"Soldiers under the yellow sky, raise your swords and guns, and go towards the south gate of Guangzong City, here I am."

The next moment, Zhang Jiao's voice appeared in the ears of every soldier of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, as soon as this voice appeared, it had been broken through by the three cavalry armies, and the formation was shattered, and the soldiers who were panicked and frightened suddenly settled down. The eyes that had lost focus, and in the eyes that were full of despair a moment ago, a light called faith appeared.

They began to meet the cavalry, with the greatest strength in their arms, holding swords and guns, and launched an attack on the fast shuttle Han cavalry. More attacks missed, but as long as one of the Yellow Turban soldiers had an attack that worked. Because they are not one man, or ten, or hundred, but their attacks are counted in thousands.

Among the thousands, how many soldiers will there be that kind of luck and strength?

What's more, no matter how strong the cavalry is, it can't change one of the reasons why he can dominate the battlefield, is that the military orders of the local commanders cannot be issued, each part cannot be connected to the part, and at the same time, there is also the exhaustion of the morale of the soldiers. But now, Zhang Jiao's voice transcends time, space and distance, and at the same time, it appeared in the ears of every soldier of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army.

For a long time, they have only one commander, and the recognized commander is Zhang Jiao. No matter what the situation, as long as you hear the voice of Zhang Jiao, no matter how much panic you have, it will suddenly disappear!

"Kill!" Many Yellow Turban soldiers roared angrily, rushing towards the Han cavalry and killing the Han soldiers on the opposite side.

Death, they are not afraid. Because the memories of the city that belong to me are bitter and sweet, the personal experience of each of my comrades, and the feeling of blood and pain, are real. As long as they can see, as long as they can change, even if they lose their own lives, because as long as they can let their relatives meet the arrival of that moment, the arrival of the world that belongs to them, everything is worth it.

Like many Yellow Turban soldiers in Guangzong City, the wounded soldiers did not hesitate to choose to buy time for those comrades who began to move. At the same time, it also carries the same fate, one of their lives, in exchange for the life of the enemy's Han soldiers, it is worth it!

"Poof." Zhang Yan's spear pierced the chest of a Han soldier in front of him, and the horse under his seat stood up in shock, and then stepped down suddenly, and the two front hooves stepped heavily on the body of a Han soldier, which immediately broke his bones and tendons.

Guangzong City was already very close to him, but looking back, Zhang Yan made up his mind in an instant. "Let's go!" He turned his horse's head and led the cavalry that had rushed out of the Han army's barrier with him, and turned around to kill.

Since the great sage and good teacher said so, then there must be his reason. Zhang Yan also didn't believe that there would be any problems with the orders of the Great Sage and Good Master, because in his field of vision, the electric light that pierced the sky was the attention of the Great Sage and Good Master to them.

All he had to do now was to try to gather the Yellow Turban soldiers and lead them to the south gate to wait.

"Want to go?" Cao Cao noticed the movement of the Yellow Turban Army now, he just shook his head slightly, the speed of the Qing Xuan Sword did not slow down for a moment, even at the moment of thinking, he had killed many Yellow Turban Army soldiers.

If you want to go, it's not that simple, even if their Han army doesn't have an advantage in numbers, but under the premise that the cavalry has successfully disrupted the formation, everything has become extremely simple. His eyes looked through the fighting crowd, among the scattered blood, and saw an army from behind the Yellow Turban Army.

Cavalry, and cavalry. The three-way cavalry army charged towards the Yellow Turban Army in three directions, and the outcome of the Yellow Turban Army was not difficult to predict Cao Cao. As long as he comes out with regular soldiers and cooperates with the cavalry to harvest, the victory is decided.

He also sensed that the Yellow Turban Army's counterattack was strong now, but this was just madness before death, a little tricky, but it was not a problem. It's just that Cao Cao's scalp suddenly became numb, goosebumps appeared on his whole body in an instant, and the cold hairs were trembling and full of uneasiness.

