"Withdraw! Remove! ”

The overwhelming fire burned the entire sky, and Bo Cai, who had just returned to God, roared heartbreakingly, trying in vain to preserve some vitality for the Yellow Turban Army.

Of course, in fact, without his roar, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army are running wildly one after another, and his roar is just a psychological comfort to himself.

Thinking that he was sent by the great sage and good teacher to become a party commander, how rampant the soldiers with a canal in their hands were, and his initial battle was unexpectedly smooth, the more the city fought, the more the soldiers gathered, until it was connected to the other side of Zhang Mancheng's department into a large area, this kind of result, in addition to the base camp Jinmen Road, this achievement is only afraid that it is the first of the Yellow Turban Army.

Now it is good that the 80,000 army in his hands is about to be wiped out, and his own hard work and the expectations of the great sages and good teachers may all come to naught in this battle, what a sad thing!

"Qu Shuai, Qu Shuai, let's go, there are horses here!"

The guards found Bocai in the midst of the chaos, who was out of step with the fleeing crowd, and they rushed to make a way with their swords and guns, and sent Bocai's good horse to him.

"Where are you going?"

Looking at the scattered and scattered soldiers and the camp that was about to fall under the fire, Bo Cai said in a daze.

"Qu Shuai, the brothers need you, Huang Tian needs you!"

The guards saw that there was still no movement, and it seemed that they had the intention of death, and they were shocked and persuaded one after another.

"Huang Tian? Huang Tianke can bless my Yellow Turban Army? ”

Bocai, who came out of his confused state, looked at the pitch-black sky and muttered.

"Is this the general trend that the great sages and good teachers are talking about? Tonight, the time and place are all on the puppets controlled by the Han army! ”

Bocai, who sighed, was a little interested.

"Qu Shuai, let's go, the fire is about to burn!"

At this moment, the boiling heat wave has made the camp extremely hot, and the weapons and armor are also hot, and the raging fire that is getting stronger and stronger at this moment seems to be about to swallow the camp. Look at the scene in front of you. Feeling the heat wave of the waves, the words of the guards and the persuasion of Bocai were a little empty.

"Let's go, let's go! For the sake of Huang Tian, I can still fight! ”

Looking at the back camp, it has been affected by the fire. The scene of the middle camp was also about to be destroyed in the sea of fire, and after Bo Cai once again helplessly glanced deeply at the 'fire men' who let out a painful scream, he jumped on his horse and galloped towards the rear camp.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know if the wind borrows the fire, and the fire borrows the wind. Or both. The fire swept away faster and faster, first the slower soldiers, then the fast ones were inevitably killed, and only a few of the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army with good horses escaped.

One after another, one by one, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were swallowed up by the sea of fire. They shouted and waved their burning bodies to act wantonly in it, and every qiē seemed to be the sky trying to destroy the yellow turban and make a monster~

……

On the third day, the fire that burned everything that could be burned was extinguished. Zhang Liao, who received the report, led a few people to check on this imaginary and extremely tragic battlefield.

The bleak earth, the red sun. Coupled with the pitch-black fly ash and the disgusting smell of meat, it constituted an extremely tragic and disgusting scene.

"General, this fire at least burned an army of 50,000 anti-thieves~"

Looking at the clusters of fly ash everywhere in the east and west and the piles of sticky things that rotted into oil, a guard next to him covered his nose and said.

"Fifty thousand? Hehe, under this fire, in addition to those well-trained war horse owners who can run, even some untrained good horses may be frightened and die here, how can 50,000 be able to fight? ”

Zhang Liao was very satisfied with his fire, and looked at the raging fire the night before. I'm afraid that the entire Yellow Turban Army will be swallowed up by it.

"People say: fire and water are ruthless. In the future, it will be used sparingly, and you have to guard against others using it! ”

It seems that the fire is a bit hurtful, and he is afraid of the retribution of performance, and it seems that he feels that this is a little unfair to those who are dedicated to goodness. Although he was very satisfied with the fire of Xiong Lie. But Zhang Liao still didn't like this kind of strategy. At the same time, be more prepared for such tactics.

"Obediently, how many well-trained war horses can the Yellow Turban Army have, in this way, wouldn't it be the 80,000 troops of the Yellow Turban Army, almost all of them were buried in this sea of fire."

The smell of disgusting meat still came from the air. At this moment, the guards didn't care about the bad smell, and when he heard Zhang Liao's words, he put down the hand covering his nose and said in surprise.

"The sea of fire is merciless!"

Frowning his head, looking at the earth that was still pitch-black in the distance, Zhang Liao sighed slightly, and then slowly beat his horse and walked back.

He had wanted to get over here to estimate how many yellow turbans had been buried by the fire, but with the smell of the flesh and the green grass in the distance, he wisely gave up on his idea. Anyway, the army of the Yellow Turban Army is almost dead, so let's continue to pacify Zhang Mancheng's headquarters in its rear step by step.

Seeing that his general first beat his horse and returned in the direction of the camp, several guards glanced at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and then followed Zhang Liao one after another.

……

"What's the matter, how is General Wenyuan investigating?"

As soon as he returned to the camp, Xie Xuan, who was simply wearing a robe, walked up and asked playfully.

"The big picture is decided!"

Seeing that Xie Xuan had been much more stable recently, but he made himself angry from time to time, Zhang Liao said to him helplessly.

"This batch of grain and grass has arrived, so when will we leave to continue the march?"

Xie Xuan, who shook his body and relaxed his muscles a little, asked as if he didn't care.

"Wait, wait until the land ahead is better. Anyway, most of the thieves under Bocai have already been buried in the fire, and we are not in a hurry for this moment! ”

Thinking of the bleak scene of the land, Zhang Liao, who frowned, still let go of the thought that he had been wanting to make meritorious contributions a few days ago. Now that he has won Bocai's 80,000 troops without much effort, no matter how capable Zhang Mancheng is behind, he can't stop the Han army that came all the way to quell the chaos with a great victory!

"It's good! After a few days of rest, we need to hurry! (To be continued.) )