In Nanyang County, it was late at night.

Outside the city, crows cried atop dead trees and hissed in bursts of unpleasant noise.

Nanyang, the place where Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty prospered.

At that time, there were 28 generals of Yuntai who made great contributions to the Han Dynasty, and 11 of them were born here.

At this time, when night fell, Chu Gong, the Shou of Nanyang County, was still watching official documents in Wancheng and observing the movements of the Yellow Turbans in various places, and he knew nothing about the impending crisis.

"Plop, flutter~~"

The crow sensed movement in the darkness in the distance, stirred up its black wings, and flew off into the distance with a croak, leaving a few strands of feathers to slowly descend to the ground.

A tall figure wearing a yellow scarf stepped on the fallen wings, his eyes narrowed, and he looked vigilantly at the situation of the defenders of Wancheng.

And behind this figure is the dense Yellow Turban Army wearing yellow scarves all over the mountains.

"Brother Zhao, how is the situation!"

Although the person who spoke out was the same as the people around him, he was wearing a yellow scarf, but the Qu Shuai clothes he was wearing showed that this person's identity was extraordinary.

"Zhang Qushuai!"

The leader of the Yellow Turban, who was investigating the enemy's situation in front, turned his head, looked at this heroic young general, and hurriedly walked over and arched his hand.

"Brother Zhao doesn't need to be polite, have you ever seen how the defenders of Nanyang Wancheng are?"

At this time, Zhang Mancheng and Zhao Hong's Yellow Turban troops were more than ten miles away from Wancheng.

It's not that they don't want to continue to get closer, but if they step forward again, it is very likely to be detected by the protective formation of the Wancheng defenders.

Each city in the Han Dynasty has its own defense mechanism to a greater or lesser extent, so it is better to be cautious until the situation is unclear.

"I have used a spell to probe just now, and at this moment, on the inside of the city wall of Wancheng, the qi and blood are rolling, and there are soldiers with martial arts cultivation, probably in the hundreds, and so on, and the defenders are about three thousand."

Zhao Hong pondered for a moment, combined with the scene he had just detected, and slowly said a number to Zhang Mancheng.

After Zhang Mancheng heard this, Junxiu's face showed surprise, and then nodded.

"It's about the same as Ben Shuai had speculated before."

"Presumably, Nanyang County guards Chu Gong, and I never thought that my Taiping Dao would be so decisive and take Nanyang Wancheng directly."

A smile appeared on Zhang Mancheng's white face, this somewhat elegant man, his expression was full of confidence.

"We're going to have to speed up."

Zhao Hong heard Zhang Mancheng's words, and after echoing it, he followed up and put forward his opinion.

"Now the Han court has reacted, the troops are sent in three ways, Lu Zhi goes north to lead the elite to attack Julu, and Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun command the army to attack Yingchuan, and the war is about to begin."

"At this moment, Yingchuan Bo is handsome, and he must be under great pressure."

"We will conquer Wancheng, if it is done, we will definitely be able to attract some of the Han army, so that we can help the Yellow Turban colleagues in the eastern Yingchuan area share some of the pressure."

"It's also a great help for the battle situation."

Hearing Zhao Hong's eloquent talk and the words he kept saying, Zhang Mancheng thought so.

"Brother Zhao is right, I'm going to speed up."

"Wancheng must be taken today, and then the soldiers will be swift and take the entire territory of Nanyang!"

"As long as our Yellow Turban Rebels are vigorous, we will definitely be able to destroy this rotten Han Dynasty!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

The more Zhang Mancheng spoke, the more excited he became, and with the declaration of the Yellow Turban Uprising, this white-faced Qu Shuai stood in the air as soon as he stepped on it.

I saw that his yellow scarf sleeve robe was raised, and countless tiny soybean grains continued to shake out of the sleeve robe with his movements, and fell to the ground.

Every soybean falling into the ground, it will flash an earthy yellow light, and the brilliance will continue to flow with Zhang Mancheng's mana, becoming bigger and bigger, and after a while, it will turn into a yellow turban wrestler with a height of nine feet, wearing a yellow scarf on his head, and his muscles are strong!

Yellow Turban Taoism, Taiping Technique: Scattering Beans into Soldiers!

Each of these Yellow Turban wrestlers has the top cultivation of the second order of martial arts, and in his arms, he can bear thousands of catties of gravity!

And at this moment, there are thousands of Yellow Turban wrestlers in front of Zhang Mancheng!

Zhang Mancheng's Dao cultivation is only fourth-order, and there is still a distance from the fifth-order Yang God incarnation.

If it was his teacher, the great sage and good teacher Zhang Jiao, who used to scatter beans into soldiers, the Yellow Turban wrestlers summoned were all fourth-order powers, and every Yellow Turban wrestler could be comparable to him Zhang Man!

It's a pity that the fourth order is the limit of the Yellow Turban Lux.

Fifth-order cultivation, whether it is martial arts or immortal paths, all need to involve divine soul cultivation.

These unsane Yellow Turban wrestlers have already come to an end when they reach the fourth order.

