Yang Da put his arm around Wang Meng's shoulders and walked outside, and along the way, he roughly explained how Qin Zhong expected the enemy's first opportunity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Zhong was confident, first annihilated the scouts sent by Bocai, and then found Zhu Jun's army halfway through a clever plan.

"Wow, in this way, my lord is really a rare person who is both wise and brave!"

Wang Meng immediately admired Qin Zhong and threw himself to the ground, and soon the fragrance of rice wafted in the village, and under the cold north blow, it drifted into the distance.

Instead of using bamboo chopsticks, it should be replaced with a dagger, slimy, just like modern sushi, except that there are no condiments such as sashimi and seaweed.

However, Qin Zhong still eats with relish, after all, being able to personally participate in the historical process of the Eastern Han Dynasty makes people's blood boil just thinking about it, even if the gluttonous feast such as South Africa's best six-head abalone and sliced Boston lobster is far less delicious than the rice millet in his hand!

After eating, Qin Zhong wandered around the village, but unfortunately the villagers had already gone out to hide from the Yellow Turban bandits.

In this cold winter, it really hurts those dawn people!

After resting for a while, Qin Zhong ran in the direction of Changshe with the soldiers behind him.

Wang Meng still had a little doubt in his heart, didn't he say that they stayed to snipe at the Yellow Turban Army in the south, why did they suddenly run to the north, and they were in the opposite direction, wouldn't this be ridiculous and generous?

Qin Zhong led the cavalry to continue to gallop towards Changshe, and finally saw dozens of yellow flags in the evening straight into the sky, with the word "wave" written on them in ink, and the hunt flew in the wind.

As expected, the Yellow Turban Army in front of them were all on foot, not wearing armor, some wearing leather armor, and most of them were coarse cloth robes, but each Yellow Turban Army had a yellow scarf tied to their foreheads.

Naturally, the vanguard of the Yellow Turban Army also discovered Qin Zhong's traces, and one of them, a black-faced man with a big axe, shouted violently: "Little ones, rush me, slaughter this group of officers and soldiers." ”

In between, Qin Zhong and their team of cavalry came in unexpectedly, and the vision was limited in the dark, Zhang Qiang didn't know how many Han troops had come, and only heard the sound of a loud war horse neighing in his ears.

Immediately, Zhang Qiang was so frightened that he knew that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and he still needed to report this sudden situation to Bo Cai Dafang.

So, Zhang Qiang carried forward his true character as a thief, and after seeing that the situation was wrong, he turned around and ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Along the way, Zhang Qiang climbed with a roll, wishing that his father and mother would have two more legs, but he didn't dare to stop for a while, and he didn't even dare to look back.

Zhang Qiang's ears were full of wind and trees, because of running, there was a phantom sound in his ears, echoing the high-pitched neighing of war horses and the shouts of battle.

"No, no, don't come, don't kill me!"

Zhang Qiang panicked, because of fear, his face had been deformed, his eyebrows wrinkled into the shape of "Chuan", and he had only one belief in his heart, that is, to live, he must live.

Suddenly, Zhang Qiang's left foot tripped over his right foot, he was unsteady on his feet, and his body staggered, "Plop!" With a muffled sound, he fell to the ground carelessly, and then the whole person was like a winter melon. Grunt! "Rolled down a steep slope.

"Pong!" With a bang, Zhang Qiang's head slammed into a brown rock under him, and suddenly, he let out a groan.

Zhang Qiang hurriedly got up, ignoring the pain on his face, gritted his teeth and continued to run forward.

For safety reasons, Zhang Qiang went all the way into the bushes, in the cold winter, the trees were bare, and the branches scraped on people's faces with hot pain!

When Zhang Qiang hurriedly ran back to the front of the camp, he was stopped by the Yellow Turban Army guarding the halberd in front of the door.

"Stop, pass!"

The Wu Chang at the door looked at Zhang Qiang's embarrassed appearance, naturally his heart was full of smoke, coupled with Zhang Qiang's expression of thief eyebrows, but it was not the Han army's meticulous work, and he mixed in to spy on the military situation.

Bo Cai Dafang has long taken the trouble to warn all the Yellow Turban soldiers that they must be vigilant in extraordinary times and do not be careless, otherwise, they are likely to lose their lives.

"Mouth, password?"

Zhang Qiang was dumbfounded, of course, he remembered the password, but he suddenly forgot it.

"Hmph, I don't remember, it can't be a fine work, right?"

Guarding, the captain pulled out the saber in his hand, and the yellow turban soldiers on the side also greeted him with halberds.

Suddenly, fine beads of sweat oozed from the tip of Zhang Qiang's nose and forehead, he hurriedly waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "No, no, I'm my own person!" ”

Although it was cold winter at this time, Zhang Qiang's back was still wet, and he felt a nameless heat hit his whole body, he hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Cinnabar eunuch, Qiankun is clear!" ”

After Wu Chang looked at Zhang Qiang coldly, he let him in.

Zhang Qiang naturally rushed to the big tent of the Chinese army in a hurry, and passed the news of the encounter with the Han cavalry to Bo Cai.

"The disciples of the Great Sage and Good Master have all died in battle, how can you still survive?"

Bo Cai frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and reprimanded.

Suddenly, Zhang Qiang fell to his knees with a "plop" and explained hesitantly, it was too dark, and he didn't see the situation clearly at all.

In the face of the threat of death, Zhang Qiang racked his brains to exonerate himself, he was also kind, and wanted to remind Bo Cai.

"Generous, generous, the loyalty of his subordinates can be learned from the sun and the moon!"

Saying that, Zhang Qiang kowtowed like pounding garlic, but Bo Cai had already waved his hand, and two yellow turban soldiers had already rushed over and grabbed Zhang Qiang in front of him.

"Fleeing from the battle, ignoring the life and death of his brother; Clever tongue, ignore the brotherhood of the yellow scarf, damn it! ”

Bo Cai looked at Zhang Qiang in front of him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Come on, drag me out and cut it off!" ”

Suddenly, the Yellow Turban soldier dragged Zhang Qiang to the outside of the tent, Zhang Qiang drew a few marks on the ground with his feet, and he shouted loudly: "Generously spare your life, generously spare your life!" ”

"Hmph, such a gallless rat who is greedy for life and afraid of death, staying in the camp is also a scourge, so it's better to send him to Huangtian as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Bo Cai looked at Qu Shuai on his left hand and said lightly: "I hope you will look at the elements of the Taiping Dao, and if you encounter the brothers in the sect who are in trouble, you will help!" ”

"We will obey the generous order!"

Bo Cai's subordinates immediately knelt on the ground and said loudly.

A smile appeared on Bo Cai's tense face, and then he said in a deep voice: "If the order goes down, the army can be pulled out, and those who can take Zhu Junxiang's head will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan, a number of cattle and sheep, and a number of women!" ”

"We will obey the order, and we will kill Zhu Jun and live up to our generous expectations!"

The group of Qu Shuai below immediately shouted loudly, and their eyes burst out with a scorching light, this is a big deal!