"Get rid of them!" Bocai got up from the ground, and by the time he got up, he had already grabbed the spear left behind by a fallen Yellow Turban soldier.

He roared angrily, and rushed towards Sun Jian's location with his spear, leaving many wounds on his body, and when he exerted his strength, blood seeped out again. It was the wound that he used to block in front of Sun Jian with a long knife before, and the long knife in his hand was scraped open by the fragments of the blade that flew in all directions when Sun Jian was hard and smashed. There was also a small fragment embedded in his left arm, and in fact it could have been shot into his eye if he hadn't held it in front of him in time.

The flying sword light and the stabbing spear shadow turned into an extremely beautiful scene in front of Bo Cai. The intertwined feather arrows kept shooting out, but in the sword light, they were hindered, and one after another of the sword light turned into overlapping landscapes, and the feather arrows shot into it, frozen, and finally became those arrows on the masonry of the city.

Holding a gun in his left arm, Bo Cai gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, put two fingers into the wound on his left arm, pinched it, and grabbed out the fragments of the blade. The speed was very fast, but the pain was also incomparable, almost like a thrill, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, including his back. Even though his fingers belonged to a part of his body, grabbing through the wound that had been slightly closed in this way was almost equivalent to experiencing the pain of the blade breaking into the flesh just now. By the time the blood-stained blade fragment was removed, the pain was still tormenting every nerve in him.

If it weren't for the actual pain, Bocai would have felt as if everything was in a dream. He really didn't know what was going on, just when he thought that Beicheng's defense was okay and could support it, he divided half of the reinforcements that originally came to help Beicheng. However, not long after, there were Han generals who climbed the city wall, and not one, but two, and two gaps appeared in the north city wall for which he was responsible.

"Kill!" He joined the siege of Sun Jian, standing side by side with Guan Hai, and the spears of the two people stabbed out together, constantly shattering the sword light, approaching Sun Jian's body.

Behind them, many Yellow Turban soldiers also rushed forward and killed the two gaps opened by the Han army. If you don't kill these Han soldiers who climbed the city wall in the fastest time, then these two gaps will get bigger and bigger, and the Han soldiers under the city will continue to climb up to the top of the city, and at that time, the north city wall will be dangerous!

Sun Jian retreated again and again, and the chaotic world in his eyes continued to arise and become instantly disillusioned. Those feathered arrows, and the spears that kept stabbing at him with all their might, each time, was enough to take a life. But for Sun Jian, this is just a trade-off, there are constantly feathered arrows coming, as long as they are coming towards the vital point, he doesn't care.

Even with the defense of leather armor, Sun Jian still suffered a lot of injuries, and every bit of injury accumulated into the appearance that he was now bathed in blood. retreated, he finally stood on his feet, and the four generals beside him stood side by side with him, each holding a long knife of the same kind in his hand, and slashed down together.

A drop of blood was thrown from the blade of the ancient ingot knife, and Sun Jian began to move forward again, and behind him, there were already enough soldiers to trust him. So now, it's time for him to attack again, and he doesn't have to think too much about it, he just needs to kill with all his heart.

On the other side, Li Qianjun was covered with corpses at his feet, and with every slash of the long knife, a Yellow Turban soldier was killed in the most brutal way. Organs, pieces of meat, and blood were spilled all over the floor. His boots stomped on the blood, turning his intestines into a mushy heap.

The soldiers of the death battalion also continued to appear from behind him and joined the battle. They firmly occupied this part of the wall, and from the bottom of the wall, more ladders were erected, and along the ladders, more soldiers climbed up to the top of the city.

Zhang Jiao, who was in the council hall in the city, was still calm, his eyes flickered, and he focused on Zhang Banxian's body again. Looking at Zhang Banxian, from his coming in, to the momentary embarrassment just now, to the final composure, all of this was noticed by Zhang Jiao.