But even so, the Yellow Turban Lux is also the most ferocious killing machine on the battlefield!

Not afraid of life and death, forge ahead!

Thousands of yellow turban wrestlers are neatly arranged, turned into a military formation, and one stand forward can make people tremble.

Not to mention coming forward to face the enemy!

"Roar!"

These summoned yellow turban wrestlers with bare arms, yellow scarves on their heads, and brass-colored complexions roared up to the sky to show their presence.

These thousands of voices that resounded through the sky gathered together and spread to Wancheng, which was more than ten miles away, and they were all clear and audible.

The soldiers hurried up the walls and looked into the distance, trying to know what was happening.

Seeing that the time had come, Zhang Mancheng took out the long sword of Qu Shuai at his waist and pointed at Wancheng not far away.

The blade of the sword revealed a cold light, Zhang Mancheng took a deep breath, and then gave an order:

"Yellow Turban Department, listen to orders!"

"Pull out your weapons, line up your army, and wait until the Yellow Turban Lux rushes forward, follow closely behind, and break the city and capture the enemy!"

"Remember, after entering the city, you must not do anything wrong!"

"Violators... Chop! ”

With a flash of coldness, the white-faced Qu Shuai tilted the long sword in his hand downward, and then a brilliant sword light slashed straight down, splitting a stout ancient tree in an instant, turning it in half!

"Kill!"

Seeing the Yellow Turban Lux charge, these Yellow Turban Army, under the leadership of Zhang Mancheng, brazenly launched a fierce attack on Wancheng, which was more than ten miles away!

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

And at this moment, Chu Gong, who was located in the center of Wancheng, suddenly raised his head!

I saw that this majestic Taishou, who had passed middle age and had a few short beards on his chin, lifted the sword that was set aside, rushed out of the door with a flash, and rushed to the city wall without the slightest pause!

With the earth-shattering sound just now, if Chu Gong hadn't reacted yet, he would be stupid!

Lord Taishou prayed silently as he ran.

He wished that there would be fewer of these enemies.

Otherwise, with only one Confucian scholar and three thousand soldiers defending the city, how could he be able to block the edge of the Yellow Turban!

Unfortunately, his hopes were doomed.

With a loud roar, Chu Gong's expression was full of despair.

City... Broken.

"I am one of the thirty-six square Qu Shuai of the Yellow Turban, the true biography of the great virtuous and good teacher, Zhang Mancheng!"

"Wancheng has been broken by our department, you can put down your resistance and avoid death!"

"Huang Tian should stand!"

Not far away, a young man dressed in Qu Shuai's costume raised the long sword in his hand, stood in the void and shouted coldly to the soldiers below!

"Bang!"

Unconsciously, the long sword in Chu Gong's hand had fallen to the ground.

Taishou, who has been honed for half his life in this officialdom, has lost all thoughts at this moment.

"Nanyang, it's over..."

Chu Gong's divine light was scattered, and he trembled and picked up the long sword in his hand, looking sad and indignant.

"Your Majesty, I am ashamed of my big man, and I am ashamed of Nanyang!"

After standing up straight, Chu Gong raised the sword in his hand, tried all his strength, and stepped forward, the target was the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai, Zhang Mancheng!

"I, Chu Gong, am ashamed of the Han world, what shame do I have to abandon the city and leave!"

"Dog thief! Come on! ”

Disheveled, the disheveled Nanyang guarded Chu Gong, carrying a sense of resentment, drew out a sword light, and rushed to the sky!

Zhang Mancheng is holding his hands behind his back, looking at this prestigious Nanyang Wancheng.

Just when his heart was settled, he saw a sword light rushing towards him without reservation!

With his eyebrows furrowed slightly, Zhang Mancheng looked at the flashing light of the sword not far away, and thought to himself in his heart:

"Confucian practitioners? It should be Nanyang Taishou Chu Gong. ”

"It's just that the cultivation is weak."

Nanyang Qu Shuai Zhang Mancheng stretched out his palm, and the clear light appeared in his palm.

"Such a person is not a landlord."

"It's a pity, after all, it's the mantis arm as a car, and I can't measure myself."

Silently reciting in his heart, the spells on the Taiping Qingling Sutra gradually attracted.

The clear light rose from his palm, penetrated through the sky, and directly penetrated Chu Gong not far away, and the sword light shattered.

With a plop, Nanyang Taishou Chu Gong fell to the ground, a big hole appeared in his chest, and his breath was gone.

Zhang Mancheng landed on the surface, looked at this dead guard, and closed his eyes.

For the sake of the Taiping Dao philosophy, he had to do it.

And on this path to achieving ideals, there will always be people who sacrifice.

Enemies, brothers, fellow disciples, even himself!

"Just for... The world is peaceful! ”

He still has a long way to go!

Zhang Mancheng's fists slowly clenched, his mind became firm again, his body shifted, and he walked towards the Yellow Turban army on the edge of the city wall.

Before dawn, he must let Wancheng enter the control of Taiping Dao!