The stabbed Qingyu sword was retracted, and Cao Cao's eyes caught a little electric light shooting towards him, and the whole person turned over without hesitation, holding the neck of Huang Feidian tightly with both hands, preventing himself from falling. The electric light brushed past his original position, and the claw yellow flew with a long roar, and it also seemed to sense the threat, and suddenly transformed into an afterimage, and suddenly increased its speed to the extreme.

Then Cao Cao turned over and got on the horse again, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and at that moment, he really felt death. Because of this thunder and lightning, the sudden appearance of thunder and lightning he had actually seen once before, and he had also seen it in the former Guangzong Han army camp, and he had personally touched it. But at that time, there was still the Qingyu Sword as a medium, but just now it was different, the thunder and lightning were shooting towards his body, which Cao Cao did not doubt.

Although he was extremely disdainful of this in his heart, Cao Cao was already extremely vigilant, ready to welcome the arrival of another thunderbolt at any time. In such a chaotic battlefield, if you are unprepared, you will die.

"Big brother!" Zhang Bao looked at the familiar figure that appeared in front of him, and he didn't know why, he always felt faintly uneasy.

I don't know where this uneasiness came from, and he couldn't catch the slightest trace, Zhang Bao was only slightly surprised, and then classified it as an inexplicable feeling.

"This general, can you give me a face?" Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Fei and smiled lightly.

"Hmph." Zhang Fei snorted coldly, his face covered with ice, making him extremely cold at the moment. I'm afraid that any girl here, or a female player, will pounce in front of him when she sees this scene and shout a cold-faced Langjun. and despised Luo Guanzhong and his book Romance of the Three Kingdoms, because the Zhang Fei they knew was a big black man with a beard and a thick man.

However, no matter how handsome he looks, the current Zhang Fei is like an unsheathed long sword, and all the murderous aura is condensed into one point. I'm afraid that it's a female player who is not strong-minded, and when she appears in front of him, she can't care about appreciating that handsomeness, but is directly scared to pee.

Zhang Fei maintained the posture of stabbing out the Zhangba snake spear, and this spear was originally stabbed towards Zhang Bao. He was very sure that he would be able to assassinate the Digong general in the Yellow Turban Army, but until now, when another middle-aged man with a bookish smell appeared in front of him, he was so sure that he didn't even have a point.

He's Zhang Jiao. I don't know why, Zhang Fei was able to recognize the identity of the middle-aged Taoist in front of him at a glance. If he was in another place, without that robe, I was afraid that Zhang Fei would treat him as a very learned gentleman, and even have a good conversation with him.

It's just that here, on the battlefield, there won't be half a point left to talk about each other. Between them, there is only one result, and this result is life and death, either you die or I die.

Zhang Jiao exerted force, and added another force to go up, and a layer of blush like smeared rouge appeared on his fair and handsome face. It's just that his Zhangba snake spear is still motionless, maintaining the action of stabbing out, and the tip of the spear at the other end is staying between the fingers of Zhang Jiao, not moving at all.

Zhang Jiao just stretched out two fingers, and just clamped Zhang Fei's shot that never returned, and the snake spear that could take people's lives was still. The layered strength was constantly conveyed through the Zhangba Snake Spear and through the fingers of Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao's chest was churning, but he endured it so that the blood did not rush out of his throat. Although the wind was calm on the surface, Zhang Jiao, who received this blow, was not better than at least the lower corner of the robe that was moving backwards, and now it calmed down.

"Can you talk properly now? This general? Zhang Jiao asked.

Pressing his hand down, Zhang Fei felt that the Zhangba Snake Spear in his hand was involuntarily shifting. He exerted his strength again, but saw Zhang Jiao's face turn cold, and between his two fingers, the overflowing electric light flashed.

Zhang Fei involuntarily stepped back, his whole body continued to tremble, and a trace of electricity appeared on his body, crackling. His hand was still only holding the Zhangba Snake Spear, no matter how hot the Zhangba Snake Spear was, and even the current transmitted from the Zhangba Snake Spear into his body, he did not put down the weapon in his hand.

"Bang." His right foot stopped and sank into the stone slab, and Zhang Fei finally tilted the tremendous force that was pushing him backwards.

