Zhang Jiao sat in the big tent of the Chinese army, waiting for news from the front.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Great sage and good teacher, General Sun Xia and General Bu Ji have news."

Zhang Jiao frowned, it was not news from the main general, it was all the deputy general, could there be any accident.

"Come in and talk!"

"No!"

"Say, is there any accident?"

But the scout was smiling all over his face, not like an accident, which made Zhang Jiao confused.

"Great sage and good teacher, good news, General Zhang Mancheng led his subordinates to take the lead in capturing the South Gate, and now he has completely gained a foothold in the South City Wall, and is leading people to fight and kill the fleeing Han army, General Bu Ji also sent a message, saying that He Miao, the main general of the North Gate, fled soon after the war, and General Bocai was so angry that he was chasing He Miao on a single horse, and the North Gate was also controlled."

The scout finished in one breath, his face flushed, and he looked very excited.

When Zhang Jiao heard such good news, he couldn't hold back his joy anymore.

"Good, good, good, well done, so that Luoyang City can go down overnight, send an order to the east and west gates, ask them what they do, and by the way, tell them the news that the north and south gates have been broken."

"No!"

"Alright, you go down!"

The scout happily withdrew, and the herald went.

Zhang Jiao sat on the main seat, "Ha Lu Ha" Da Lu laughed and whispered: Luoyang, Luoyang, it's finally mine! However, his face immediately changed again, thinking of his two brothers, with the main Yellow Turban Lux of the Yellow Turban, he was not as fast as the other two people, and he was very angry.

Originally, he wanted his family to get the first credit in Luoyang, but Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao were really angry, Zhang Jiao sighed helplessly, thinking of what Qin Feng had said, arrogance and fierceness would be a disaster, and his head hurt.

Not to mention Zhang Jiao's headache, at this moment in the east city of Luoyang, Huangfu Song was covered in blood, and he didn't know whose Dao it was, and his gray beard was also stained with blood, looking very embarrassed, he looked at the retreating Yellow Turban Army with his sword, and sighed.

After fighting for so long, he really didn't have much strength left, and he was fighting with unyielding perseverance.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Army finally retreated, Huangfu Song couldn't hold back any longer, shook twice and fell to the ground, panting for breath, and there was not much left of the guards around him, the Yellow Turban Army just now was too powerful, all five big and three thick, burly and fierce, if it weren't for the fact that the place was too small, those Yellow Turbans couldn't be displayed, and the head of Dongcheng would have been lost, but fortunately, the soldiers saw that the old general was so desperate, and they were also aroused by blood, and they fought desperately to fight and repelled the Yellow Turban.

"General, can we win?"

A guard who was missing an arm asked with a pale face, Huangfu Song turned his head to look at him with great difficulty, and then shifted his gaze to his broken arm, he remembered that this guard had his arm cut off to protect him.

Huangfu Song's face was expressionless, and he glanced at him coldly.

"Are you afraid of death? The big man will win! ”

After that, Huangfu Song's blood-stained old face flashed a trace of unbearability, he knew that the guard was not afraid of death, but he had to say that the current Han soldiers were very tired, such a fierce fight, all by the breath in his heart, the qi in the heart of the guard was about to disperse, he must stop it, otherwise it will inevitably affect the heart of the whole army.

As soon as the guard heard Huang Fu Song say this, the arrogance in his heart suddenly rose, and he said to Huang Fu Song.

"General, what a blessing it is for the eldest husband to die on the battlefield! I'm never afraid of death! The big man will win! ”

The guard raised the long knife in his hand with one hand and pointed at the sky, the blade was already cut off, and the last sentence was even shouted.

However, it seemed that they were infected by the emotions of this guard, and the soldiers around them also yelled.

"The Great Han will win!"

"The Great Han will win!"

"The Great Han will win!"

One after another, the Han soldiers at the head of Dongcheng seemed to have regained all their strength, venting the blood in their hearts, and their morale was unprecedentedly high for a while.

It was bloodshed and died, and the war happened in such a hurry that there was no time to prepare.

Huangfu Song's old face finally left two lines of tears, for this unyielding man, for his courage not to flinch, and the mutilated big knife in his hand that he did not let go until death, this is a real man.

