"The yellow scarf, my heart, the yellow sky is gone, I can survive!"

On the roof of the city guard's mansion, looking at the generals of the Yellow Turban Army who were scattered and fleeing, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who couldn't run away and begging on the ground, Zhang Mancheng held his wine glass and chanted a half-penniless poem with tears in his eyes. Thinking that he was full of talent and threw himself into the Yellow Turban Army in a vain attempt to make a career, but it was empty, what an inexplicable irony!

"Lao Zhang, is my yellow turban career destined to be so ruined?"

There was just a person sitting silently on the side, but it was Bo Caiye, who was also Qu Shuai at the beginning. If the Yellow Turban Army does not exist, how can they, who were born at the behest of the Yellow Sky, survive? It's better to go back, it's better to go back~

"Hehe, maybe our existence is a mistake, it's just that we simply don't want to admit it."

After taking a big bite of a glass of wine, Bocai looked at the fireworks flying all over the city, and felt that the vicissitudes of the world were all in one place. They are alive in the world at the behest of the Yellow Sky, and if there is no Yellow Turban, Qu Shuai will die!

Of course, there is another situation in which they can survive, that is, they defect to the Han army and become the subordinate ministers of the Han Emperor Meng Li. However, how can they accept the arrogance of their hearts, who have long been bent on overthrowing the Han Dynasty?

Therefore, their end was already doomed at the moment when something wrong like the yellow scarf was produced, and they were just unwilling to fight for their fate, but in fact, who could change their lives against the sky? Who can hold the vicissitudes of life?

They can't, so fate has long been sealed!

"Bocai, in fact, I have thought of this situation for a long time, but I am not reconciled!"

People are dying and their words are good, anyway, life is about to come to an end, Zhang Mancheng, a high-minded and arrogant person, has nothing to be embarrassed to say or dare not say.

"Who can be willing! I Bocai came out of a white body and then sat on an army of 80,000 people in vain, all the way down several cities. But in just one month, he lost the city and lost his land, and he was about to return to the yellow sky. Who would have thought! ”

Hearing Zhang Mancheng's half-self-deprecating and half-wry words, Bocai's heart here was even more blocked. After pouring a large sip of wine directly into the jar, he roared hoarsely.

"yes, we didn't think of it. But. This may be the general trend, destiny! The teacher has always wanted to lead us to try to change our lives against the sky, but unexpectedly, in the end, it will be a failure! There are also many civilians who have died for us with cholera, if there is an afterlife. I just want to be a commoner who worries about three meals and five grains, what princes and rich families, let him go with the wind! ”

In the end, Zhang Mancheng is brilliant, and his words are very moving, but can no matter how touching his words are, can the current situation of the Yellow Turban Army's rout be saved?

"And me, Bocai!"

Hearing Zhang Mancheng's sigh, Bo Cai also looked at the bright moon in the sky with yearning in his eyes, although they had a very happy life in the eyes of outsiders this month, but who can know how uncomfortable fate is?

"Good!"

Although the two are from different backgrounds. The talents are not equal, but there is also a only one of them, and they clenched their hands into a fist and slammed it hard, we are still brothers in the next life!

"Kill, kill~"

The noisy shouting in the distance was already close at hand, and there were only a few loyal kittens left in the city guard mansion with three steps and one post and five steps and one sentry in the past.

"When did you burn Huang Tianling?"

Bo Cai, who was silent for a while, seemed to be looking at the moonlight, but the tone in his mouth was relaxed for a while.

"Before the arrival of the Han army's capital army!"

Bocai's question made Zhang Mancheng smile, and he still asked this sentence. You know, Huang Tianling is here. None of the Yellow Turbans fled on the battlefield, and none of them were reluctant to die. And think about the situation of Bocai's camp at the beginning, although the escape of the army burned down by fire is not obvious, but tonight's situation is problematic. If Huang Tianling is still here, the Yellow Turban Army will definitely fight to the death. At that time, it is still possible to fight for three days and three nights. Although it may still be a losing situation in the end, the Han army, and even the civilians of this city, will suffer heavy casualties, and there will be no one in a hundred.

"It's good!"

As Zhang Mancheng thought, Bo Cai did not point his nose and scold after listening to his words. Rather, after drinking and talking. With the sound of throwing the wine jar casually, the rough wave shouted loudly.

Although his thoughts are straightforward and dedicated to fighting for the restoration of the Yellow Sky, human life, especially the worthless life of civilians, is still very important in his eyes. Maybe it has something to do with his origin, maybe it has something to do with his beliefs, who knows~

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The neat shouting of killing was already rumbling in his ears, and Zhang Mancheng and Bo Cai, who glanced at each other, both looked calm about the world and indifferent to Yiqiē.

"Please!"

This time, the two of them took off their armor and put on their robes after returning home, and then stood up together, and saluted with both hands with their wine glasses.

Then the two of them covered their faces with their big sleeves according to full etiquette, drank all the wine in the glass, and then touched the corners of their mouths with their hands, looked at each other again, and threw the wine glasses together with the wine jar placed on the roof.

"This sword has followed me for many years, and I have drunk the blood of many enemies, and now it is finally time to drink the blood of my master."

Zhang Mancheng, who pulled out the sword in his waist, stared at it like a sympathetic person, and then gently stroked the sword in his hand.

"Hehe, I'm poor and can't afford a sword. This sword was given to me by a great sage! ”

It is also a sword that sharpens iron like clay, and when the wave is pulled out, that little bit of edge suddenly illuminates the field of one side, and it corresponds to Zhang Mancheng's sword.

"Walk slowly!"

"Don't send it!"

Although the words are different, the two people who express the same opinion are calmly facing the impending death.

"Puff~"

The two slight sounds of flesh were a little weak under the suppression of the Han army's roar, but the end of a canal he represented was incommensurate with the Han army's killing of 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers.

……

"Well, this is?"

Zhang Liao, who had just arrived outside the gate of the City Guard Mansion, suddenly saw two dark yellow more conspicuous pillars of light rising into the sky, and he was slightly surprised, and suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that he couldn't believe.

But when he saw the blank expressions of his soldiers at his question, he suddenly sent a team of people into the mansion to search, wanting to see how many secrets were hidden in this city guard! (To be continued.) )