His mouth opened slightly, and a little blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, a puff of black smoke came out of his mouth. At that moment just now, Zhang Fei didn't seem to be a big deal, but only Zhang Fei knew that every time he took a breath now, there would be a burst of pain in his lungs. And his heart was beating uncontrollably and rapidly, and his blood and qi were tumbling, and in a short period of time, he could not afford a fierce battle.

"The thief is open." Behind Zhang Fei, Lu Zhi finally cleared out the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who were blocking in front of him and rode his horse to come.

He stared at Zhang Jiao, undisguised his disgust, including in words, but also with a kind of disgust. At least no matter what Zhang Jiao's ability is, Lu Zhi looks down on him very much.

"Rebels and thieves, everyone will be punished." Said coldly, his arm was raised, and the long sword in his hand was pointed at Zhang Jiao from afar.

The cavalry behind him stopped their horses, drew their bows, and shot a rain of arrows towards Zhang Jiao.

"Really. Why don't you let people talk well? Maybe you still don't understand, I don't want to die, and you can't kill me until I die. Raising his hand slightly, he slammed his open palm, and the feathered arrows that shot out turned into powder before they reached Zhang Jiao's body. It was scattered by the wind, and it became a completely harmless thing from a murderous weapon.

Lu Zhi's gaze froze, that's right, he finally saw with his own eyes the demon magic of the thief Dao Zhang Jiao. Whether it is the news that came, or the personal experience of the soldiers, or the fact that he looked at it from a distance on the battlefield, or the thunder and lightning that appeared in his tent half a month ago, it was not as close as his own view here.

"Hexology?" Lu Zhi muttered, but the vigilance in his heart was raised to the highest point.

Zi didn't say anything about the strange power and chaos, but when the strange power and chaos appeared in front of him, he had to believe that this was the strange power and chaos. It's just that even if there is no way to explain the power, when Lu Zhi saw Zhang Jiao, he had already decided that no matter what the price was, he would leave Zhang Jiao here completely.

It doesn't matter if there is no way to wipe out the main force of the Yellow Turban Army, as long as Zhang Jiao is killed, it will be a victory. Because as long as Zhang Jiao is still alive, then the next Yellow Turban Army will appear, and as long as he is dead, no matter whether the Yellow Turban Army is still there or not, it will eventually die.

In his heart, Lu Zhi had already made up his mind, even if he himself wanted to die in Guangzong City, he would kill Zhang Jiao!

As if sensing the killing intent in Lu Zhi's heart, Zhang Jiao's eyes flickered, but there was no superfluous movement.

"Zhang Bao, take the believers away." Zhang Jiao said softly.

"What?" Zhang Bao was a little dazed in front, but only later did he realize what Zhang Jiao was saying, and immediately reacted, and said loudly: "But big brother, how can I leave if you are still here?" ”

"I say go, you go." Zhang Jiao said categorically.

"I want to go, no one can keep me, as long as you leave, you can go."

"Oh! Oh, yes! Zhang Bao reacted immediately, with the ability of his eldest brother Zhang Jiao, no one could stop him if he wanted to leave. On the contrary, it was because they were here, so the eldest brother Zhang Jiao did not leave!

reacted, Zhang Bao immediately led the soldiers behind him to leave, and he walked without hesitation. Because whether it is him or Zhang Liang, the trust in the eldest brother will not be less, just because no matter when, Zhang Jiao will not let them down, and he will not let the believers down.

If there are mountains in this world, then Zhang Jiao is in their hearts, the highest mountain in the world. In every time of crisis, the figure like a mountain will appear, no matter what kind of wind and rain is in front of them, it will block their front.

That's his big brother, and that's his faith.

It's just that why does he feel empty in his heart? As if to lose something important, every time I take a step back, away from the corner, this feeling will become more and more profound, sudden, I don't know why.

Just watched Zhang Bao lead the Yellow Turban Army soldiers to leave, Lu Zhi didn't give an order to stop them, compared to those soldiers, compared to the departure of the Digong General Zhang Bao, as long as Zhang Jiao is still here, then let them go.

Looking at Zhang Jiao coldly, Lu Zhi was waiting, waiting for the arrival of more Han soldiers behind him. When he is sure, he will capture Zhang Jiao in one fell swoop.