Jizhou, the front line of the Han army and the Yellow Turbans.

Lu Zhi looked at the information in his hand, his resolute face could no longer support it, and he only threw off his sleeve robe in anger, and the letter in his hand fell in response, and the bamboo slip hit the ground with a crisp sound, and it could be seen that the Han army Beizhong Lang was not calm in his heart at the moment.

"Kuang Fu Sheji... to the world..."

Lu Zhi was weak and sat on the top, looking confused.

Standing next to him, Liu Bei, who had an extraordinary appearance, was a little confused when he saw Lu Zhi's movements, so he took a few steps forward to pick up the bamboo slips on the ground and looked at them carefully.

After reading it, Liu Bei realized why his teacher showed such an expression.

The southern Yellow Turban battlefield has been completely retreated, if Lu Zhi does not lead the army to retreat, and wait until Bo Cai leads the Yingchuan Yellow Turban to the north and forms a siege with Ma Yuanyi, then Lu Zhi will only be defeated and go one way to greet him.

The battle situation has just improved, and he is about to advance all the way in a row, what Lu Zhi didn't expect was that there was such bad news from the rear, how could he be in a good mood!

"Teacher, retreat."

"Now that the rear has been routed on all fronts, the remaining military horses have all returned to Sili Luoyang and are stationed, if our army continues to attack here, it may be difficult to win!"

Lu Zhi raised his head and looked at this disciple who had defected, with a wry smile on his face.

Although what Liu Bei said was not polite, it was indeed the truth.

If you continue to stumble here, you will probably stay here forever.

Just when Lu Zhi was thinking and hesitating, a bright light flashed in the official seal standing on the case steps.

Seeing the great Han dragon aura circulating on this seal, Lu Zhi and Liu Bei hurriedly bowed.

The golden brilliance on the seal slowly condensed into a will, and fell in front of Lu Zhi, who raised his hands and took it, and carefully read it without missing a word.

After Lu Zhi finished reading it, the will of the golden light illusion gradually collapsed and turned into wisps of gold, flowing back to the seals.

"Alas... The general trend has gone, and there is nothing to be done! ”

"Xuande, you go and find the sect members and other generals, and we will immediately withdraw the troops and turn back!"

"No!"

Liu Bei bowed his hand, responded with his mouth, and then left the military tent and went to the camp of several important generals of the Han army, preparing to go and spread the news of Lu Zhi to everyone.

Seeing Liu Bei's distant figure, Lu Zhi gently scrubbed the official seal on the desk, and between his resolute eyebrows, he inadvertently revealed a touch of sadness.

......

"Hey, Brother Wang Quan, come on!"

Zhuge Qing had a hint of tiredness in his eyebrows, and threw the object in his hand at the white-clothed figure next to him.

"Smack!"

Wang Quan Baye noticed the movement behind him, and the palm of the royal sword that was originally wiping his hand rose upwards and took what Zhuge Qing threw over.

If you look closely, it is a pot of good wine.

"Haha, Brother Zhuge is interesting enough, the wine you brought here is really worthy of my appetite for royal hegemony!"

"I like to practice swords in my life, travel all over the world, and my second favorite thing is this sorrow-dissipating drink!"

Wang Quan's eyes lit up, and as soon as he opened the wine jug, a pure aroma of wine came out of this pot, with an intoxicating breath, and the fragrance floated for ten miles.

Hearing the words of the king's hegemony, Zhuge Qing smiled and did not answer.

Nonsense, this wine is heavily processed and filtered, and it must be a lot better than yours.

However, the intensity is estimated to be much stronger.

Zhuge Qing looked at the royal power and hegemony and sniffed slightly, then uncovered the mask, took a sip at the wine jug, and couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth.

I can't seem to see it, but I didn't expect it to be a drunkard.

You can drink it.

Just when Zhuge Qing was secretly slandering himself, the royal hegemony passed through the wine, and two strands of red slowly surfaced on his heroic face like a knife.

The swordsman, dressed in yellow and white robes, sat on the ground, holding a flask in one hand, and looked at the golden mask that had fallen from his face with a little drunkenness.

This is the first gift that Dongfang Huaizhu gave him before parting.

The king's hegemony is face blind.

Although his own aesthetic is very poor, he can clearly feel the amazing expression on his face when others see him wearing this new mask.

Zhuge Qing, after he got acquainted with it, asked him again and again why he didn't wear the funny mask he had before.

He can feel all kinds of situations clearly.

The gold edge on the right side of the mask is cold to the touch, and the workmanship is fine, and you can know at a glance that it is hard work.

At this time, the wind came, and the king overlord looked at the strands of hair blowing in front of him, and suddenly froze.

The world is emotional, but the autumn breeze blows the sideburns, and the heart is a little clear.

He... Miss her.

Seeing the supernatural hegemony of the king, Zhuge Qing smiled, and he didn't see it, stepped forward and wrapped his shoulders around the hegemony of the king, hooked his shoulders and said:

"Brother Baye, why did you start to be in a daze when you drank this wine?"

"Looking at your expression, aren't you thinking of something good?"

As the little prince of nightclubs, Zhuge Qing has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he can see at a glance what the royal hegemony is thinking now.

It's an old man.

"You guy, there's too much nonsense."

Wang Quan Hegemony came back to his senses, glanced at Zhuge Qing lightly, closed his eyes and said nothing, but the wine pot in his hand had been raised again.

"Come, have a drink with me!"

Looking at the wine handed over, Zhuge Qing smiled and did not shirk.

"Okay, then I'll accompany Brother Baye to get drunk and rest!"

So, the two of them began to push the cup and change the lamp here, and you sang and I appeared.

It wasn't until it was all alcohol that this drinking game could be regarded as embarrassing.

How long did the Han army and the Yellow Turban War fight, and how long they stayed in this army.

Everyone's strength has made a lot of progress.

At this moment, the Han army retreated, and the two were able to relax.

The royal hegemony just wants to sharpen himself and make his sword stronger! And Zhuge Qing has completely let go of the so-called Eight Wonder Skills.

Because he has seen a wider world!

Immortal martial arts, Taoist magic, under the contention of hundreds of schools, the way of cultivation from all walks of life reflects each other.

The frog sitting at the bottom of the well will never see how wonderful the outside world really is!

Zhuge Qing finally jumped out at this moment, after this experience, in his future practice, he dare not say that there are no obstacles, at least it can be called a smooth road.

When the two were drinking, outside the military tent, the army of soldiers and horses was billowing with smoke and dust, and the army led by Lu Zhi, the general of Beizhonglang, had retreated to Sili under the will of the Han Emperor and no longer continued to march to the Yellow Turban in Jizhou.

This contest between the Han and the Yellow Turban Army ended in the defeat of the Han Army.

If the soldiers and horses of the mortal realm fail to win, all that remains is the battle that really determines the outcome of the battle.

In Julu City, Zhang Jiao slowly stood up.

"Fellow Daoists, the time has come."

The eyes of the great sage and good teacher were bright, and what he was looking at from afar was the direction of the Imperial City of Luoyang.

"This time, I Taiping Dao brought a great victory and severely defeated the luck of the Han Dynasty."

"The time for victory has come."