There was no surprise, because if Zhang Banxian could perfectly cover all his emotions in front of him, he would not be waiting for him to appear here. Zhang Jiao smiled slightly and said, "How dare you come back?" ”

Zhang Banxian's heart suddenly beat a few more times, and then he slowly resumed his previous smooth pace. He couldn't help but think that Zhang Jiao's kind of eyes that could see through everything and penetrate just now, could it be that he couldn't hide anything from him?

As soon as this idea arose, it was vetoed by Zhang Banxian himself. If Zhang Jiao knew everything, then he would definitely not even be able to enter the gate of Guangzong, let alone the current arrangement outside the council hall, he was afraid that it would be destroyed in an instant.

"Does Mr. Xuan Ling have any misunderstanding about me?" Zhang Banxian asked. The confusion on his face was not half a part of the camouflage, because Zhang Banxian really didn't know what Zhang Jiao was asking, so his calmness was based on this.

"Oh?" Zhang Jiao raised his eyebrows, and his face sank instantly. The atmosphere of the entire conference hall also became extremely depressed with his expression, and the scene was very dull.

When Zhang Jiao is flat and speaks peacefully, he is like an elder and can make people feel close. This is also the reason why many generals in the Yellow Turban Army are so loyal to him, because Zhang Jiao is not just a simple leader, but more like a family member. But now, just raising an eyebrow can make people feel nervous and depressed.

"Knock knock." Every beating of his heart, Zhang Banxian felt it extremely clearly. He swallowed his saliva, the horns in his eyes had become an existence like a giant beast in the wilderness, and a trace of breath leaked could make him unable to resist, and there was an urge to give everything up.

A little, a little. It's been a long time, but it's only twenty or thirty seconds.

"Misunderstanding? Manchester City was killed by you, right? ”

"Or did I misunderstand you? Obviously, he is now leading Nanyang's army, but he only entered the city alone and came to see me alone. ”

In a word, the stone is shattered!

"No, how could it be." Zhang Banxian replied immediately. The more he got to this time, the more calm his whole person became, almost cold. All flustered emotions were forcibly suppressed by him, including the memory of what he had done, which was also temporarily and selectively forgotten by him.

When he said this, when he defended himself, his eyes were very calm, and there was no dodging at all. It doesn't matter if it's been done or not, at least at the moment. He can't show it.

"Mr. Xuan Ling is only afraid that he has been deceived by something, right?" Zhang Banxian asked rhetorically.

In the Yellow Turban Army, in fact, many of Zhang Jiao's trusted generals called him Mr. Xuan Ling when they talked to Zhang Jiao in private. Although many people will subconsciously call Cheng a great sage and good teacher, General Tiangong, but they will be corrected by Zhang Jiao later. Therefore, at this time, Zhang Banxian will call Zhang Jiao Mr. Xuanling, instead of other titles.

"Man City, he's dead. It's just that he was injured at the hands of the Han army! The tone was raised, Zhang Banxian's incomparable anger, that kind of emotion, killing intent, almost did not hide it.

Those Han soldiers were the murderers who killed Zhang Mancheng, not him Zhang Banxian! Because if Zhang Mancheng hadn't been defeated by the Nanyang Han Army and was wounded, how could there have been the ending of dying in the end? He Zhang Banxian is just adding a fire, just a pusher, without the serious injuries caused by the Han army to Zhang Mancheng, he has no chance. Therefore, the reason is still the Han army, not him.

"If it weren't for the sinister Han army who seriously injured the city commander, he wouldn't have burst out with his wounds on the road and died! And the reason why I let the whole army stay outside the city and did not immediately attack the Han army was also because I wanted to come to the inside and the outside. Only at the most critical time, leading the army to kill can give the Han army a fatal blow! ”

Zhang Banxian swore that his tone was so earnest that he would believe it when he said it himself. In fact, the highest level of lying is to be able to tell a lie to the point where you believe it, so why don't others believe the lies he tells?

"I see, so?" Zhang Jiao's face softened, which made Zhang Banxian quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

But he saw Zhang Jiao looking at him with a smile, and said, "My good nephew, are you strangers all masters of lying?" Able to speak the true as false and the false as true. ”

"It's really, really, interesting." Zhang Jiao stood up slowly, and there seemed to be a faint killing intent in his calm eyes.

