After all, Dong Zhuo is the first person to unite across nationalities!

Of course, there may be others, but they are either buried or become history, and they have no appeal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Far water can't save near fire!

After Qin Zhong got involved with Dong Zhuo, after Dong Zhuo was killed by Wang Yunxian, he naturally avenged Master Dong.

Didn't Jia Xu just let Li Dao and Guo Yan counterattack Chang'an under such a banner!

Moreover, under the situation of the Han Dynasty's repeated recklessness, the people are full of complaints, and with natural and man-made disasters, no one wants to fight.

In the imperial court, there are also many people who are far-sighted and look to the future, and the great integration of nationalities is the trend.

Qin Zhong didn't find that Dong Zhuo was so able to talk, it was just a basket of words, he had already put his upper eyelids against his lower eyelids, and he yawned again and again.

However, for the sake of Xiliang Tieqi and Dong Zhuo's daughter, Qin Zhong decided to fight.

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"Brother Guo Jia, you said that we can all be here this time, in case Zhao Hong and the others come over, then where should we run?" Xiang Yu looked worried and asked worriedly.

"Run? We have already surrounded the Yellow Turban bandits as if they were in iron buckets, they have wings and cannot escape, where are we going? A young man next to him said indignantly.

"Look at those Yellow Turban bandits, damn it, they're not human, they kill people like numbness, and they don't blink their eyes, it's really terrible." A soldier joined the conversation.

Guo Jia sighed as he spoke: "Alas, when Zhang Jiao raised his army, under the slogan of doing the right thing for heaven, they were originally aimed at saving the people of the world, but now they have become robbers who rob homes and houses. ”

"What are you afraid of, with Zhu Jun here, don't say that there are thousands of scarf thieves, even if there are millions of Yellow Turban soldiers here, it's not enough! This time, we can follow Zhu Jun's achievements. ”

Guo Jia smiled, comforted Xiang Yu and said, "Don't worry, this battle will be won." ”

"Why are you so confident?" Xiang Yu asked puzzled.

"Zhao Hong's gang of Yellow Turban Army is just the end of the crossbow, and they won't be able to jump for long!" Guo Jia smiled.

"What the hell, what do you mean?" Xiang Yu is a monk who is the second in Zhang, and he is confused.

"How would you feel if you were trapped in the city?" Guo Jia reluctantly changed his speech and told Xiang Yu to listen.

"This, this, it's hard to say." Xiang Yu snorted, as if he didn't dare to say much.

"But it doesn't hurt to say that, I can actually guess it."

Guo Jia saw that Xiang Yu was reluctant to say it, so it was not difficult for others, so he said to himself: "They were afraid that they were huddled together, and on the surface they were huge, but in fact they were very empty. ”

"This just shows that Zhao Hong is already at the end of the crossbow." Guo Jia talked eloquently, "In addition, the reason why the previous battle was failed was mainly because of the big loss of the enemy, because of the asymmetry of information, coupled with the Yellow Turban bandits' deliberate clumsiness, this would not be thought of by anyone, but in that battle, the Yellow Turban bandits also exposed a lot of problems, although there is the Yellow Turban evil art to support, it is a pity that it is a drop in the bucket, and most of the people who are coerced by them are just blinded people." ”

Xiang Yu was puzzled by the question and answer: "However, Taiping Dao suddenly gathered so many people and horses, and the momentum was surging, do they all believe it?" ”

"This is the problem, if it is really willing to join the Taiping Dao people who believe in Huang Tianzhen God, they have already joined, which shows that so many people are actually forced to be helpless, so this time, we will definitely win."

Guo Jia smiled, looked at a group of tents in the distance with deep eyes, thoughtful.

Xiang Yu looked at Guo Jia like this, knowing that it was inconvenient to disturb him for a long time, so he left the camp with a smile.

Under the twilight of Wancheng, Zhu Jun stood silently at the col and looked at the yellow flag opposite, and his thoughts flew over with wings.

As a soldier of the Han Empire, it is my duty to defend the land.

Soldiers should regard the country as their home!

Soldiers should die in battle!

Soldiers should have no seven emotions and six desires!

Soldiers should have no children!

A soldier should be a bullet, and its destination is the chamber of the gun!

It has to be ready to ------ fire!

On the other side, Bu Feng gathered a lot of Yellow Turban stragglers and prepared to rush to the aid of Wancheng.

Zhou Cang and those centurions felt that this was simply hitting a stone with an egg, what ability could they have to defeat Wang Shi?

"This, I have long had a clever plan, with the 'fairy bean', and now for me, both the dead and the living have uses, and it can be said that the dead have more uses than the living." Bu Feng said with a sneer.

With Bu Feng's order, all the Yellow Turban believers began to assemble.

The "Immortal Bean" is a pill that makes people become immortal gods, Bu Feng doesn't know how this is made by himself, but as long as it works, then what is there to care.

Dry!

Bu Feng secretly made up his mind in his heart, took out a gourd from the cloth bag he was carrying, and said, "Everyone has eaten all the fairy beans, and I will lift the siege of Wancheng." ”

Wang Xuan felt that the small life was good, these days were three meals a day, and he ate meat and drank a lot of wine, the roast pork leg exuded a burst of attractive fragrance, and the mellow barley wine has always been in the mouth.

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Wang Xuan's face was flushed, he was living a comfortable life, eating and drinking all day long.

In front of the bonfire, Bu Feng held the bowl and said affectionately: "Comrades, the so-called raising a thousand soldiers, and using soldiers every day for a while. ”

Balabala said a lot of uplifting words, just when he was thirsty, the man on the side, Li Wu, was very considerate and brought a bowl of cold water.

"Xiao Fang, you taste, who is sweet today."

"I'm not in the mood, you can drink."

Li Wu drank the water in one gulp, and it was really sweet and delicious.

Almost all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban ate the "fairy beans", and Zhou Cang quietly threw away the "fairy beans".

In the second half of the night, the moon is dark and the night of killing, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire!

There was silence all around, the river quietly stopped flowing, and slowly fell asleep, as if afraid to wake her, and the dark pine forest suddenly ceased to be noisy.

The nightingale's singing fell silent, and after singing all day, she went to rest, and the long-legged coot was not shouting, as if she was afraid to break the tranquility and beauty of this moment.

Whether it was the Yellow Turban Army in Wancheng or the Zhu Jun Army on the periphery, they were all tired, and everyone took local materials and went to sleep.

Actually, Zhu Jun was still a little worried, Zhao Hong would attack overnight, after all, the Yellow Turbans could be said to be fanatical Taiping Dao believers, and they couldn't be dealt with with common sense.

Just like that, the night passed, and the Yellow Turban defenders of Wancheng and Zhu Jun's army passed without incident.

Zhu Jun ordered the soldiers to beat the drums of war, preparing to attack Wancheng and fight to the death with Zhao Hong's Yellow Turban Legion!