Peng Tuo once again escaped Qin Zhong and their royal division and escaped from Xihua County safely, but he knew that this was only temporary, and the top priority was to find a new place to stay. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Peng Tuo and Qu Feng have been close partners for six years, they know each other, he knows Qu Feng's strength, since he didn't come back, then there is only one possibility, Qu Feng died in battle.

Judging from the current situation, Qin Zhong, the young southern lieutenant who captured Ma Yuanyi, has extraordinary martial arts, and he is really a rare strong enemy in his life!

Peng Tuo couldn't help but gasp, he decided to return to Yangzhai, where there were still more than 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, and they still had the strength to fight.

Fleeing all the way to the west, Peng Tuo collected many remnants of the Yellow Turbans along the way, and of course more Yellow Turban believers scattered and fled, they had lost their fighting spirit, like lost dogs.

Yang Zhai, on the gray city wall, the flag is waving, and the yellow flag is fluttering!

Needless to say, this is the camp of the forward military camp of the Bocai Yang Zhai army, at this moment, the yellow turban soldiers in the military camp have solemn expressions, like mourning and examining, and the atmosphere of frustration and loss permeates the entire Yangzhai City.

Because of the arrival of the yellow moth, the people of Yangzhai fled from their homeland early and went to other places, which has become an empty city.

A cold wind blew, and from time to time a flock of black crows flew in the gray sky, searching for the corpses of those who had died in the war.

For a legion, the Legion Commander is not intended to be the soul of the Legion, and he has an irreplaceable position in the morale of the generals.

Bocai is the soul of this Yellow Turban Legion, but now his life and death are uncertain, his whereabouts are unknown, and the Yellow Turban soldiers brought by Peng Tuo were defeated in Xihua County, which can be said to be bad news.

The archers on the battlements above the Yangzhai city wall were doubled, and outside the camp, there were three times as many Yellow Turban soldiers standing guard as usual.

Every Yellow Turban soldier showed a solemn expression on his face, as if he had encountered something big, and everyone was muttering in their minds, is there still a need for this Yang Zhai to guard?

"Report ——!"

With a loud shout, a big man with five arms and three thick shoulders ran quickly towards the camp, and the yellow turban soldiers on both sides hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Gong Du, are you here?" There was an urgent sound in the camp, and then a horse-faced man hurried over.

"Captain Qiyu, the scout has already welcomed back Bocai generously in the middle of the road, and is now guarding it." Gong Du respectfully returned to the Tao.

"Thank you for your hard work, Gong Du." He Sunshan patted Gong Du's shoulder and said softly, and then he sat on the Hu bed behind him.

"My lord, this is what subordinates should do." Gong Du said, his expression was solemn, and he looked at He Sunshan in front of him with a deep affection that wanted to speak.

He Sunshan looked at his embarrassed affection and smiled slightly, in fact, he had already known such an ending, because a young Hanshi had already warned him that it was just a matter of laughing if he begged for fish.

After a cup of tea, Gong Du's "bang-bang-" beating heart gradually calmed down, and the waves came over, and they had the backbone.

After the heart-to-heart conversation with Qin Zhong at the beginning, Bo Cai completely cut off the idea of attacking Luoyang, which was just an arrogant move of using his mantis arm as a car.

Moreover, Qin Zhong has a close relationship with Bo Cai's sister Bo Yue, and Bo Cai will not refuse the other party's kindness.

Otherwise, Qin Zhong didn't have to waste his lips and tongue, wouldn't it be easy to tie himself up and send him to Huangfu Song's side!

Bo Cai thought of his group of brothers who lived and died together, although they released to join the Taiping Dao for different purposes and had their own needs, but, no matter what, as their generosity, they naturally couldn't sit idly by and let them fend for themselves.

"Han lost its government, and the society did not change; Liu Han is declining and falling, just waiting for the sky to change! ”

Bo Cai chewed on the deep meaning contained in this paragraph, he was a student, he never thought of anything rebellious, and now he woke up, and his back felt cold.

Yang Zhai's group of Yellow Turban believers did not know about the changes in the Changshe, and after this battle, most of the Divine Envoy and the dead faithful followers of Taiping Dao had been wiped out.

If it is possible to persuade Yang Zhai Yellow Turban Army to follow him into Chen County, then it should be of great benefit to Qin Zhong's great cause in the future.

Thinking of this, Bo Cai broke away from the army halfway and rushed over to the direction of Yang Zhai with a number of cronies and guards.

Bo Cai only had one idea, and that was to come to Yang Zhai as soon as possible, and he needed to bring them into Chen County before the bad news came.

"The Four Ghosts, Nine Kings and Thirteen Yellow Turban Fighters, are they all here?" He Sunshan asked faintly, with an indescribable gloom and weirdness.

Gong didn't come and wrinkled a layer of goosebumps, but he still bowed and saluted, and said: "The last general, I have already gathered all the small groups of Yellow Turban soldiers in Runan, Chen Guo, and Yingchuan regions, and I have already brought all the generous handwritten orders over, as for whether to come or not, it is not something that my subordinates can control." ”

At this time, there was a low "woo" horn sound from the city wall.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had already had good deeds, shouted loudly outside: "Congratulations to Bo Cai, return to the camp!" ”

"The Yellow Sky God bless you, my generosity!"

"Great, generous, you're still alive!"

"We're waiting for you to lead us!"

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After the rapid march of the starry night, Bocai didn't know how many men and horses he had lost, the Eastern Yellow Turban Army, known as the 100,000 army, now has only 12/10 troops in his hands, and it is estimated that more of them have already died in the chaos.

Bocai's face was pale, exhausted, and his jaw, which was smooth as a mirror, had sparsely exposed his stubble.

Peng Tuo and Qu Feng are all diehards of the Taiping Dao, and the group of Yellow Turban believers who are bewitched by the gods are outlaws who are hungry for profit, and they are not sorry to die.

Bo Cai felt that it was a pity that the ordinary people who were wrapped up in it must let them all go to Chen County, otherwise, it was very likely that they would be wiped out in the next battle.

Looking at the haggard and scarred Bocai in front of him, for a while, He Sunshan was a little unrecognizable, is this still the majestic, majestic, and air-swallowing Bocai Qu Shuai?

He Sunshan had doubts in his heart, and looked at the dozen or so Yellow Turban soldiers behind him who did not have any morale, and their faces were full of haggard and despair.

He Sunshan was a little confused, at the beginning, Bocai's Oriental Yellow Turban Legion had frequent good news, first defeated Zhu Jun, the general of the right middle lang, and besieged the left middle lang of Huangfu Song in the long society.

Unexpectedly, all of a sudden, the feng shui took turns, and it was Bocai's turn to lose their armor and collapse the army.