"Report ——!" Bo Cai sat in the Taishou Mansion and waited, and suddenly a yellow turban soldier hurriedly ran in outside, and knelt down on one knee in front of him: "Qu Shuai, the big thing is not good!"

Bo Cai took a closer look by the candlelight, and saw that the Yellow Turban soldier in front of him was in rags, his face was full of black ash, and he was embarrassed: "What's the matter?"

"Yuqu Shuai, General Sun took me to capture the Han army and found traces of the enemy in the mountains and forests about five miles outside the city. Unexpectedly, the Han army attacked with fire, and our entire army was annihilated, but only the subordinates were lucky to escape. The Yellow Turban looked up with a sad expression.

"Damn the Han army!" Bo Cai gritted his teeth, "He actually damaged a certain general!"

"Qu Shuai, his subordinates escaped by luck, and fought with a Han soldier on the way, and beheaded him!" The Yellow Turban soldier held up a bloody cloth bag, raised his head and said, "It can be regarded as avenging General Sun and his colleagues! It's just a pity that several other Han soldiers have escaped......

"Oh, bring it to me!" Bocai said immediately.

"Yes!" This Yellow Turban Soldier is actually Jia Zhengjin's change, and the head of a Yellow Turban Army is also wrapped in his hand. It's just that when she came in, she asked Nuwa to use virtual projection technology to cover her face with this head, which was quite effective as a deception.

Sure enough, Bo Cai opened the package and saw that it was Jia Zhengjin's head.

He naturally couldn't see that this was Nuwa using virtual projection technology to deceive the vision, and immediately looked at Jia Zhengjin's changing Yellow Turban soldiers: "You can kill this Han army, you have merit! Hang it outside the city gate to warn the Han army!"

"Yes!"

Jia Zhengjin put away his head and was about to go out, but Bo Cai stopped him: "Wait!"

"What do you command?" Jia Zhengjin turned around and bowed.

"What's your name?"

"Yuqu Shuai, a certain surname Jiang Mingle!" Jia Zhengjin reported the identity of this Yellow Turban Army.

"Jiang Le?" Bo Cai nodded, "Can you read?"

"Yuqu Shuai, a certain illiterate!"

"How's the martial arts?"

"A certain self-lining has a bit of bravery!" Jia Zhengjin replied.

"Let's do it!"

"Yes!" Jia Zhengjin put down his head, stood in the empty hall in the middle of the mansion, raised the spear in his hand to practice marksmanship, and then stabbed him in the air. The gun dances the silver snake, which is very good-looking.

Bo Cai's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect there to be such a brave person in the army, why haven't I heard of it before?"

Jia Zhengjin bowed his head and was silent, after all, he was not very familiar with Jiang Le before.

"Jiang Le, since Sun Yi died in battle, are you willing to take over as the vanguard officer?" Bo Cai asked.

"Thank you Qu Shuai for your kindness!"

"Very well, you hang the head out first. ”

"Yes!"

Because Sun Yi died, Bo saw that "Jiang Le" was good at martial arts, so he promoted him to be a pioneer officer.

The next day, the Yellow Turban generals in the city were summoned to discuss the attack on Shangdang County.

Just halfway through the discussion, a herald outside hurriedly rushed in, quickly knelt down and shouted: "General Tiangong has an order, summon Qu Shuai to quickly raise troops to attack Yingchuan!"

The herald handed over the token, and Bo Cai nodded after carefully comparing it: "Since it is the order of the general of Tiangong, a certain person should obey it! All the soldiers listened to the order, temporarily abandoned the party, and set out to fight in Yingchuan!"

"Wow!!"

Bocai left several Yellow Turban generals in the city to defend the city, and personally led the troops to set off in the direction of Yingchuan.

Jiang Le, who Jia Zhengjin changed, was also in the expedition, after all, he was the vanguard officer of Bocai.

After the army set out, Jia Zhengjin rode a horse and followed Bocai.

They were on the road until dusk, and the army was temporarily stationed in the field.

Taking advantage of the rest, Jia Zhengjin came to Qu Shuai's tent: "Qu Shuai!"

"Jiang Xianxian, what's the matter?" Bo Cai was reading a book when he saw him come in and looked up and asked.

"Yu Qu Shuai, the last general just picked up a rare thing with the side of the road!" Jia Zhengjin took out the portrait printed by Nuwa, walked over and respectfully presented it with both hands, "I am here to dedicate it to Qu Shuai!"

"Oh?" Bo Cai took it curiously, and found that it was a lifelike colorful portrait painting, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "This ...... This...... Is there such a treasure? Could it be the work of some great sage today?"

There were no photographs or paintings in this era.

Generally, the portraits are made of brush and ink, which is particularly abstract and has a completely different style.

"I don't know!"

"Jiang Xianxian, where did this treasure come from?" Bo Cai said urgently.

"It's on the side of the road!"

"Take me there!"

"Whew!" Jia Zhengjin took Bo Cai to the avenue near the camp tent, and pointed to a random place, saying that he had picked up the location of the portrait.

Bo Cai was convinced: "I'm afraid that which great sage has lost something, and he can make such a treasure, which is very human!"

"The last general thinks that this is a God-given treasure of Qu Shuai!" Jia Zhengjin said, "It's just that Qu Shuai can recognize the person in this painting?"

Bocai shook his head: "I've never seen it!"

Bo Cai, as the Yellow Turban Dafang Qu Shuai, has never seen this person? Could it be that he is not in the Yellow Turban Army?

Puzzled, he cautiously asked: "Qu Shuai, I saw that there was a poisonous snake around this person's neck, and I remembered the technique of resisting snakes. Could this person have something to do with my yellow scarf?"

"This snake control technique was taught by the artificial general, and it should have nothing to do with this person!" Bo Cai replied, "Which great sage made a painting, the person in the painting is not inferior to the Tiangong general!"

"Even Qu Shuai doesn't know the identity of this person?" Jia Zhengjin asked.

"Hmm!" Bo Cai shook his head, "I don't know if Daxian, who lost this treasure, will come to look for it." ”

"Qu Shuai, our army will stay here overnight, if the people who have lost their treasures come, they will definitely be able to meet!" Jia Zhengjin said, "It's just that our army is about to leave for Yingchuan tomorrow, so we can't wait here all the time." ”

"Well, if that man can come today, I want to see him. General Tiangong recruits heroes, if he can get the help of the great sages, the Yellow Turban will be even more powerful!"

Jia Zhengjin said in his heart that this is my thing, where is the great sage?

But he didn't say anything: "Qu Shuai, this person can be in the painting, it seems that he has a strange skill, it must not be simple! You might as well gather the whole army and ask if there is anyone who knows it." If we can recruit them, we will definitely be able to make our army stronger!"

"Reasonable!" Bo Cai felt that this was right, and did not suspect Jia Zhengjin's intentions, so he really gathered all the Yellow Turban Army and ordered people to hold the "treasure" and circulate it, looking for people who knew the stranger in the painting, or who had seen him.

As a result, when the whole army looked at the past, there was no one who knew about it, which was a great disappointment.

The most disappointed is Jia Zhengjin, he finally came up with this solution, that is, he hopes to find the target as soon as possible, solve it to save the future of the current parallel world, and prevent it from entering the zombie apocalypse.

It's just that I didn't expect it to spread all over the army, and I didn't find anything.

Also disappointed is Bocai, if such a stranger can be recruited, maybe it can make the Yellow Turban Army stronger. As long as they can overthrow the Eastern Han regime, they are willing to do anything.

That night, the Yellow Turban Army was stationed in the field to rest and recuperate.

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