"Brother Guo, listen to your accent, you are also from Yingchuan?"

Xiang Yu leaned over to get close, obviously he was not good at communicating with people. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehe, didn't I just say that?" Guo Jia had a knowing expression, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Guo, when I heard that you were a scholar, I admired people like you."

"Brother Guo, in fact, I have been paying attention to you for a long time, because you have brought dozens of brothers to join the rebel army, my dream, my dream is to become a person like you."

Xiang Yu looked at Guo Jia with admiration, people like Guo Jia would be popular anywhere.

The soldiers of the Northern Army heard that Qin Zhong's subordinates had a good supply of glutinous rice wine, a sufficient supply of pork, and a military salary three times that of them.

It is rumored that Qin Zhong's family is the owner of the Qingzhou Manor, and his family is rich and silver.

Regarding the news of Qin Zhong, Xiang Yu had already inquired clearly, but unfortunately, he led the army straight to Guangzong City.

"Brother Guo, how do you say that the Yellow Turban Army is the opposite?"

Xiang Yu said with some indignation: "At the beginning, I thought this Taiping Road was good, giving free medicinal herbs to the people, treating people's diseases, sending grain and grass and the like. ”

Yingchuan and Julu want to get close to each other, naturally this is also the hardest hit area of the Taiping Taoist sect, usually walking on the street, there will be an endless stream of people to spread the Yellow Turban teachings to you, especially the free drinking of the water burned to ashes by the yellow paper of Nalaoshzi, I feel disgusting to think about it.

"I heard that they have gathered hundreds of thousands of people to overthrow our Han Dynasty."

Another guy joined the conversation and said with a solemn expression.

"But isn't it, eh, the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao, who is the leader, I heard that he is a god man, why aren't all immortals blessed, why did he provoke a fight?"

"Hey.."

"Manly man, what are you, the soldiers are coming to block the water and cover the earth, so depressed, defeated before fighting!"

Guo Jia's gaze swept over the young man and said in a deep voice.

"However, it is said that the yellow moth is known as hundreds of thousands, and our people are not enough for them to stuff their teeth!"

"Okay, actually, the Yellow Turban bandits are not as powerful as you think, I am just a few dozen brothers, I can still enter and exit his Yellow Turban military camp three times, and I am unscathed!" Guo Jia said with a deep look.

"High, it's really a master!"

Immediately, the assembly horn sounded, and Zhu Jun, Cao Cao, and Sun Jian led the army and rushed to Wancheng.

Guo Jia and Xiang Yu, as the leaders of the logistics group, followed closely behind the army, and the military orders were like mountains, maybe they would also be included in the battle sequence in this vicious battle.

In the western sky, the sunset pressed against the earth like a trail of blood, and the reckless wasteland gradually dimmed, looking more lonely and bleak in the twilight, and the air seemed to freeze, but it was filled with a choking scorching smell and a heavy smell of blood.

A few fat crows, which had just been fed, flew twice around a large tree that had already withered, and landed on the dead branches that had been zeroed out, and with a sharp peck with residual bloodstains, they combed their feathers carelessly, and hiccuped from time to time, as if mocking the land.

There was no cooking smoke, no sound, only smashed and lit houses, only fire and smoke that had not yet been extinguished, only corpses everywhere, human corpses.

Corpses are piled up all over the field.

Blood soaked nearly every inch of the village, forming a disgusting crimson swamp of mutilated limbs and broken heads scattered across the crimson swamp.

As the sun sank into the clouds and the sky darkened, the crows flapped their wings and hovered over the village, forming a procession that slowly flew away towards the dark sky as if they had won a battle.

Qin Jie, as well as the private soldiers led by the local wealthy clans and landlords, had already engaged in a fierce confrontation with the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army led by Zhao Hong, and both sides suffered casualties.

"Lord Qin Jie, is this your solution?" Su Tian frowned and said viciously.

As the leading local manor owner, Su Tian was very dissatisfied with Qin Jie's behavior, if he wanted to kill him, he would kill him cleanly, if he didn't severely punish this gang of evil yellow moths, how could he serve as a warning to future generations?

Qin Jie looked at the ring-headed knife that had been cut in his hand, and said coldly: "Okay, you go again now, and kill them." ”

For those Yellow Turban believers who surrendered, Qin Jie didn't think of killing them all, he just wanted to punish the first evil.

I never thought that the lord of the manor and the wealthy family represented by Su Tian were going on a killing spree, in their opinion, this group of yellow moths was a thief, and everyone was punished.

Therefore, those yellow moths who surrendered saw that they were like pork on a chopping board and let the other party slaughter them, which naturally aroused their fighting spirit!

"It's just a bandit, kill it, I just hate to kill too little!"

Su Tian stood beside a man in a short winter melon in a fancy costume, his manor was in the hard-hit area of the Yellow Turban, and the warehouse had been emptied.

"Alright, alright, wait for reinforcements!"

Qin Jie was exhausted, he sat on the ground with his butt, he was not too guarded, and he naturally lacked confidence to give orders.

Of course, Qin Jie did not kill these yellow moths less, and under the banner of avenging Taishou Chu Gong, he gathered a vote of people, so he naturally needed to convince them to follow him.

After a stick of incense, a Han army appeared in Qin Jie's field of vision, and the flag headed by him was inlaid with the word "Zhu".

"Great, it's Master Wang here!"

"Reinforcements are coming, we're saved!"

。。。

Whether it was Qin Jie or Su Tian, they were all secretly relieved, and they could finally completely eliminate the yellow moth entrenched in Wancheng.

The combined forces of Zhu Jun, Cao Cao, and Sun Jian rushed over non-stop, and they were greeted by Qin Jie's tired army and the Yellow Turban soldiers who had stubbornly completed their efforts.

Looking at the solid Wancheng, Zhu Jun couldn't help frowning, it was another difficult bone to gnaw!

Suddenly, the situation changed, at the beginning, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song were sticking to the long society and waiting for the opportunity, and outside the city were the black and oppressed Yellow Turban soldiers.

Now that it has changed, Zhu Jun must pay the price of thousands of soldiers to attack Wancheng in front of him.

"See the general!"

Qin Jie immediately tidied up his clothes and hurried over.

Zhu Jun nodded, the breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He doesn't like the taste!

At present, the Yellow Turban soldiers led by Zhao Hong are firmly in Wancheng, Zhu Jun has just arrived, and the people are tired, he ordered the army to camp and prepare to attack the city early tomorrow morning.

"General, there are no less than 200,000 thieves in Wancheng, let's not talk about attacking the city now, self-protection is a problem!"

Protector Sima looked at Zhu Jun in front of him, and said faintly: "Perhaps, we should wait for the army of General Huangfu Song or General Qin Zhong, everyone can increase the chance of victory a little if they are united!" ”