Jizhou Yiguangzong.

The Han army and the Yellow Turban Army have been refusing each other here for more than ten days, and both the Han Army and the Yellow Turban Army have won and lost each other. No matter which side is waiting for it, what awaits now is a variable, and if either side has that more variable, it may defeat the other side and shatter it.

The armies fight each other, one step at a time, so in this case, the two sides strangely maintain a tacit understanding, the enemy does not move, I do not move, if the enemy moves, I move. It's been three days since the last meeting.

In the camp of the Han army, in the handsome tent in the middle of the camp at this moment, there was only a middle-aged man with his back to the curtain of the tent, looking at the map hanging in the middle. With his hands behind his back, he kept pacing, his eyes kept on the left and right of the map, pondering, the middle-aged man slowly shook his head and sighed.

"Alas......"

Turning around, I could catch a glimpse of his face, a resolute face, a flowing beard, and that armor, which actually looked very powerful. If Yun Ting was here, he could immediately identify that this middle-aged man was the middle-aged general who shot that killing arrow at him in Luoyang City!

"Lu Shuai." Someone on the other side of the curtain that blocked the entrance of the tent opened softly, and the sound clearly penetrated into the tent.

"How?" The middle-aged general asked lightly. His brow furrowed deeply, and he didn't have any certainty about the current situation, so his heart was in chaos. I finally sorted it out clearly, and I wanted to weave the key to breaking the game from a clear context, but I still had no clue.

"Stalemate." Lu Zhi sighed deeply again.

Lu Zhi! It turned out to be Lu Zhi! I'm afraid that Yun Ting will immediately get excited when he knows that the person who almost shot him to death with an arrow was Lu Zhi. You must know that Lu Zhi was a well-known Confucian in China during this period, and he was one of the famous generals who commanded the army, otherwise Emperor Ling of Han would not have sent him to lead the army to confront the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. Ordinary people can't do this, and they can't do it. Just looking at Lu Zhi's ability to use 50,000 troops, and Zhang Jiao's 150,000 troops, and even actually faintly possessing the upper hand, you can know his ability, how can Yun Ting not be excited if he can escape with such a person?

It was Liu Bei later, and the banner he pulled out at the beginning was not his identity as a Han clan who didn't know the truth or falsehood, but Lu Zhi's disciple. The problem is that Lu Zhi has a lot of apprentices, and Liu Bei is not the best one among them, on the contrary, Liu Bei doesn't like to read, he is a good dog and horse, how can such a person become a student of Lu Zhi, a great Confucian? Of course, because of the relationship, it would be impossible for Liu Bei to become Lu Zhi's student, but Liu Bei eventually became Lu Zhi's student, and until Lu Zhi's death, he was playing the brand of learning from Lu Zhi, you can imagine how easy this brand is, at least much better than the brand of the Han clan.

In this period, the name of Confucianism is not easy to erase, and the name is not important. It is that Cao Cao killed the consequences of this kind of celebrity, which made him unforgettable, and after a long time, Cao Cao scolded Cao Cao naked at the banquet, and at that time Cao Cao was unwilling to do it himself, but killed him with a borrowed knife. Not to mention the Great Confucian! Anyone who sees him will treat him with courtesy, even if he stands and scolds you in person, you can't resist, you have to accept it obediently.

"Lu Shuai, there is nothing unusual about the Yellow Turban thieves today."

Lu Zhi's face did not change when he heard this return, and he was not surprised by this result. "Stand down." He said.

In the past few days, Lu Zhi has felt more and more strange, because the Yellow Turban Army has always been on the defensive, and for some reason, it has been suppressed by itself. He didn't have a hint of joy, on the contrary, he had some vague concerns. It was strange, it was so strange that he couldn't figure it out.

Even if the 50,000 troops under his command were elite soldiers and carried a lot of sophisticated equipment and equipment, it should not be like this. The Yellow Turban Army on the opposite side was surrounded by him, and the Yellow Turban Army was firmly in a stalemate, but there were 150,000 rejections! That's twice as many as his army! It is to let them kill empty-handed, and each soldier has to kill three Yellow Turban thieves. So many times, Lu Zhi didn't think that he was besieging the Yellow Turban Army, and he firmly controlled the position of his army, so as not to expose the gap and be broken by the Yellow Turban Army.

Moreover, at this time, he did not dare to start the battle lightly, even if the Holy Decree came many times, he never used the sword. Originally, they came here to hold back the main force of the Yellow Turban Army, and if the 50,000 troops were damaged, it would not be delayed, but would most likely be swallowed.

In such a confrontation, one wrong step will make a wrong step. Lu Zhi didn't dare to make a mistake, and he couldn't be wrong, only to be cautious and cautious, and use regular soldiers to maintain this situation to the death, but it was the best choice now.

Now there is only waiting, only waiting, waiting for the victory or defeat of the Yingchuan battlefield, and his main battlefield here can also respond according to the situation of the sub-battlefield. He, it's had to wait!

He was already secretly thinking that in a few days, he would send an army to contact Yingchuan's Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. Let him end the crusade on the Yingchuan battlefield as soon as possible, and lead the army to encircle Zhang Jiao with him, as long as the main force of the Yellow Turban Army is destroyed, or Zhang Jiao is killed, this general trend of cohesion with faith will immediately fall apart. At that point, it will no longer be a problem.

Lu Zhi was silent, lifted the curtain, and walked out of the tent. He was going to take a walk around the camp now to see what was going on everywhere, and then he had to go to the front of the battle to see if he could see the strategy and layout of the Yellow Turban Army.

On the other side, in Guangzong County, I don't know when, there has been a smell of tension, including the Yellow Turban Army camp outside the county. Zhang Jiao has not appeared for many days, and even if he has a strong belief, he doesn't know when doubts arise, or is it a prelude to doubts?

Many low-level Yellow Turban soldiers have this feeling, and it is only partial, and they belong to the backbone of the Yellow Turban Army, including the Yellow Turban Force, without the slightest suspicion. In their eyes, Zhang Jiao is omnipotent, and he is the spokesperson of Huang Tian. They were just wondering, just wondering, why the Great Sage hadn't seen him walk outside for three days.

"Ahem, cough ......" A cough sounded from Zhang Jiao's room, but the Yellow Turban Lux who was guarding outside seemed to be deaf and still adhered to his position.

After a while, Zhang Jiao's voice sounded, "Zhang Xuan, come in." ”

A yellow turban wrestler standing outside was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, pushed open the door, and walked into the room with his head bowed respectfully. In the room, I don't know what Zhang Jiao said to him, and when Zhang Xuan came out, there was already a little crystal flash in his eyes, he seemed to look back resolutely, and left here without looking back.

"After all...... Destiny is not mine......" There was a faint sigh in the room.

(End of chapter)

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