zhang ...... Publicity. ”

"Publicity? The party is too flamboyant? ”

Zhang Bao's eyes were cold when he heard this, and he looked up and down at the mighty uniform on Zhang Yang's body, and a sly smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, tie this guy up!"

Zhang Bao gave an order, and the two soldiers pounced like wolves, pulled Zhang Yang off the horse and pushed him to the ground, and in Zhang Yang's struggle and wail, he quickly tied this guy into a strong zongzi.

。。。。。。。。。。

The rain fell, stopped, and the fighting was finally over.

Zhang Baoze's horse galloped slowly from the hillside, rushed up a raised hill, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he pulled the reins of the horse fiercely, and the war horse neighed and suddenly stood up, and the front hooves kicked in the air, and then slammed to the ground. Zhang Bao sat upright on horseback, holding up a thick-backed steel knife, proudly looking down on the entire battlefield.

All the Yellow Turban Army and bandits, as long as they still had a breath, all got up from the ground, and everyone held their breath and stared at Zhang Bao on the top of the mountain, and fanatical worship was flooding their eyes. At this moment, in their eyes, Zhang Bao is not a human, but a god!

"Roar~~~"

Zhang Bao raised the steel knife in his hand fiercely, and roared violently to shatter the sky.

"Roar~~"

Everyone raised their weapons and shouted wildly, like countless furious beasts, gathered together and roared. Under the mountain, Zhang Yang's face was pale, and he looked at the man on the top of the mountain who was as violent as a lion with extremely frightened eyes, and the appeal of this man was really suffocating.

。。。。。。。。。。

The night is like ink.

On the official road between the rivers, there was a mighty army with strong iron armor, with a dark complexion, an indifferent expression, dressed in military uniform, riding on a horse shorter than the usual generals, at this time it was Cao Cao, the commander of the Han Dynasty, Cao Mengde.

Behind him was a general, more than eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, who was Cao Cao's cousin Xiahoudun. This Xiahoudun is Xiahou Ying, since he was a child, he danced with guns and sticks, extremely brave, and later apprenticed to learn art, because of the broken skin scoundrel insulting his teacher, Xiahoudun was angry, assassinated this person, and since then escaped, and later Cao Cao used his connections to protect Xiahoudun, since then Xiahoudun has been extremely loyal to Cao Cao.

"Lord, go slowly!"

"Huh?"

Xiahou Dianzong came forward immediately, went hand in hand with Cao Cao, and said in a deep voice: "Our army has been running for a whole day, there is no shortage of people, and the horses are tired. Besides, this is dozens of miles away from the camp of the thief army, and the last general recommends resting and recuperating first! ”

Cao Cao, who had a dark face, opened his small eyes, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to look back, but saw that the Han soldiers were already exhausted, if they went on like this, let alone attack the Yellow Turban Thieves' grain and grass camp, I am afraid that they would lose their strength first!

"Okay, just follow Yuan Rang's words!"

Cao Cao said sharply: "Order, the whole army rests on the spot, no one can remove his armor, weapons must not leave his hands, the firehead army buries the pot to cook, and the soldiers are moving forward with a full meal!" ”

Cao Cao gave an order, and the herald army galloped away.

"Yuan Rang, this operation can only succeed and not fail! Our army is now scarce of food and grass, and the emperor has rumored that the general has joined the state to meet with the whole country to attack the Yellow Turban thieves. ”

Cao Cao said as he dismounted, found an open space, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and continued: "However, the Yellow Turban thieves have a lot of soldiers and a wide range of food, and although their combat strength is not as good as our army, once the war starts, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat. Only by burning all the enemy's grain and grass can we have great certainty. ”

"But~"

Xiahoudun walked over, sat opposite Cao Cao with a huge body, and said with a puzzled face: "Didn't the general order that if you can get the grain and grass, try to seize the grain and grass as much as possible?" ”

"Hmph~"

A cold light of disdain flashed in Cao Cao's small eyes, and he sneered: "The thief army is powerful, Zhang Bao is extremely cunning, and his subordinates are even more resourceful, how can they not know the importance of grain and grass?" In a certain opinion, the enemy food and grass that can be burned is lucky, and it is still snatched? It's ridiculous! In times of war, we should not be afraid of grain and grass, and I instructed my brothers to burn them as much as possible! ”

"Yes!"

Xiahoudun stood up, suddenly clenched his fists to receive his life, and walked backwards.

Cao Cao raised his head, his face was gloomy, and a pair of eyes shining with cold light looked straight into the distance...

。。。。。。。。。。

Deng Mao's body was coldly presented at Zhang Bao's feet, Deng Ding knelt on one knee, his face was full of pain, behind him, the bandits from Maoshan were arranged in a scattered formation, after a fierce battle, there were about 1,000 people left, most of them were wounded and looked sad.

The combat effectiveness of the Han army is not blown out, although the flamboyant Han army is only a county soldier, but the combat power is still much stronger than the bandits, if it is not for Zhang Bao's Yellow Turban Iron Horse, killing Zhang Yang by surprise, even if Deng Mao gathers more than 2,000 bandits and the Han army to fight a decisive battle, it is also no chance of winning.

The bandits suffered heavy casualties, which was expected by Zhang Bao.

If it weren't for the bandits who consumed the sharpness of the Han army, it would not have been so easy for the Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry to defeat the Han army! The Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry is an elite, and it is also Zhang Bao's hard work, he doesn't want these elite soldiers to be wasted in such a melee, if he has a choice, he would rather sacrifice a hundred bandits than a cavalry.

Of course, Zhang Bao will never say these thoughts, but can only hide them in his heart.

However, what made Zhang Bao's heart heavy was that Deng Mao had already died in battle, so who else knew about the secret passage to the Bingzhou camp? (To be continued.) )