Yang Da felt that he couldn't breathe for a moment, and he felt more and more that Qin Zhong was like a god, he said that Changshe City was saved, and sure enough, in the end, the Yellow Turban bandits fell short!

At this time, the corpses outside the city of Changshe were all over the field, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the bright moon above the sky seemed to be unbearable to see such a tragic scene, and secretly hid in the thick clouds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The first attack on Changshe, Bocai can be said to be a loss of troops, so it can be said that it is a heavy blow to Bocai's prestige!

Qin Zhong touched his chin and secretly thought, there is nothing to explore here, it is better to leave here as soon as possible.

So, Qin Zhong turned around and signaled Yang Da beside him to prepare to leave here, and then, Qin Zhong ran over to the depths of the bushes.

Qin Zhong returned to the campfire, leaving Dumb alone still sitting there, he hurriedly picked up the burden, patted Dumb's shoulder, and said softly: "Goodbye, brother!" ”

Dumb looked at Qin Zhong with a dull expression, without saying a word, he turned over his body and continued to look at the jumping flames.

Qin Zhong was not lingering, and rushed away on the road with Yang Da, at this time, the east was already showing the white belly of the fish, and at the moment when light and darkness intersected, he especially felt that it was abnormally cold!

Bocai returned to the Chinese army's tent under the escort of his own soldiers, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers were covered with a faint sadness on their faces, but they didn't expect that the Yellow Turban Legion, which was invincible in the past, lost the first battle.

Bo Cai sat gloomily on the Hu bed, he let out a long sigh, now it seems that the capital Luoyang is indeed a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, first there is a mighty warrior like Qin Zhong, and then there is a heroic young general who is very brave.

For Qin Zhong's words, Bo Cai had already believed seven points, and according to this situation, it was indeed impossible to break through Changshe City in a short period of time.

Bo Cai thought of Bo Yue's sincere words in the silk silk: "Today, the Han Clan's temple is dead, the soul is gone, the king of Qin is brave and lifeless, don't you cry and fight, how can you win?" The grand wish of the brother, the minister of the society! ”

What Bo Yue said is not unreasonable, originally Bo Cai also hoped to become Wang Zuozhicai, just like Qin Zhong now, Kuang Fu Sheji, save the peril!

Bo Cai touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "Tell me to go down and bury the pot and cook immediately!" ”

Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao and some Qu Shuai were also sitting in the tent with their heads drooping, and when they suddenly heard Bo Cai's order, they were all stunned.

But when it comes to cooking, Zhou Cang and they did feel hungry in their stomachs, and just now they turned around in front of the palace of the Sect Yama King, and everyone was terrified!

Zhou Cang stood up, quickly opened the big tent, and shouted to the soldiers on the side: "Be generous, bury the pot and cook!" ”

After Zhou Cang returned to his seat, the big tent fell into dead silence again, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao looked at each other, they were all rough people, and they didn't know how to comfort Bo Cai.

The rest of Qu Shuai is even more like sitting on pins and needles, Pei Yuanji is a lesson from the past, they don't want to sacrifice their lives for the yellow scarf!

After a long time, Bo Cai frowned slightly, and said quietly: "Okay, you are also tired, let's go and rest first." ”

Zhou Cang and the others stood up one after another, clasping their hands into fists: "The Yellow Turban God bless you, my generosity!" ”

Part of Qu Shuai felt that the stone in his heart had finally fallen, and this time it was okay, and there was no need to go to the Changshe City to call the battle.

With the departure of Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao and others, the tent suddenly became a lot empty, and Bo Cai stood up, pacing back and forth in the tent with his hands pinned.

The number of guards standing guard at the entrance of Bocai was increased to four, in order to prevent those Han soldiers from lurking in the big tent with the intention of assassination.

Wang Liu has been silently watching the battle of besieging Changshe launched by Zishi, and when he found out that Bo Cai had ingeniously let the Yellow Turban Legion carry pointed logs and feign to hit the city gate to attract the attention of the archers, so as to win time for the vanguard troops on the ladder, he was also full of admiration in his heart!

Wang Liu felt more and more that Bo would become the one who surged in the late Han Dynasty, and since the beginning of the party troubles during the Huan Emperor period, the authority of some scholars over the imperial family has been shaken.

In the period of Emperor Ling, natural disasters such as drought and locust plague occurred frequently, and the oppression of the people by the landlords, gentry, eunuchs and clansmen became heavier, and the people were displaced.

Such an imperial power naturally has no prestige at all, so the Huiji Xuchang claimed to be the Emperor Yangming and raised troops to rebel in Juzhang.

Wang Liu saw Bo Cai return to the big tent with the remnants of the defeated army, but he knew very well that this was only part of the strength of the Yellow Turban Legion.

Although many Yellow Turban soldiers were lost in this battle, there were still tens of thousands of Yellow Turban loyal troops under Bo Cai, and it was only a matter of time before he broke through Changshe City.

The news of the failure of the Yellow Turban's siege of Changshe City suddenly spread throughout the Yellow Turban Camp like wiping its wings, and naturally the Yellow Turban soldiers composed of those homeless people were disheartened, and there were faint signs of collapse.

Wang Liu's journey was full of yellow turban soldiers who were talking to each other, and some of the soldiers who had participated in the battle of Changshe just now had frightened looks written on their faces.

After all, it was the first time to participate in the battle of blood and fire, and the vast number of working people were still relatively pragmatic, and they only thought that there was a place to stand on this vast land.

The Yellow Turban soldiers want to get out of here, the dragons are leaderless, and their centurions are real bandits and water thieves.

Under the fierce and vicious power of the centurion, the Yellow Turban soldiers chose to be submissive and swallow their anger, and if they dispersed, they would still be worried about tomorrow's three meals.

Zhou Cang naturally walked out of the big tent following the sound, and said in a deep voice: "What is the noise, the yellow turban in the world is a family, and they are all the people blessed by the Yellow Sky God!" ”

It's a pity that there is just a Qu Shuai in Zhoucang, so naturally there is not much weight, and Li Jia on the side said flatteringly: "Qu Shuai, Qu Shuai, don't care about these rabble, we are the ones who have really been on the battlefield." ”

Zhou Cang glared at Li Jia and said coldly: "Boy, just by virtue of your words, carefully and generously cut off your head, the friendship of the Yellow Turban's comrades, the brotherhood, how can you erase it?" ”

In the barracks, the Yellow Turban Elite Army patrolled around with halberds, and at the same time, not far away from the morning light, the smoke curled, and the fragrance of rice millet was particularly warm in the cold wind!

The Yellow Turban soldiers who were still arguing and even drawing their swords against each other just now quieted down, and everyone looked at the busy group of men in unison, and naturally remembered the fragrant rice in their hearts.