At this moment, a soldier with a bloody face and broken armor ran over and staggered.

"Report, general, it's not good, the South City Gate is lost, and we, our army is almost annihilated."

After that, the man couldn't hold back anymore and cried.

When Huangfu Song heard the news at first glance, his eyes were black, and he almost fainted on the spot, and he led the soldiers to kill the enemy desperately, facing the main force of the Yellow Turban Army, and still resisted the sharp offensive of the Yellow Turban Army, but now they heard that the north and south gates were lost, so the sacrifices they have been making have been made in vain.

The indomitable thoughts of the rest of the soldiers, the determination to kill the enemy desperately, and the high morale were wiped out in an instant, and their hearts went straight to the bottom.

Just now, he was full of confidence and shouted "the big man will win", but in the blink of an eye, a thunderbolt on a sunny day, this fatal and fatal blow pulled them back to reality, no matter how heroic the man is in the face of a desperate situation, what else can he do.

Huangfu Song's old face was full of tears, and he couldn't help but say resentfully.

"Why was Zhu Jun broken so quickly, are our soldiers all made of paper!"

I can't help but be angry, just as soon as the battle is fought, he lost two gates, Luoyang Cave is open, how can they resist these hundreds of yellow scarves, what to fight.

The wounded soldier's face was ugly, but he had to answer, but thinking of the tragic death of his brothers, he also hated Zhu Jun, so he whispered the truth.

"General Zhu, he is not here, in the city, we have no main general to dispatch, and we panicked for a while, and the Yellow Turban Army is extremely hidden, so, so."

Huangfu Song clenched his hands into fists, and finally couldn't suppress his anger and punched the ground.

"Gongwei misunderstands me, Gongwei misunderstands me!"

Suddenly, Huangfu Song stood up with his sword in his hand and said in a loud voice.

"Come on, send a soldier to Ben and take back the south gate!"

The guards behind him quickly got the order.

"No!"

Huang Fu Song looked around again, but what he saw was the cheeks of a soldier who had no fighting spirit and was full of horror, and as a last resort, Huang Fu Song cut off his long gray hair with a sword and held it high in his hand.

Huang Fu Song's move was to prove his mortal heart, he held a sword in one hand and his long hair in the other, and shouted at the panicked soldiers around him.

"Soldiers, generals will inevitably die in a hundred battles, strong men will return to the country, you are all heroes of my Han Dynasty, at this time, the thieves are reckless, they want to subvert our Han family, bully and rob our Luoyang Imperial Capital, since ancient times, the monarch humiliated the ministers to death, are you willing!"

"This general Huangfu Song swears again, with all the soldiers to live and die, kill the enemy and defend the country, never die, willing to kill the Yellow Turban with the general, recapture the southern city, keep the soldiers of Luoyang, and kill with the general!"

The soldiers around were stunned for a moment, watching Huang Fu Song cut off his long hair, they were dumbfounded, and then Huang Fu Song shouted hoarsely and swore again, the blood that had just been extinguished in their hearts began to boil, and finally someone began to respond.

"I would like to kill the thief with the general!"

"I do, too!"

"Kill the thief!"

"Kill!"

"Kill the thief!"

More and more, and gradually almost all people were moved by Huang Fu Song's words, screaming to kill the enemy, Huang Fu Song's eyes were moist, these are good men of the big man, but I don't know how many can be accepted after this battle.

"Okay, they're all good men of my big man!"

After Huang Fu Song and other lieutenants divided a group, they were ready to go to the south gate, but at this time, another soldier with broken armor stumbled in front of Huang Fu Song, and he saw the despair on his face from afar, and Huang Fu Song was shocked, but he couldn't stop it, because the soldier began to cry from afar.

"General, general, it's not good, the North Gate, the North Gate is lost!"

What the! The north gate is also lost!

All the soldiers, including Huang Fu Song, felt an aura of despair, Huang Fu Song's face turned pale in an instant, the sword in his hand fell to the ground again, and he looked coldly at the soldier who ran over and knelt in front of him and asked.

"What's going on? Make it clear! ”