Chapter 220: Heroic Chicken Fillet

The oblique moon hangs high, the dark blue sky is cloudless, but it is strange that there are no stars, only a round of lonely moon is miserable and faint hanging in the middle of the sky, there is no wisp of clouds involved, there is no dense embellishment of stars, that round of lonely moon, as if trying to imitate the great day of the day, but there is no majestic majesty and warmth at all, the cold and clear white light is draped outside the lifeless city, and the blood of the armor makes this land silent!

On this night in June of the year of Jiazi, the moon was still as bright and cold as ever, and the frost that was sprinkled on the ground made everyone feel a little chilly, on this night that was no different from other times, a news that shocked the entire Yangcheng spread all over the city's yellow turbans, and they knew a shocking news, one of their generous legions: the Yellow Turbans of Montenegro, were attacked by the army led by Huangfu Song by Zuo Zhonglang and the wilderness, tens of thousands of yellow turbans, all of them died in battle, and Zhang Feiyan, the commander of the Black Mountain Canal, descended! And now there is a Han army in the Luoyang court with the name of 'After King Jing of Zhongshan' is rushing to Yangcheng. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。

Suddenly, the whole army was in an uproar!

The entire Yangcheng is in turmoil, and the Yellow Turban army is anxiously waiting for new news, you must know that it is the Black Mountain Yellow Turban, which is so far, except for the Julu Yellow Turban Headquarters, the only Yellow Turban that has defeated the Han army on the frontal battlefield, and the whole army was wiped out so abruptly? Not to mention that the terrifying 'Queen of Zhongshan Jingwang' is coming soon... This news greatly shook the military heart of the Yellow Turban Army in Yangcheng, the four generous and 100,000 defeated troops formed by the Qu Shuai of the Qu Gang here, the people were panicked for a while, and even at the moment when the news came out, there were deserters who tried to take advantage of the darkness to get out of the city, as if the next moment the gate of Yangcheng was about to be opened, and the officers and soldiers with big knives were about to rush in and cut off the heads of their farmers one by one!

After the news was quickly transmitted to the ears of several Qu Shuai, Zhang Bao reacted almost immediately, when the Yellow Turban Army had obvious precursors of bombing the camp, almost in the surging of the Digong General, even if it was far away, he could still feel the kind of mountain-like thick and reliable mana under the urging of the sonic boom in all directions, and the huge sound was transmitted to every corner of Yangcheng, every house full of uneasy Yellow Turban Army, and every street full of trembling Yellow Turban Army who were frightened by the massacre 10 days ago. They quickly fell silent.

"There are warriors in Montenegro, their names are chicken fillets, they are heroes, their people are strong, their momentum is like scorching flames, they are dressed in platinum, they hold red crystal vessels, they taste the death battle in the night of Montenegro's death, with one enemy and ten thousand, refining thousands of troops。。。。。"

Zhang Bao's voice containing mysterious power was like a shot of heart in the near death, which made the Yellow Turban Army on the verge of bombing the camp quickly quiet, and completely understood the words in Zhang Bao's voice that were originally obscure to them.

The grand voice was dozens of miles away, and it was still very clear that one of the people who had just arrived here, and was now sitting in the big tent, his face was hidden behind the firelight, he was wearing a robe, and he was wearing two Qingfeng long swords at his waist, and he was in the ears of the person with his combat boots, and after the firelight, a dark face with a black robe, almost hidden in the darkness, was walking silently with a green-robed man who didn't know whether it was a firelight or a naturally red face, and three long whiskers under his chin, and the three of them froze together when Zhang Bao's voice came, Immediately, he led his horse again in Zhang Bao's voice, and moved forward silently, and the red dragon composed of long torches behind them also followed silently, and after a long time, the man in front asked gently.

"Second brother, third brother, I don't know the name of this 'Hero Chicken Fillet', have you heard of it?" This voice is extremely warm, like a warm winter sun, and the unreserved trust and respect in it are like a spring breeze.

"Hmph, no!" The red-faced man snorted coldly with disdain, stroking his long beard, his voice was sonorous, and there was a faint arrogance.

"If this guy really boasted like this, the Yellow Turban Thief would have hit Luoyang a long time ago and drove down the little emperor... The sound was so loud that the eardrums of the two people next to Zhen were buzzing.

"Third brother, be cautious!"

"Oh." The half-tower-like man answered honestly.

Zhang Bao's voice still came, and the yellow scarves in Yangcheng were quickly appeased.

