Chapter 117: Pro-Battle

"Report~! General Qiyu! The officers and soldiers of Ximen also retreated, but the commander of the enemy army once again took his five generals out of battle, and it seemed that he was going to attack the city in person! The two of them were chatting with each other, and the herald outside ran in in a panic and reported. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The two of them looked out of the city together, and sure enough, they saw that Wang Ping was reorganizing the army and looked like he was going to fight in person, and it seemed that he was furious and took down the general who had just commanded the siege, and he also carried out the cane punishment on the spot. Zhang Jiao turned his head to look at the middle-aged generals when he saw them, his eyes were full of inquiry.

The middle-aged general here frowned and pondered for a while, and then said: "General, I think the news of the defeat of the two soldiers in the southeast has reached the ears of that thief, and at this time, his army's heart is shaken and he is unable to attack the city, and it is a critical moment. The thief is afraid that he has tasted the sweetness just now, and wants to take the lead again to boost his morale. ”

"Hehe, that little thief is whimsical." Zhang Jiao said with a sneer.

"Not bad! The thief was indeed whimsical. The middle-aged general smiled in agreement, and then said, "But this is a chance for us to revive our morale!" ”

"Oh? But you want me to send an elite to defeat him? Zhang Jiao asked with a smile.

"The general is half right, the last general is indeed like letting the general frustrate the other party, but not immediately." The middle-aged general said, and then did not sell the guanzi, and explained it in detail. "General, I think that although that kid's combat power is quite strong, he is at most in the middle of the general's Yellow Turban Force, but the number is not as good as the general's after all, so if you think that the general will win him, it is only between the backhand......"

"Hmph~, you value him too much, that kid's soldiers have obvious weaknesses, as long as he breaks his spears, swords, and shields, nothing else is to be afraid of." Zhang Jiao interrupted the middle-aged general's words and said disdainfully.

The middle-aged general was overjoyed when he heard this, and then said: "In this way, the enemy will only be broken today!" General, the young and vigorous thief made his soldiers complain when he first arrived, and now that the military order is not working, he is about to be defeated, if he can learn a lesson, there is still some hope for regrouping. He is stubborn and unconvinced, and wants to be a hero again, so it gives us the opportunity to defeat him in one fell swoop. The general only needs to let his Yellow Turban Lux wait for the rabbit near the city gate, and wait for the thief to come into the city and then give him a blow as a stick, and then close the door and beat the dog, the kid will definitely not be able to escape, as long as the kid is captured, the enemy army has no main general, and when the time comes, life and death will naturally be all in my thoughts. How can there be any reason to be invincible in this battle? ”

Zhang Jiao was overjoyed when he heard this, and turned his head to look at the officers and soldiers outside the city, his eyes emitted a light of hatred, but when he saw the young figure, he somehow had some worries. Although this worry suddenly disappeared as if it had been erased by something, it still aroused his alarm. Zhang Jiao frowned and pinched his fingers for a while, but the result he got made him happy and suspicious after all, it was obviously a good omen, but he never let go.

"What doubts does the general have?" Seeing this, the middle-aged general asked.

Zhang Jiao nodded, frowned and said: "You also know that we cultivators have some sense of good fortune, evil and good fortune, just now I clearly noticed the slightest bit of evil, but I couldn't find the source of the problem, so I hesitated." ”

The middle-aged general was stunned, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he frowned and pondered for a while before he spoke: "Don't worry, general, if you think about it, that kid can also do some Taoist skills, so it has aroused the general's vigilance, but seeing that kid is at most the age of a weak crown, no matter how strong the Dao magic power is, it will definitely be far less than the general, and the general doesn't have to worry so much." ”

Zhang Jiao listened to the other party's words, his brows calmed down, and there was a faint smug on his face.

Seeing this, the middle-aged general continued: "If the general still has doubts, it might as well be so, we just need to wait for that kid to lead the troops to kill the city wall, and then directly break him, which can also greatly damage the morale of the enemy. Moreover, in this way, the general only needs to allocate some troops from the other three gates to defend the west gate, so that the rear road is worry-free, so whether it succeeds or not, our army is a big victory. Not only defeated the officer and soldier, but also broke the rumor that the thief was the reincarnation of the immortal, and also increased the prestige of the general, and eliminated everyone's dissenting intentions. In the end, the middle-aged general bowed down and was full of earnestness.

"Horns, please get up!" Zhang Jiao said anxiously, stretched out his hand to help the other party get up, and said inexplicably with a touched face: "Niu Jiao treats me as a national soldier, how can I not know what to do?" But please rest assured, it is all according to the will of the horns, I Zhang Jiao is also your subordinate generals today, and the horns can be supported at will! ”

"Don't dare!" The middle-aged general bowed down again when he heard this.

The middle-aged general took the general's order and began to go to the front line to command the battle, first transferred 20% of the troops in the southeast and west, and then recruited 6,000 yellow turban wrestlers together. He also unified the 4,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers who remained at the West Gate, a total of more than 10,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers and 20,000 elite soldiers, all of whom were ambushed under the city, and then began to command the soldiers to fight actively.

Some Yellow Turban generals were not convinced, but they were directly reprimanded in public by Zhang Jiao, who was standing next to him, and then even ordered everyone to be obedient, helping the middle-aged general establish his prestige. Subsequently, the middle-aged generals commanded all the Yellow Turban troops to gather on the city wall to fight bravely, and their presence on the front line did give a great encouragement to the soldiers, not to mention that the combat effectiveness was doubled, but it was indeed much stronger than before.

But after Wang Ping rushed to the city wall like a phantom, all the Yellow Turban soldiers retreated again, and some of them knelt down and shouted for Thor to spare their lives. If it weren't for Zhang Jiao and the soldiers scolding him in the back, maybe everyone would have started to flee.

Wang Ping held a long sword in his hand, and transformed into several phantoms floating among the Yellow Turban Army, with bursts of blood, and emptied a large area of the city wall in a breath. Ling Bo Weibu is really an invincible killer in this chaotic army, there is no need to worry about internal strength, and there is almost nothing to hit him except for the map cannon, unless his physical strength is exhausted, no one can do anything at all.

Seeing Wang Ping so rampant, several Yellow Turban generals couldn't help but rush forward angrily to fight him, but as soon as their footsteps approached the other party, they fell down with their heads separated. Seeing this, the Yellow Turban Army was even more alarmed, almost no one dared to approach this young man in light clothes, and they felt trembling when they looked at it from a distance, and more people fell to the ground.