He knows everything, even if there is a blood obstacle in the battlefield, as long as he pays an acceptable price, then he can see what he wants to see. In fact, for immortals like them, even the historical context can be grasped, but now that fate is changing every moment, becoming blurred, you can see a fragment, but the next moment, this fragment will go to a completely different ending.

Zhang Mancheng's death, Zhang Jiao knows, and he also knows the current battle situation in Beicheng. The reason why he didn't stand where he should have been standing was because what was in front of him now was another possibility belonging to the Yellow Turban Army. Otherwise, with his previous character, Zhang Banxian would not have been able to come here, and he would have been killed if he couldn't even see his face.

"You're really, disappointing me." Zhang Jiao sighed, and the disappointment in his eyes did not hide.

Cold, cold to the bone marrow, Zhang Banxian's whole person seemed to be in a sub-zero temperature, a burst of coldness. It turns out that Zhang Jiao knows everything, so what is the point of him doing all this? is a little dazed, especially when the eyes of the elders for the juniors appear, and when he touches that kind of feelings, these become angry.

"Disappointed?" Zhang Banxian suddenly laughed, he saw the disappointment in Zhang Jiao's eyes, so he was angry, and laughed angrily.

"I'm the one who should be disappointed, right?"

"Revolution, whether it is the Mandate of Heaven or the Revolution of others, how can there be no sacrifice in one's own life? Only when blood is intertwined can we truly succeed, and how can there be a new life without death? ”

"But you." Zhang Banxian raised his head and looked at Zhang Jiao. His original ambition was to follow Zhang Jiao, but when Zhang Jiao stopped and slowed down, he knew that if he wanted to continue to move forward, and even when he came into contact with the final fruit, he needed to move forward by himself.

Zhang Jiao could no longer walk, and when he feared bloodshed for the soldiers who stood under the Yellow Turban banner, he was doomed to defeat.

"You're soft-hearted."

"Oh." Zhang Jiao replied lightly, and continued: "I'm soft-hearted? If I hadn't relented, you'd be dead by now. ”

"Do you still know the Tang Zhou of the past? His death is also something that you strangers cannot bear. That kind of flame, burning on the body, gave the feeling of slowly devouring every piece of skin, every cold hair, every inch of flesh and blood. The crunch of bones and the smell of burning on the body will accompany you until the last moment of your life. ”

That is, he wanted to die, but he couldn't. This is the most terrifying thing, when that slow flame slowly spreads, when you feel that your life is passing slowly, until the last moment, when it turns into a pile of ashes, everything can end. A little flame appeared on Zhang Jiao's fingertips, burning.

The wind blew, but the flames were still burning, and the flames kept jumping, from one point to one. The orange-red fire, with a little flame core in the middle, was miserable white, with a faint cold light.

Zhang Banxian's forehead immediately dripped sweat, of course this was not a cold sweat of fear, since he tore off all the disguises, he was already determined to fight against the water. Since Zhang Jiao knows everything, he is hiding, which is extremely ridiculous.

The temperature of the entire council hall rose rapidly with the appearance of that flame. The boiling heat came to his face, making Zhang Banxian feel like he was in front of the stove.

He had also heard about the death of the traitor Tang Zhou, but when he heard that Zhang Jiao was coming, he understood the horror of this. For a real player like him, the default pain level is 100%, and if a death like Tang Zhou appears on him, it will be almost a nightmare!

"Do it!" No longer hesitating, no longer thinking about so many doubts, Zhang Banxian shouted, and his body quickly retreated.

The bed crossbow rang out, and the armor-piercing crossbow arrows shot out, piercing the walls of the council hall in an instant, heading towards the place where Zhang Jiao was. The top position in the middle of the hall is the first point expected by the Killer Building, and only Zhang Jiao is qualified to sit there. It doesn't matter if you can't shoot, the first meaning of the bed crossbow here is to demolish the house.

(End of chapter)