After a long time, Zhang Bao's voice gradually deepened, and gradually disappeared into the night, standing on the top of the highest restaurant in Yangcheng, Zhang Bao wiped the hot sweat on his head, and the cold wind poured into the collar, blowing his wet heart for a burst of joyful coolness. Sitting on the roof of the building, tearing open the packaging box in his hand, pouring a few mouthfuls of yogurt, moistening his throat that was almost torn open, choking and coughing a few times, he quickly glanced at the dark corner of the city, pinched his thighs tightly, and showed a touch of hatred in his eyes.

(The people of the Republic clan are serious。。。。。 Hey, it's a pity for the chicken fillet。。。。。 ）

Yangcheng under the dark night, after Zhang Bao's appeasement, the 100,000 yellow scarves gradually quieted down, after all, the black mountain yellow scarves still pulled the officers and soldiers to accompany the funeral, or the chicken fillet that 'is scorching' is a pity, if he is in Yangcheng, and the general of the Digong, Qu Shuai and those few people who are republicans, it is not a problem to break the Han army outside the city.

On the other side, in Zhu Jun's camp, Zhu Jun with a gloomy face stood in the big tent, looking at the few generals who came in front of him, thinking about the sound that Zhang Bao had just heard from miles away, and his fists were clenched.

Glancing at Huangfu Song, who had a bitter face, Zhu Jun finally spoke up.

"Zuo Zhonglang, is that the chicken fillet really like this?"

"Alas。。。。。 My generation does not say that he is an official in the same dynasty, but only talks about the death of tens of thousands of Jiashi and Bogui and Yuancai on the left road, how can they deceive each other with this. Huangfu Song sighed, thinking of the man who roared at Gongsun Zhan's blood-stained lance, and his voice was mixed with strong hatred and heartfelt admiration.

"I really can't believe that human beings can be like this, as for Bogui, I have also studied in the school, and I can't believe that under the death of three thousand white horses, Bogui still has the blessing of the military soul and bravery, but everything is conclusive。。。。。" Zhu Jun squinted, unable to tell what he felt in his heart.

On the one hand, I really can't believe that what chicken willow can have such exaggerated combat effectiveness, as one of the top generals of the Han Court, with one enemy of ten thousand, it is simple to say, but the difficulty is comparable to ascending to the sky, that is, it is extremely difficult to fight with one enemy thousand, if it is elite, let alone one enemy thousand, under the leadership of an excellent commander, 500 soldiers can die with a senior general, that chicken willow can fight tens of thousands, not to mention that there are Huang Zhong's ironclad heavy soldiers, Qin crossbow brigade, Gongsun Zhan's white horse righteous servant, Even Huangfu Song's personal guards are not easy to get along with.

But on the other hand, he also knows that Huangfu Song, Huang Zhong, Dong Zhuo are all arrogant, not to mention that they are here to join forces to deceive themselves with this kind of thing, including himself, telling a lie is like asking for his life...

Looking at Zhu Jun's tightly frowning brows, several people also smiled bitterly, Dong Zhuo's fat body shook again and again, the tyrannical aura on his face flashed, and he stood up after enduring it a few times.

"Zhong Ying fought with that chicken willow today, she was seriously injured and quite tired, and since she had seen Youzhonglang, she went to heal her injuries first." After that, he nodded to a few people, lifted the tabernacle, and staggered out.

Glancing at the place where Dong Zhuo was kneeling just now, Zhu Jun rubbed his eyebrows, and was about to say something, when the information presented by a herald who hurriedly ran in made Zhu Jun raise his eyebrows, look at it several times, an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of his mouth, looked up at Huangfu Song, and asked loudly.

"Zuo Zhonglang, that chicken fillet was injured by a stranger next to Zhang Bao, and finally fought to the death with you?"

Huangfu Song was stunned for a moment, glanced at Huang Zhong beside him, and put his eyes on the information handed over by Zhu Jun.

"Yes, if it weren't for those strangers who suddenly rebelled at noon, I'm afraid this chicken fillet would have entered Yangcheng with Zhang Bao!"

"Huh... Zhu Jun laughed a few times meaninglessly, the information in his hand was turned into ashes and dissipated, and together with the two generals beside him, he set his eyes on the west, and through the handsome account, he seemed to see the light of the torch that was clearly extinguished a few miles away in the dark and dreary.

There! It's Yangcheng!

"What does this man who tells the 'truth' want to do?" A low murmur echoed in the handsome account.

On the other side of Yangcheng, a figure that had just entered the radiation range of Yangcheng sat quietly on a stone, facing east, closing his eyes, quietly waiting for the sun to rise, and the white navy on his back slowly fluttered in the night wind, like a demon wearing a white yin ghost!