On a scorching summer day, it stands to reason that there should be no howling winds on days when it is not raining heavily. But today's Quyang is the north wind howling, although the skin is still extremely hot, but the heart is a chill biting.

But no matter how cold it is, the civilians in Quyang don't dare to go out to fill a few bedding and come back. It's just because the Han army is approaching these days and although Zhang Mancheng gave up strategically on the front line, he was still frightened by the speed at which the Han army dropped the city like a god, and now the whole city is under martial law, and they are not allowed to go to the streets without permission, they are not allowed to visit each other, and they are not allowed to meet distant relatives and friends......

Anyway, a lot of 'must not' made the people's hearts, who were already a little panicked at the moment, become more sensitive, and they shrank in their own nests like rabbits and didn't dare to move.

I am afraid it is not an exaggeration to say that Quyang's city defense is strict, but if you see that there are several nearby city guards that have been under martial law, you will know that there are still gaps in the outside defense.

Three steps and one person, five steps and one sentry, the roofs and big trees were full of dense Yellow Turban soldiers, and they only had one order in their bodies.

"Whoever appears in sight will be killed!"

At this moment, the corpses are scattered on the street casually, and a few civilians dressed as people are the best interpretation of their existence, at this moment, the bleak streets and the cold Yellow Turban sergeants form a chilling and pervasive picture.

In contrast to the silence within a radius of one mile, a person in the back garden of the castle guard mansion was muttering strange words passionately.

On the boxy table, there seemed to be nothing to worship, but the three arrows placed in the first class seemed a little abnormal.

If you look closely, it turned out to be Zhang Mancheng wearing a yellow long-sleeved robe printed with gossip patterns. At this moment, his face is not sad or happy, the temperament of being close to and killing in the past is completely gone, and he looks like a high-level person at the moment.

I saw Zhang Mancheng wave his sleeves, stretched out his left hand to hold the first arrow in his hand, and then held the arrow in both hands, raised the arrow as high as possible, and then pulled it down to his chest. Then, after reciprocating this three times, the two index fingers turned the arrow in a circle.

"Break through the shackles of the sky, get the Dao technique of the Yellow Sky, and worship the disciple Zhang Mancheng of the Yellow Turban Army!"

In his mouth, he just shouted loudly. There was not the slightest movement of the body, and the eyes of the struggle were only slightly closed.

"There are numbers in the sky, there are skills in the yellow sky, I say the yellow sky, and the immortal blessing will stay forever! Disciple Zhang Mancheng invited the Yellow Angel. Huang Tianlushi is coming! ”

Zhang Mancheng, who respectfully put down the arrow in his hand and returned to his position, picked up the arrow in the middle, at this moment, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened angrily, and his shaking hand made the arrow in his hand shake urgently.

"Disciple, please!"

And at this moment, in front of Zhang Mancheng's altar in the backyard, a small team of Yellow Turban sergeants stood in a boxy phalanx, and shouted in unison.

And Zhang Mancheng over there stared angrily at the scene in front of him, and on the other hand, he shook the arrow in his hand vigorously, as if he was trying to contact Huang Tian, who was against the general trend.

"The yellow sky is above. Disciple Yellow Turban Army Zhang Mancheng presented! My headquarters army and horses are about to be exterminated by the Han army, please Huang Tian help! ”

Looking at the group of Yellow Turban soldiers who still didn't react, Zhang Mancheng here roared again.

"Disciple, please!"

The group of Yellow Turban soldiers with their eyes closed, after hearing their shouts and shouts, also closed their eyes again and echoed loudly.

At this moment, in the backyard, except for their shouts, there was no sound at all. Even Bocai was waiting anxiously in the front yard, and he didn't dare to take another step.

And in their undetectable sight, wisps of yellow lines fell from the sky, heading straight towards the small phalanx formed by the Yellow Turban Sergeants in the backyard of the Quyang City Guard's Mansion.

Zhang Mancheng can't see it. But after a while, from his subtle gaze, he saw that the body of the group of soldiers was shaking in a very small amplitude, but with a high frequency.

"Whew~"

Zhang Mancheng exhaled lightly. stood silently, watching the group of Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him accept the 'inheritance'.

"Yellow Turban Lux, the survival of our department is really on you!"

Thinking that the wind outside was like a dragon, and the Han army, which was like a tiger, was crushed by might, Zhang Mancheng at this moment walked a little cautiously and looked forward to it.

Yellow Turban Lux. This is a trick of Taoism passed on to him by his master Zhang Jiao. It is the resonance of the Yellow Heaven that allows some of the Yellow Turban soldiers who are fanatical in their faith to gain incomparable strength and speed, and their strength and speed are related to the depth of their faith. In other words, even if he is a scholar who is powerless, as long as he firmly believes in Huang Tian, then he will gain the power and speed of the god of war. Of course, because Huang Tian obviously can't break the monopoly of the sky now, he can't give it such a powerful energy.

Zhang Mancheng, who walked for a while, looked at the small group of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army in front of the altar who accepted the 'inheritance' of the Yellow Turban Force, and found that their bodies were shaking less and less, Zhang Mancheng squinted his eyes and watched quietly.

"It's done!"

Seeing that the group of soldiers opened their eyes one after another, the extremely sharp gaze in their eyes and the cold expression made Zhang Mancheng clearly know that this group of soldiers had completed the 'inheritance'. They are no longer the weak Yellow Turban sergeants at this moment, but the warriors of the Yellow Sky - the Yellow Turban Warriors!

"See Qu Shuai!"

After the initial sharp gaze flashed, the group of soldiers seemed to return to their own state, looking at each other, and after feeling the soaring energy in their bodies, they all bowed down to Zhang Mancheng happily. Although their strength was given by Huang Tian, they were still alone, and they knew how this qiē came about, so at this moment, they were even more loyal to Zhang Mancheng.

And Zhang Mancheng here, he doesn't care about the gratitude of these soldiers.

After respectfully putting down the arrow in his hand again, he picked up the last arrow on his right hand, and then raised it as hard as he could, and then pulled it down three more times.

"Huang Tian is above, disciple Zhang Mancheng thank you! If you don't succeed in this battle, you will die! ”

At this moment, Zhang Mancheng's eyes were revealed, coupled with that fierce momentum, it seemed to have the intention of piercing the sky.

After three more bows, he returned the last arrow to its place, his eyes swept over the Yellow Turban wrestlers who were still kneeling on one knee, and the corners of his mouth opened into a smile that he had not seen for almost half a month.

"Yellow Turban, win!" (To be continued.) )