"A bunch of scum." Zhang Banxian stood in the distance, looking at the soldiers who were wary of each other, with a look of disgust.

These soldiers were not Huang Tian's most loyal believers, how could they have the qualifications to be part of his lofty ideals? In the blueprint he sketched, there was no need for such a dirty color to stain the whole picture.

When the Yellow Turban wrestlers who followed him heard this, their faces couldn't help but stiffen, their eyes secretly glanced at Zhang Banxian, and then lowered their heads again. As if Zhang Banxian hadn't said that sentence just now, the Yellow Turban wrestlers began to perform their duties again, that is, to guard Zhang Banxian, and they didn't care about the rest.

Walking slowly towards the quartermaster in the center of the camp, Zhang Banxian held his hands on his back, unlike those numb soldiers, his face was extremely leisurely and indifferent, just like wandering on the street on weekdays. Slowly approaching, step by step, and finally came to the side of the quartermaster, Zhang Banxian stood still.

After looking around, Zhang Banxian shook his head slightly, even more disdainful in his heart. Probably these people finally became a part of the Yellow Sky, even if they can't witness its birth, but it's good to be a part of the casting after all.

Nodding to the quartermaster, who somehow took out a horn and whined. After this horn, many soldiers heard this horn sound, turned their heads in unison, and their eyes fell on Zhang Banxian and the others.

"This is our envoy." The quartermaster lowered his horn and spoke loudly, but received few responses.

He was not angry, but with a smile and shouted in an extremely incendiary voice: "The envoy has brought us food!" And, now the firehead has started to cook porridge, everyone has it! ”

"Plus! The envoy brought enough food and grass this time, so Zhang Shuai decided to continue attacking Nanyang City! After breaking the city, the three armies were rewarded, and the city was scraped for three days, and the proceeds were completely owned by themselves! ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had been sitting on the ground resting boredly, lost their minds for a moment when they heard this, as if they didn't believe what they were hearing. After a while, a sharp gaze suddenly shot out from the eyes that were distracted and numb, and the eyes were extremely fanatical! "Roar!" Many Yellow Turban soldiers roared angrily in the sky, their eyes were full of tyrannical and greedy light, and in their pupils, they had already seen the carnival after the destruction of Nanyang City.

"Bring the porridge up." Zhang Banxian said lightly.

He turned around and walked towards the camp where he had walked out, and as he left, he also instructed: "The law enforcement team maintains order, receives porridge in an orderly manner, and if there is any chaos, there will be no forgiveness!" ”

"Yes!" The soldiers of the law enforcement team greeted and stood around, their eyes on the many Yellow Turban soldiers, and the ghostly long knives in their hands.

Those yellow turban soldiers who were screaming wildly immediately felt like they were being poured cold water on their heads when they saw this scene, and they became unusually quiet, like good babies. Ren is anyone, who has seen these soldiers before, and now, can hardly believe that they will be the same people.

A quarter of an hour later, the smoke in the camp finally dissipated, and the smell of porridge was carried away by the wind, and it was no longer lingering all the time. Many Yellow Turban soldiers have been assembled, holding their own weapons in their hands, their bodies are completely new, and their temperaments have become extremely different, and there is more of a fighting spirit, probably the desire to be able to Dasuo Nanyang City for three days!

"Woo~" The horn of the expedition was sounded, and the Yellow Turban Army began to march towards Nanyang City, murderous.

"Ugh." Zhang Yan rode on his own war horse and shook his head when he saw this.

Don't look at the morale that is available now, but once it is frustrated, then it will be like a mountain and there is no way to recover. It's just that he can't see this scene anymore, or the elite of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army won't see that scene.

Poison, poison. Zhang Yan didn't know what the Great Sage and Good Master had sent this envoy to do, and he also admitted that this plan was very good, but admitting it was not the same as agreeing, after all, it was tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army. Most of the soldiers in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army have been sent out, how many will they survive in the end?

At this time, they may be extremely excited, but the despair that follows is enough to destroy them.

"What?" Qin Jie let out a loud cry at the head of the city, looking at the Yellow Turban Army army rushing towards the city wall of Nanyang City!

He couldn't understand why the Yellow Turban Army was still attacking the city now, obviously at this time, their food and grass were already unsustainable! The fire in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army during the night attack was very clear to him at the head of the city. But things are so impermanent, just when he was discussing with Huang Zhong one moment to pursue after the Yellow Turban Army retreated, the next moment, the Yellow Turban Army launched another attack.

Incomprehensible, confused. Maybe it's a dog jumping off the wall? Fight to the death? But Qin Jie didn't think that the commander of the Yellow Turban Army would be so stupid. Or perhaps, the general who was injured by an arrow during Huang Hansheng's night attack was the boss, and after that, there was a reckless man who took over the position of the coach, so he would have such a stupid initiative.

If you can't think about it, then don't think about it anymore. No matter how much confusion there is, it has no effect to solve it in front of you, because when the soldiers are in the city, there is nothing left except for the fight of meat and knives and guns.

Now, he only hoped that the commander of the Yellow Turban Army was really so stupid as to throw all his forces into the siege. Suddenly, Qin Jie suddenly realized that this army was not right, and the Yellow Turban Army would never be so many people, it should have been more.

Those vanished Yellow Turbans, are they gone, or are they hiding aside in search of opportunities? Qin Jie didn't dare to gamble, and he wouldn't gamble, as long as he held Nanyang City, it would be a victory for him!

"Armies fight!" He roared violently and drew the sword at his waist.

"There is an end here here, you can rest assured that the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and we should fight to the death by our horsemen." Huang Zhong admonished.

"Haha." Qin Jie laughed loudly, not taking a step back, his eyes firmly fixed on the Yellow Turban Army approaching the city gate.

"Could it be that you Huang Hansheng don't know that Ban Dingyuan is from Rong? Although I am not the Duke of Dingyuan, with the seven-foot sword in my hand, I can still kill a few Yellow Turban thieves! ”

"Don't worry! The Yellow Turban Army has now lost its trebuchet, at most some arrows, with Hansheng you, how can I have anything. ”

"Yes." Seeing that Qin Jie was extremely resolute, Huang Zhong no longer tried to persuade him, and the long knife was unsheathed, and the sword light like a practice was cut in front of him. With a "bell", a feather arrow was blocked

With him, he should be too guarded! This is Huang Zhong's self-confidence and determination of his own strength.

(End of chapter)