"Tick, tick." Drops of water dripped from the mouth of the water bladder held in Zhang Banxian's hand, dripping on the ground, and were quickly absorbed by the dry land, leaving only a shallow mark in the end, which soon disappeared completely.

He stood on the top of the hillside, looking up into the distance, surrounded by the Yellow Turban Lux who was still accompanying him on the left and right, not far from him, at a distance, protecting his safety. Behind him, it was the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army that got out of Nanyang and marched to this place.

"It doesn't seem far from Guangzong." He muttered to himself, a mysterious smile on his face.

The closer the distance, the more Zhang Banxian could feel that Zhang Jiao was getting closer and closer to death. This feeling is an indescribable intuition that cannot be verified, but it is indeed flickering in my mind.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and win all battles. Zhang Banxian also carefully checked the history of the late Eastern Han Dynasty and knew that Zhang Jiao died of illness on the eve of the Battle of Guangzong, otherwise the Han army would not have captured Guangzong City so easily. As for completely believing in history, Zhang Banxian is not so stupid, all variables are changing all the time, he just uses this to deduce the approximate time of Zhang Jiao's death.

Struggle is everywhere, whether it is the enemy's or his own people, Zhang Banxian has long been prepared. All this is for the unattainable dream in my heart, for it, even if it is covered in blood? As long as he succeeds in this world, then he can copy it to another world at any time, and want to reproduce the original red world.

Smiling, Zhang Banxian turned his head and asked, "Has the thing been delivered?" ”

"It's delivered, it has been delivered to Zhang Mancheng's hands according to your instructions." Behind him, a Yellow Turban soldier bowed in reply.

He didn't look at Zhang Banxian, extremely respectful, but when his eyes accidentally swept over, a kind of fanatical light burst out. This kind of light often appears in the eyes of many believers looking at Zhang Jiao, which is a kind of look that regards him as a god and believes in it with all his heart.

"Good." Zhang Banxian nodded lightly, if there is no accident, then Zhang Mancheng will die today. In fact, Zhang Mancheng's injury has not improved so far, but has become more and more aggravated.

How could he be good? As long as he is good, then Zhang Banxian will immediately lose the control of this army, he can suppress others, but he can't suppress Zhang Mancheng, the commander of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army who was personally taught by Zhang Jiao.

It turned out that the three forces in the army competed against each other, which played a balancing role, but later, Zhao Hong was summoned by Zhang Jiao, and it became a confrontation between the two forces. Among them is a force headed by Zhang Banxian, although he is an outsider, he has Zhang Jiao's purpose, and he is nominally the person with the highest status in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army. The other force is Zhang Niujiao's force, because of his righteous son's courage and good fighting, he is also quite prestigious in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, which is why he and Zhao Hong can become the two generals under Zhang Mancheng.

It's just that Zhang Yan has been sent out, so now Zhang Mancheng is faintly suppressed by Zhang Banxian. This kind of suppression is easy to go unnoticed, and among this group of big bosses, Zhang Banxian's silent means of falling rain are even more secretive. And because half a month ago, he saw Zhao Hong disappear from his eyes, knowing that Zhang Jiao had control over everything, he became more cautious and cautious.

Otherwise, there is no need to wait until this time to decide to attack Zhang Mancheng, because the time is fast, and the Han army rejected the Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong, which already shows that the strength of the Yellow Turban Army has faded. At a time when some Han armies could besiege Guangzong City at any time and the Armageddon broke out, it was especially important to control an army that truly belonged to them.

The power comes out of the barrel of the gun, this sentence impressed Zhang Banxian the most. No matter how big it is, no matter how strong it is, only big fists are the last word. Although human beings have been developing and creating civilizations, they have been distinguished from wild beasts ever since. But under this appearance, what can't be concealed is that this is still a world of the jungle, and only a big fist can take what you want to capture. Otherwise, he will always be a lamb, waiting for others to slaughter on the board, and he may live to death, but when he is the fattest, he will not escape death.

So Zhang Mancheng must die, in this kind of conspiracy, there is no good or bad, as long as the goal can be achieved, it is a good way. What's more, as long as you can see that everyone can be the master of their own house and control their own destiny, after Zhang Mancheng dies, he will feel that it is worth it, right?

"The order goes down, Guangzong is in danger, and the great sage and good master are still waiting for our help, so the speed must not slow down." Zhang Banxian commanded.

"Yes!" The Yellow Turban soldier answered loudly and turned and ran towards the rear. He didn't think about the purpose of Zhang Banxian's order, in his heart, as long as he didn't hesitate to carry it out.

"He is worthy of being the coach of Manchester City, and he can last so long when he is seriously injured. Only, how long can you last? Zhang Banxian let out a sigh.

With his physique, if he was seriously injured like Zhang Mancheng, after more than half a month of turbulence, he would have died in less than two days. But it is a miracle that Zhang Mancheng was able to hold on for so long. It's just that how long can he hold on again, Zhang Banxian is really looking forward to it, how can the injury heal if he keeps tossing and turning? Coupled with the letter he sent, it may not be long before the entire Nanyang Yellow Turban Army will be under his control.

There was only one horn left, and the other generals of the Yellow Turban Army were able to turn over in Zhang Banxian's eyes. The only person who understands, Zhang Yan, who is quite wise, was also sent out by him in the name of leading the army first, and now he is leading the forward to estimate that he has arrived near Guangzong, right? In this way, the so-called forces of Zhang Niujiao's side, which can be compared to him, have collapsed from the moment Zhang Yan left.

As the sky darkened, the torches in the team were lit one by one, like a moving dragon of flames, and they did not stop, and continued to move forward.

On a stretcher in the back, Zhang Mancheng trembled and picked up a note, and after seeing the four words on it, his whole eyes widened. His chest heaved violently, and he breathed heavily, like a broken bellows.

"Poof." A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and spread out in the air like a firework. His hand hung limply, and the note slipped between his fingers, and in an instant it was carried away by the wind.

It was just four words written on it, Manchester City misunderstood me.

(End of chapter)