Liu Yu cared about the Han family and took pity on the suffering of the people, so he was naturally unwilling to do such a rebellious thing, and in the end, Yuan Shao had to give up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Fu is not useless, at least he contributed the first famous general in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the peerless general Pan Feng.

It's a pity that Pan Feng's appearance time was too short, and he was beheaded by Dong Zhuo's brave and combative general Hua Xiong, whooping and mourning, a peerless general!

Thinking of this, Qin Zhong touched his chin and said in a deep voice: "The world is in turmoil, we should do our best to get rid of the national shame, for the sake of today, take those ploppy Yellow Turban believers out of here, and then burn this place clean with a fire, and shirk death in the chaos, no one will doubt it." ”

Zhou Cang's face was stunned, but he immediately thought about it, anyway, he was familiar with those Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army, and they betrayed Bo Cai's generous words, so naturally it was not a pity to die.

Bo Cai looked at Qin Zhong with some hesitation, do you really want to do this?

"It's not a way to drag it out like this, Zhang Mancheng has already been killed, if you stay here, the divine envoy will not let you go, and moreover, more innocent Yellow Turban believers will die tragically under the halberd of the defenders of the Changshe."

Qin Zhong paused, and said in a deep voice: "The stakes are more important, you can weigh it yourself, what I want to say is that you must not bury the lives of others because of personal gains and losses." ”

"Han has lost its virtue, the mandate of heaven has not changed, and when the brave and warlike Western Army returns, there is no way to retreat, only death!"

Bo Cai's expression was solemn, and now he would not doubt Qin Zhong's words, because everything Qin Zhong said so far had been fulfilled.

Bo Cai didn't care what the Yellow Turban soldiers led by Wang Liu's divine envoy to capture Changshe City, but now he was more concerned about the life and death of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban believers behind the camp, who were just a group of people with farm tools in their hands.

After two cups of tea, Bo Cai let out a long sigh and said softly: "According to Zimei, I won't joke with the lives of my brothers." ”

That night, Qin Zhong and Yang Da led the soldiers behind them to observe around the Yellow Turban Tent under the leadership of Zhou Cang, and determined several ignition points.

Historically, Huangfu Song took advantage of the windy night at the end of May to order the dead soldiers to secretly go out of the city and set fire to the Bocai camp of the company camp, and at this time, Cao Cao, who was with 3,000 men and horses, rushed over.

Qin Zhong is not Zhuge Liang, he doesn't have a magical immortal technique to borrow the east wind, so he is naturally looking for a suitable ignition point and keeping it for ignition.

Although it could not achieve the effect of taking advantage of the wind to swallow up all the camp tents that were connected together, the thousands of armored soldiers behind Qin Zhong should be able to make up for it more or less.

Suddenly, Zhou Cang in front of him stopped, his eyes looked coldly at the man in a Confucian robe with a goatee not far away, with gray hair, at this time, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at Zhou Cang in front of him arrogantly.

Fortune is fickle!

At the beginning, Wang Liu was just a poor scholar, and was thrown outside by Zhou Cang like a chicken, but now he has become a sergeant of the divine envoy, and the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers all looked respectful and worshipful when they saw him.

"Tsk, who am I, it turns out to be you stunned!"

Wang Liu's head was held high like a big goose, and he said with disdain: "I haven't seen you for a few days, don't you even understand the rules?" ”

"Hmph, I'm sorry, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to point fingers at Lao Tzu?"

As he spoke, Zhou Cang rushed over in three steps and two steps, grabbing Wang Liu's robe, and at this time, the Yellow Turban Jingzhong Army on the side immediately rushed over.

"Presumptuous, dare to be rude to the military advisor!"

At this time, Pei Yuanshao rushed over with a ring-headed knife, and he said viciously, "Well, you have a bunch of eight lambs, don't want to hurt my brother!" ”

Since the eldest brother Pei Yuanji died in the Changshe battle, Pei Yuanshao is determined to avenge the eldest brother, without the slightest slackness, as long as the dead soldiers sent by Huangfu Song to harass him in the previous few times are in his hands, they are all annihilated.

The divine envoy felt that Pei Yuanshao was a manufacturable material, at least his martial arts were not bad, and he was also favored by him, so he was promoted to Xiaofang.

Of course, as the divine envoy of the Yellow Heaven God of Taiping Dao, he still has an extremely lofty status in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army.

Naturally, most of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Elite Army knew Pei Yuanshao, so they didn't argue with Zhou Cang about anything.

Wang Liu sneered, pinned his hands behind his back and walked towards his camp with the soldiers behind him, he now felt that he could finally show the talents and ambitions he had learned in his life, and his heart was extremely happy.

Qin Zhong sneered, he is a scholar and careerist, what is the difference between such a person and the Guo family of Chen Liumen?

Pei Yuanshao walked over quickly, and said excitedly: "Zhou Cang, I knew you weren't dead, where have you been these days?" ”

After Zhou Cang saw his acquaintance, he was naturally very happy, and he said with a smile: "Lao Pei, you kid is good, and now you are thriving." ”

Pei Yuanshao looked bitter and smiled awkwardly, this is not a good record, after all, the Yellow Turban soldiers suffered more casualties.

Qin Zhong knew that the dead soldiers who were sent out were by no means mediocre, and they were carrying out the task of harassing the enemy with the belief that they would die, so their combat effectiveness should naturally not be underestimated.

Pei Yuanshao knew that Zhou Cang was called over by Bocai to carry out the mission, and after seeing him return safely, he didn't ask anything, and glanced at Qin Zhong inadvertently, but he didn't say anything.

"Brother, let's go, let's have a couple of drinks!"

Pei Yuanshao said that he was about to leave here with Zhou Cang, Zhou Cang was a big boss, and there were not so many curves, and he immediately said in a deep voice: "Brother Pei, I am going to lead some Yellow Turban believers back to the rear on the order of Dafang, will you go together?" ”

Hearing Zhou Cang's words, Pei Yuanshao's pupils froze, his eldest brother Pei Yuanji died in Changshe County, and it was impossible for him to stop there.

"Hey, isn't it, now it's the divine envoy who controls the Eastern Yellow Turban Army." Pei Yuanshao's face was stunned, and he asked with some puzzlement.

"There is no way to do this, those Yellow Turban believers are just a group of fleeing people, and staying behind will not only not help, but may drag down the plan of the oracle."

Worried that Zhou Cang accidentally said something wrong, Qin Zhong said softly, and Zhou Cang's busy thoughts echoed.

"It's okay, the divine envoy is determined to win Changshe City, and I am also confident." The corners of Pei Yuanshao's mouth hooked up a touch of arc, and he said loudly.

Sure enough, Pei Yuanshao was determined to stay in Changshe, and Zhou Cang shirked and went to inform those Yellow Turban soldiers and refused his kindness to drink.