"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" Although the situation is grim and the officers and soldiers are brave, the tenacity of the Yellow Turban Army is still shocking.

The backbone of the Taiping Dao sect, one by one, roaring and screaming, carrying sticks, knives and forks, rushed to the opposite side of the officers and soldiers, except for Chen Qi and those refugees who joined halfway, most of the rebels were not afraid of death, all glared angrily, and charged forward fearlessly.

Swords and guns flickered, blood rain splashed, one after another ragged rebels fell in a pool of blood in a blink of an eye, under the tiger roaring mountain, blood stained the earth, dead bodies piled up like a mountain, tragic fighting, earth-shattering, even the air was suffocated uncomfortable, bloody fighting, constantly shook Chen Qi's heart that could not be calm.

Thinking of the villain's book, the yellow scarf collapsed at every touch, and was eaten away by tens of thousands of officers and soldiers step by step, and within a few months, Zhang Jiao's million-strong army was annihilated in the long river of history.

Chen Qi has always felt that these people are unorganized and undisciplined, they can only burn, kill and loot, and if they really encounter a tough battle, they will definitely flee from the wind, and they will not be able to achieve anything at all.

In the previous war, Chen Qi was very contemptuous, thinking that they were just relying on the large number of people and capturing a few towns with few defenders, but after this battle, Chen Qi's views have changed greatly.

The cold wind howled, the red-faced man Qinglong knife slashed angrily in the air, the blade slashed down, the head rolled down, this person's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, his face sank like water, and the horse's momentum was unabated, but behind him was lying full of dead corpses in a moment, and the pair of contemptuous and arrogant Danfeng eyes left a deep impression on Chen Qi.

Qinglong Knife, Danfeng Eyes, Lying Silkworm Eyebrows, and such terrifying combat power, if it is not Guan Yu, who is it?

Since he is Guan Yu, the two brothers beside him are naturally Liu Bei and Zhang Fei.

Chen Qi is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die in vain, in his opinion, the yellow scarf will be defeated sooner or later, and he does not need to take his life in vain.

The battle lasted for nearly five hours, the Yellow Turban Army was finally defeated, the same way, the opposite side of the official army also lost most of it, chased and killed for a while, Liu Bei and the three of them returned triumphantly, after a battle, Chen Qi's team, the vitality was greatly injured, only more than 2,000 people remained, whether they were killed in battle, or the remainder, most of them were the backbone of the Taiping Dao, only those like Chen Qi, the refugees who joined halfway would see the situation badly, and the soles of their feet were greased.

Everyone temporarily retreated into a deep mountain jungle to rest, and seeing that Wu Yan's injury was serious, Chen Qi hurriedly brought herbs to Wu Yan's approach, "Hurry up and bandage it." ”

Wu Yan didn't seem to hear it, he leaned against the tree in a daze, his fists clenched, his eyes were full of unwilling resentment and anger, he slammed his fist on the ground, and shouted angrily, "This battle is really aggrieved, the leader is dead, and so many people have been killed and injured, it is really hateful." ”

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, right now, the best way is to quickly gather the remnants and join the nearby large army, with us alone, the strength is too weak."

"Huh? You're right, I've heard about those officers and soldiers, it's from Zhuo County, hmph, no matter who it is, if you don't want our people to survive, we'll fight them to the end. Chen Qi's thoughts were unexpectedly in the hands of Wu Yan.

This group of people was disabled, and for Chen Qi, let them join the large army, so that their lives could be better protected.

The tree is good for the shade, this sentence, Chen Zhuo has always kept in mind.

Because the leader died, Wu Yan temporarily became the new leader of this group, following Chen Qi's advice, Wu Yan hurriedly sent people around to find out the news of the rest of the rebel army nearby, and soon, the exciting news came, on the order of Zhang Jiao, the general of Tiangong, the general Cheng Yuanzhi commanded 50,000 troops and went straight to Zhuo County to kill.

"Great, let's leave immediately and go to meet Cheng Qushuai." Wu Yan immediately resolutely pulled out the camp.

Liu Guanzhang and the three of them returned to Zhuo County, asked the captain Zou Jing to ask the thieves to pass, and then each led the troops to continue to practice and prepare for war, treating the soldiers, Liu Bei's requirements were very strict, Guan Zhang did not dare to slack off, the first battle of the division, in the face of a group of rabble thieves, the fight was so glued and tragic, although the heart of the thieves is still disdainful, but Liu Bei still attaches great importance to recruiting village warriors, training soldiers, sticking to the city defense, Liu Bei does not dare to be careless.

It was night, on the city wall and inspected again, it was late at night, Liu Bei then walked towards home, passing by the mulberry tree in the southeast corner of his hometown, Liu Bei couldn't help but stop, looking up, the mulberry leaves were luxuriant, such as a dome covering the top, Liu Bei's thoughts, couldn't help but return to the time of childhood.

"One day, I'm going to ride in a car like this!"

That scene, as if it was right in front of him, now, Liu Bei is already twenty-three, if it weren't for the outbreak of the yellow scarf, Liu Bei could only continue to weave and sell shoes to live in poverty, but Liu Bei was never reconciled, he was thinking all the time, as the king of Zhongshan Jing, why should he live the same life as the poor people, there have been countless times, he wants to step into the official career and revive the glory of the Liu family.

However, with no money, no fame, and no talent, he couldn't even enter the threshold of officialdom, and in order to support his family, he had to set up a stall at the city gate all day to sell straw sandals.

He has had enough of such days, and now, the opportunity has finally come, although these righteous soldiers are forced by life to rise up, but Liu Bei always remembers that he has the blood of the Han family, the descendants of the emperor, and the blood of the dragon.

"The court is powerless to beg thieves, and delegates power to all continents and counties, as long as they make meritorious contributions to thieves, they will definitely be able to glorify the lintel, the second brother is brave, the third brother is fierce, with the help of these two people, he will definitely be able to make a difference."

Staring at this mulberry tree that entrusts Liu Bei's ambition for a long time, Liu Bei's body suddenly became straight, those bright eyes, the essence flickered, and in an instant, the momentum was scorching, and there was a dragon spirit that looked down on all things.

Zhang Fei Guan Yu does not have Liu Bei's complicated thoughts, after nightfall, Zhang Fei put on the wine and meat, poured himself a drink, so unhappy, Guan Yu played a big knife, and quietly read the Spring and Autumn Period, the eldest brother is right, the husband stands in the heaven and earth, when he creates a career, it is worth this life, not to mention that the eldest brother has the blood of the emperor, after being a clansman, Guan Yu respects Liu Bei from the bottom of his heart, even if he wants him to take his life for the hegemony of the eldest brother, he will not hesitate to do it.

Three days later, when he saw Cheng Yuanzhi's army, Chen Zhuo knew what a decent 'regular army' was, although these people were still uneven and chaotic, but at least there were many elite soldiers wearing armor, various arms, the division of labor was orderly, sword and shield men, archers, infantry, and spearmen were all decent at first glance, but there was no cavalry, and only a few captains and generals were qualified to ride horses.