The bricks on the walls of Beihai City are black and broken, which are the traces left by the smoke of war.

The Han military flag fluttered on the city gate tower, and the hunting sounded with the wind.

In the open space in front of the city, beside Zhang Niujiao, the Yellow Turban Army carried the package and left.

Zhang Niujiao knew that he had lost for a while.

After three days of fierce attack, Zhang Niujiao did not capture Beihai, so he had to stay in Guan Hai and Bu Ji to lead 20,000 yellow turbans to besiege Beihai, and led 30,000 yellow turbans to Dongjun to gather righteous sages and good teachers.

There was no answer to the battle situation in other states and counties for the time being, but Zhang Niujiao had a vague feeling in his heart that the invincible Yellow Turban was defeated in his own hands and in the hands of the commander who had never shown up in Beihai.

Drive away the weak soldiers, and resist the strong soldiers.

That's definitely not Kong Rong, Kong Rong has a reputation and prestige, and he is not good at military affairs.

The one who defeated himself was a faceless master of the art of war, good at military strategy, and he couldn't defeat him even if he used his own magic.

How frustrating and exhilarating it is!

Zhang Niujiao has loss, expectation, self-blame, and pride in his heart.

He lost, it doesn't matter, he is just an insignificant part of the Taiping Dao, above him, there are also benevolent and righteous sages and good teachers!

The great sages and mentors will surely lead us to the final victory and create a new dynasty of good and peace.

Goodbye Gyeonggi, nameless commander!

Zhang Niujiao is looking forward to the arrival of this commander, he is looking forward to this commander, how to face the attack of the main force of the Yellow Turbans, the great virtuous and good teacher Tiangong General Zhang Jiao, the Earth Gong General Zhang Bao, and the Rengong General Zhang Liang, they are powerful warlocks who have been recognized by the Book of Heaven!

Come, nameless commander, I want you to know that the will of the Yellow Turban will not be compromised by a single defeat.

The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!

Zhang Niujiao's defeat seemed to become a signal.

Hidden in the Yellow Turban Army, Taiping Dao believers have surfaced.

......

The battlefield of Guangzong was fought for days.

The Han army was in a tight formation, and although the soldiers were not as brave as the Yellow Turban Thieves, their armor and training far exceeded the Yellow Turbans who rebelled hastily, so in the battlefield, the Han Army with a strict lineup easily suppressed the loose Yellow Turban Thieves and gained the upper hand.

Bei Zhonglang put Lu Zhi on the battle platform, stroked his long hair with his hand, and smiled to himself: "A thief, always a thief, can't become a big climate." ”

"Lei Gong help me!"

A thunderbolt on a sunny day, thunder and lightning like a pillar, as thick as a tree, instantly bombarded a general.

A charred pit was left in place, emitting black smoke, and the remnants of the arc were constantly jumping.

"Damn, Zhang Jiao's demon magic will damage my general. Lu Zhi's eyes widened, and he blew his beard in anger.

The generals under the tent were killed, and the momentum of the Han army decreased sharply.

Zhang Jiao has a clear appearance, tall and thin, snow-white beard, cool demeanor, clear and clear, wearing a black and white robe, wearing a yellow scarf, and has a true appearance.

But when he saw Zhang Jiao's thunder and lightning, he was shocked by the battlefield and raised his arms and shouted.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

Under the spread of the spell, the voice resounded throughout the Guangzong, and the morale of the Yellow Turbans soared.

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

With fanatical faith and conviction, the Yellow Turbans frantically attacked the formation of the Han army.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

Lu Zhi was no longer calm, hurriedly got off the battlefield, turned on his horse, and fled with the rear army.

Guangzong, decided by the first battle, the yellow turban, victory.

......

The battlefield of the long shrine is heavy at night.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song secretly discussed.

"Although there are many thieves, why don't they know the number of days, they camp according to the grass, and they should be broken with fire. ”

"Good. ”

At midnight, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song each led an army and sneaked out of the Changshe, intending to set fire to the thieves.

Who expected that Bocai had already calculated that the Han army wanted to attack with fire, so he sent out six yellow turbans early, four of which were ambushed outside the Changshe, and the rain fell to attack the city, and two of them were ambushed on both sides of the camp, and the soldiers came to attack.

