"Pushing the times?" Zhang Banxian muttered to himself.

Lowering his head, he looked at his hands. Yes, to push the era, what he has to do is to push away an old era and push a new era to come. He and Zhang Jiao are doing the same thing, and even the final result is almost the same.

They are all looking forward to the arrival of a new era, even if that era is not exactly what they are looking forward to, but as long as there is a little bit of the same appearance in their minds, it is enough.

"Enough?" The surprise came so fast, so fast that Zhang Banxian was still a little confused, and even ...... Emptiness.

When he raised his head again, he found that Zhang Jiao in front of him was no longer in place, and he didn't know when he left. Probably when he left, Zhang Banxian felt in his heart, it should be when the breeze blew across his cheeks, carrying a trace of coldness.

Thinking about the last prompt from the system in his ears, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Good comes quickly, bad comes quickly, Zhang Jiao gave him hope, and at the same time, it also gave him despair.

Because there is only one problem in front of Zhang Banxian now, that is, how to leave Guangzong, the place of four wars, with many Yellow Turban Army soldiers. One step is enough to determine whether he is the one who pushes the times or follows the wheels of the times, or it is possible that he is the first person to be crushed when a small piece of the curtain of this great world has just been lifted.

Zhang Banxian was not ready, in fact, when he was completely desperate, he didn't expect to get everything like this. At the same time, he also felt that he was extremely ridiculous, because all this, all this he had worked so hard to calculate, it turned out that he could get it if he didn't do anything.

In Zhang Jiao's eyes, that should be disappointment, right? It should probably be a disappointment.

"Huh?" Zhang Banxian suddenly turned around, and in the distance behind him, another person suddenly appeared.

Lin Dong stood there covered in blood, gasping for air, his left arm twisted in an awkward shape. He seemed to be unconscious, and his eyes stared straight at Zhang Banxian.

"You seem to be looking for help?" Lin Dong asked.

Everything just now happened under Lin Dong's nose, and Lin Dong could also recognize another person who was still here before. It wasn't until Zhang Jiao left that Lin Dong came out of the original hiding position, although he felt that the former had already discovered him, but he didn't break it.

"Perhaps, I can help you." He smiled faintly, one of the two rows of teeth was missing, and there was blood stains. But no matter how miserable his appearance was, it couldn't hide the confident smile on his face now, because Lin Dong believed that this person who seemed to be entrusted with everything by Zhang Jiao would not refuse his outstretched hand.

Because the current Yellow Turban Army has no way out. Lost in the east corner and harvested the mulberry elm, Lin Dong felt that his luck in coming to Guangzong this time was extremely bad before, but now, it has suddenly become better.

"A little bug with a different plan, huh?" Zhang Jiao looked at the ground, and the direction there was exactly where he had just stood with Zhang Banxian.

"But what's the matter? Anyway, whether it is good intentions or malicious intentions, there is always a benefit. ”

His figure quickly disappeared in the sky, and the next time it appeared, it would appear in the distance. If Yun Ting only used the human escape technique in a place where he could see it, then for Zhang Jiao, he could almost reach it as far as he could reach.

The cold wind in the sky blew on Zhang Jiao's cheeks, with a hint of moist moisture, and from his perspective to the past, in the farthest sky, there was already a little light. The sky was already dawning, and for the current Guangzong City, it was still under the cover of night, but the light that appeared before dawn would soon dispel the darkness.

But this is not the light that belongs to the Yellow Turban Army, on the contrary, this light will push the current Yellow Turban Army down again. This is probably the abyss, like being on the edge of the abyss, like walking on thin ice.

"Anyway, the seeds have already been sown, just waiting for them to take root and sprout. I've done everything I can, so now, let's do the last thing. "Zhang Jiao looked deep in the sky and saw a bright and twinkling star.

It is rumored that in the middle of the night, even when it is so dark that you can't see your fingers, when you look at the sky, you can see the faintly twinkling stars, which are called the morning stars. Zhang Jiao saw it, and he also knew that the light would not be too far away, but often before the light, the deepest darkness was enough to swallow everything.

