The light moon is long, and she is very gentle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe night breeze was blowing, blowing Qin Zhong's robe, he restrained the hemp rope and looked around.

If he really planned to stay outside the city of Changshe to fight guerrillas, he needed a suitable hiding place, and he naturally needed to consider it at this time.

Before he knew it, Qin Zhong had come to a slope that meandered to the south, and at the end of his vision was a row of bare trees, with some dry and decaying grass remaining under his feet.

An uncle behind him rode over on a horse, looked at Qin Zhong with a hesitant expression, and arched with his hands in fists: "My lord, why did you stop?" ”

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps from the opposite side, accompanied by a noisy sound.

"It's really unlucky, that manor was empty just now, and there was nothing to fish!"

"Hmph, don't be discouraged, brothers, keep searching ahead, you will definitely be able to find it!"

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The group of Han soldiers behind Qin Zhong all had their eyes lit up, but they didn't expect to encounter a small group of Yellow Turban bandits here.

At that moment, Qin Zhong waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him all pulled out their shiny ring-headed knives, and with an order, the war horses under their crotches galloped away like sharp arrows.

"Wow!"

The war horses neighed, and when those Yellow Turban bandits complained that they finally came out but found nothing, the bandits led by Zhang Qiang were stunned.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Qiang saw the silver ring-headed knife in the hand of a murderous white horse warrior, like the black and white impermanence of seducing the soul.

Qin Zhong took the lead, and the ring head knife in his right hand slashed the head of the yellow turban bandit in front of him who was stunned, and a good head flew out with a "boom".

The Yellow Turban bandit didn't have time to scream, his body was still standing, and the blood on his neck splashed out like a fountain.

"Ahh

"The officers and soldiers are coming—"

Zhang Qiang was the first to wake up, he was the closest to the Yellow Turban bandit who was started, and scarlet blood sprayed all over him.

At this time, Zhang Qiang realized that he had encountered a scout of the Han army, he was just a bully who endangered one side, at most he was just following the Yellow Turban bandits behind and beating the water dogs.

At the moment, Zhang Qiang felt that his crotch was hot, what else could he do at this time, he was not a hero who turned the tide, he was just a small role in robbing a house.

Immediately, Zhang Qiang's buttocks twisted, turned around and ran away into the vast night without looking back.

The battle was still going on, Zhang Qiang and his gang were originally so strong that they occupied the mountain, and after being surprised by the cavalry led by Qin Zhong for a while, they brandished the ring knife in their hands and began to resist.

After a stick of incense, Qin Zhong had already jumped off his horse, and with his right hand carrying the neck of a yellow turban bandit, he hung it on the crooked neck tree not far away.

Qin Zhong secretly wondered, this wave is really a little level, and unexpectedly, he also sent scouts to investigate the movements of the Han army.

"Say, where is Bocai's camp?"

The legs of the Yellow Turban bandits, who were hanging from the tree with crooked necks, hung in the air, and they couldn't help but shake their thighs a few times, struggling to escape.

Qin Zhong snorted coldly, looking at the Yellow Turban bandit like a buzzing fly entangled in a spider's web, he probably didn't know that struggling had no point, it would only accelerate the withering of his life!

A group of robbers, naturally it is impossible to be a Yellow Turban believer, this is a group of opportunistic people, in their eyes, money, women are the key.

Qin Zhong brandished the ring-headed knife that shimmered with cold light, and there was still a little residual blood with residual warmth on it, and under the hazy moonlight, it shone with a demonic red glow!

Instead of slashing down, he wiped the blade with the robes of the Yellow Turban bandits, and every inadvertent shake would make the man frightened.

The man was very afraid that if Qin Zhong's hand slipped, the cold blade would directly cut his throat, and he was in fear all the time.

"15 miles southeast of the mountainside, is a generous camp!"

Qin Zhong nodded, turned around, beckoned the soldiers behind him to get on his horse, and did not go southeast, but rushed towards the north.

The soldiers on the side were puzzled, why did they suddenly change direction.

"Everyone, move quickly, we are going to pick up Lord Zhu Jun, the right middle general!"

Qin Zhong didn't explain too much, this group of people were Bocai's scouts, which showed that Bocai's army was marching.

In the battle in the darkness just now, there was no time to count the number of these Yellow Turban bandits, and it is unknown if there are any fish that have been caught.

At the beginning, Bocai was able to lose Zhu Jun in the first battle, and then besieged Changshe City for two months, relying on the numerical advantage of the Yellow Turban troops, there must also be some combat effectiveness.

Otherwise, the elite troops of at least 30,000 in the combined area of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun's soldiers are not as good as the soldiers of the Western Army who can fight well, but there should be no burden to deal with thieves and homeless people.

However, Huangfu Song did not choose to attack immediately, the only explanation is that Bocai's Eastern Yellow Turban Army is not weak!

Qin Zhong led the cavalry to gallop away, and finally at dawn, he saw a group of discouraged and disgraced Han soldiers.

The group of cavalry behind him naturally saw the clues, this is not a force led by Zhu Jun, the general of the right Zhonglang, their destination is Yang Zhai, why are they going the opposite way now?

The vanguard of Zhu Jun's army naturally saw Qin Zhong and them, and the leading soldiers immediately turned around and ran quickly towards the Chinese army.

After a while, a middle-aged general in armor rushed over on a good horse that was straddled.

Qin Zhong immediately clasped his hands into fists and arched: "The last general will see the Zhonglang general!" ”

Qin Zhong looked at Zhu Jun in front of him from the corner of his eyes, his round face was as well-defined as a knife and an axe, his facial features were exquisite, and his deep and sharp eyes showed a faint tiredness.

"How did you get here?" The corners of Zhu Jun's mouth grinned slightly, and he said quietly.

"Lord Qiqi, we are here to investigate the situation of the Yellow Turban Army on the orders of Lord Huangfu Song."

Qin Zhong paused and continued: "My lord, on the way back, we encountered some scouts of the Yellow Turban Army, presumably Bocai and they have already taken precautions. ”

Sure enough, when Zhu Jun heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, the previous battle was really out of his reach, and it was really a little difficult to talk about it by Bocai's Yellow Turban Army in this way.

"My lord, please hurry up and go to the place where the Changshe and the Huangfu Song are united, so that you can still rely on the strength of the army and the Yellow Turban bandits to shorten the gap!"