But as long as he sees the light, Zhang Jiao has the motivation to move forward, even if in the next moment, he will fall into the darkness.

He is now going to do the last thing, the one that has to be done, since he has brought the believers here, with this path. At the very least, he had to get them out of here and give them a second chance.

Zhang Jiao has never felt that he is in such a good state for a moment since he felt that the days were over, the mountains and rivers in his eyes, the sun and the moon in his sleeves, all in his thoughts. The boundary between heaven and earth, under his feet, is just like an ordinary staircase.

He never thought he was an immortal. Immortals and immortals, there are people first, and then there are immortals. Since you are human, there are always things you want to do and have to do.

"The whole army obeys the order and goes out to the south gate of the West Gate, and the commanders of all parties need to listen to Zhang Banxian's orders, and those who see Zhang Banxian will come in person."

The sound of Zhang Jiao reached the ears of every Yellow Turban soldier on the battlefield, crossing the distance and all obstacles. Even the sound of fighting on the battlefield can't hide his voice, just because this is the voice he transmitted to the hearts of many Yellow Turban soldiers, and it will not be covered by any external voice.

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!" A Yellow Turban soldier shouted feverishly, forcing the enemy in front of him back with a sword.

Their morale quickly rose, and the Han soldiers were caught off guard, and they didn't even know where the Yellow Turban soldiers came from in their current state of fighting like chickens. They only felt that just suddenly, the combat effectiveness of these Yellow Turban soldiers had suddenly increased and become extremely tricky.

In any case, they didn't expect that the reason for the sudden explosion of combat effectiveness of these Yellow Turban soldiers was actually extremely simple, just hearing Zhang Jiao's words. This is their fanaticism for Zhang Jiao, this fanaticism is beyond everything, whether it is reason or fear, it is suppressed by this fanaticism.

Because Zhang Jiao is a god, in their eyes he is a god-like existence. The reason why they are now losing and retreating, and even the city gates have been breached, is because of their own reasons, their own failures, not Zhang Jiao's failures!

They really failed to live up to the trust of the great sages and good teachers!

"Have you heard the order of the great sage and good teacher?" A Yellow Turban soldier shouted loudly, sideways to dodge the Han soldier's attack.

But it was a knife that couldn't dodge in time, and it was powerful and heavy, directly slashing his shoulder, and the entire blade was stuck in his shoulder bone. He screamed in pain and stabbed him backhanded, killing the Han soldier who was pulling his knife back.

"You go! I'm broken! He shouted, continued to swing his sword, and strode towards the Han army.

Anyway, I can't walk anymore, let alone get injured like this, even if I go, it's a drag. It's better to stay here and continue the fight to create opportunities for those who have left!

He didn't know why the Great Sage and Good Master would give such an order, and he didn't want to ask anything, to question anything, he just had a simple thought in his mind. That is to carry out the orders of the great sages and good teachers to the end, no matter how easy or difficult it seems, he will do it!

It may have been a retreat, but they didn't lose! Not defeated! Even if the city is broken, it is just that the great sages and good teachers have not made a move, not to mention that as long as the great sages and good teachers are there, they can make a comeback at any time.

As he rushed towards the Han army with his sword, the Yellow Turban soldier's blood seeped out of his left shoulder and tears. He vaguely remembered that when he was holding his seriously ill old mother, wandering in a corner of the long street, and when he was in tears like this, a warm palm gently patted his shoulder.

At that moment, he saw the light.

For such a light, he would rather give everything! Because of the despair he had at that time, and the hope he saw later, that little bit of light was worth guarding him!

"Ahh Roaring, the Yellow Turban soldier ignored a long knife that slashed at his throat, and he slashed it out. Since you can't hide, then let's die together!

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" One after another, the shouts turned into waves of frenzy, turning the entire Guangzong City into a churning ocean.

There are constantly Yellow Turban soldiers killed, and there are many people who die with the Han soldiers, whether it is a wounded Yellow Turban soldier or an uninjured Yellow Turban soldier, at this moment, the choice is the most brutal way to fight. The situation on the entire battlefield instantly became the rhythm of the Han army being pressed and beaten, because in such a battle, as long as the strength is not too different, then when the other side chooses to fight the same end, the other side has not much choice.

You kill him, he dies, you die! If you don't kill him, you can only be pressed and beaten, constantly retreating, and using all kinds of means to defuse the opponent's attack.

At this moment, not to mention the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who have already seen the hope of victory, who would be willing to die like this and become a corpse when they want to win and can also achieve military exploits? Therefore, no matter how the captains who led the army, as well as the commanders below and the commanders of the army, it was inevitable that the offensive of the Han army had fallen into a stagnation.

At the same time, the Yellow Turban Army on the battlefield had begun to retreat in an orderly manner, heading towards the West Gate and the South Gate according to what Zhang Jiao said. They didn't know why these two gates were there, but from the commanders on those sides to the ordinary soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, they only knew one thing, that is, the orders of the great sages and good teachers, and there would be no mistakes.

So, under the cover of those comrades who were not afraid of death, the retreat of the Yellow Turban Army appeared to be orderly. What's more, a soldier's eyes flashed, and in the open space next to the place where they stood, a large group of bean soldiers appeared. As soon as they appeared, these bean soldiers armed with knives and killed the Han army.

Compared with the Yellow Turban soldiers who were not afraid of death and left behind, these bean soldiers were more terrifying and tricky. Although the former are not afraid of death, it does not mean that they will not die. But the latter, not only is not afraid of death, but it is also difficult to die, at least many ordinary Han soldiers do not know the strength of these bean soldiers.

"Damn! The Yellow Turban Thieves are going to run! A lieutenant shouted, looking at the evacuated Yellow Turban Army with a look of resentment on his face.

With a knife in his hand, he slashed a Yellow Turban soldier in front of him, and he took a step forward. But the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his feet, and the whole person fell, and what he saw in his eyes was a Yellow Turban soldier with an expressionless face who was pulling out a bloody long knife.

"What's going on?"

At the south city gate, Dong Zhuo looked at the Yellow Turban Army soldiers rushing towards them at the end of his vision, and he couldn't help but twitch his face, and a throbbing rose from his heart.

What did he see? People, a whole bunch of people, dense crowds, people who cloak the whole street! On the way they were advancing, so many Yellow Turban Army soldiers appeared, blocking their original path, even Dong Zhuo, who was leading the elite Xiliang Iron Cavalry, was suddenly shocked, it was extremely shocking!

There are so many Yellow Turban soldiers, even if they are cavalrymen who have already entered the state of charging and increased their horse speed to the extreme, they will not be able to rush over! Because this is a long street, not a plain, and the cavalry side by side is only a row of eight horsemen, so they can indeed trample the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of them to death. But after that, they fell to them, because in front of such a density of Yellow Turban soldiers, soon the speed of the advance would plummet, and almost without waiting for the Yellow Turban Army to make a move, the cavalry behind them would send their own people to hell.

"Stop, stop!" Niu Fu next to him shouted loudly, ordering the cavalry to slow down.

Although he said this, Niu Fu did not have the slightest intention of slowing down the horse, but he followed Dong Zhuo and charged, and was in the first row of the cavalry formation. If he slows down, but the speed of the cavalry behind him does not slow down in time, then as long as he collides with him, it will only be him who will die, not anyone else!

It's just that when he looks at the Yellow Turban soldiers rushing towards them all over the street, Niu Fu still has a sense of fear. There are too many of these people, and they are not at all what their 3,000 cavalry can solve in the terrain like the long street in the city!

In front of Niu Fu, Dong Zhuo gritted his teeth, and the sound of teeth rubbing accompanied by a bitter sound popped out of his mouth: "Lu Zigan!" ”