He dug earthwork in the camp again, ambushed the elite soldiers, and waited for Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song to lead the army to kill, and attacked from three sides.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song were ambushed, and the Han army panicked and ran around, and people set fire to the camp, wanting to die together.

There was no moon in the dark night, only the firelight jumped, and in the depths of the camp, Bo Cai looked at the camp that was burning everywhere, not in a hurry, and looked at the two people on his side.

"Bai Tai, Zhenming, please. ”

Guo Baitai nodded, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, and reciting words.

Wei Zhenming raised his hand awkwardly, saw that Guo Baitai was already chanting a mantra, and hurriedly recited the mantra.

"The sky is cloudy and sunny, the law is organized, the dragon is hidden in the clouds, the manna is falling, and the rain is coming!"

"With the oath of water, in your name, with my body, the water cloud spell. ”

The two worked together to get twice the result with half the effort, and there was a thunderclap in the night sky and a strong wind.

Before the flames could catch the wind, a heavy rain suddenly fell and extinguished the flames.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song's faces were like ashes, leading the remnants of the soldiers to break through the siege, and went to the Changshe first, and was surprised to find that the Changshe had already changed its flag and led the troops to Zhongmu, and Bo Cai led the people to chase and kill, and suffered heavy casualties.

Suddenly, there was a burst of artillery fire, and an army came out from the side, red robes and red armor, blocking the way.

The leader is a strong general, seven feet long, thin eyes and long hair, with a heroic posture, a blue steel long sword, resisting the blade of Bocai, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.

The black dragon roared, and the shadow of the martial soul appeared.

Bocai's pupils shrank, and his voice was solemn: "Who are you?"

"The captain of the Han Dynasty, Cao Mengde of the county is also. ”

Bo Cai frowned and glanced at the aura that faintly surrounded Cao Cao, and was a little surprised in his heart.

Black Dragon?

It turned out to be the breath of a dragon, which is interesting.

Bocai also has a martial soul, and if he uses it, he may not be able to defeat Cao Cao.

Bo Cai glanced at Cao Cao deeply, put away his broadsword, and made way for a way.

"That's it, you go. ”

Cao Cao was surprised, but since Bocai let himself go, if he didn't go, wouldn't he lose his life in vain.

With a slight hand, Cao Cao rode away.

There was a general next to him who didn't know and said: "Dashuai, why did you let this person go." ”

Bo Cai's eyes were solemn: "After this entanglement, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song have already fled away, and it is useless to kill a captain, it is better to leave it for the future, and cause chaos and violence." ”

Hmph, black dragon.

The long society, down overnight, the yellow scarf, wins.

......

Nanyang battlefield, Wancheng.

The sound of killing was in the sky, flying arrows were shot indiscriminately, boulders were in the sky, gunpowder smoke was filled, and the beacon fire was endless.

Zhang Mancheng wore armor and carried the flag, took the lead, was not afraid of arrows and stones, fought before death, and killed several generals in a row against the magic gain of the warlock, and the morale of the Nanyang army was sharply reduced.

Just when the Yellow Turban was about to kill the city wall, a general came out at the right time, with a dignified face, wearing a red curtain, green eyes, and holding a pine pattern ancient ingot knife, killing dozens of Yellow Turban thieves in a row, driving the Yellow Turban thieves off the city wall, and temporarily protecting Wancheng.

"I am Sun Wentai of Wu County, who dares to fight with me. ”

A tiger roared, sharp, majestic, tyrannical... It pierces deeply into people's hearts and makes people feel terrible.

is also a family of military generals, Sun Jian is different from the lazy Cao Cao, who has long been proficient in family martial arts, promoted to a super-first-class martial artist, and is only one big victory away from 10,000 enemies.

"Is that you?"

Sun Jian stepped on the city wall, his eyes were like electricity, sharp and frightening, staring at Zhang Mancheng under the city wall, his voice was like iron, powerful and powerful.

Zhang Mancheng's breath surged in his body, and then a mountain pike came out in the wind, with a leopard's head and a tiger's body, stepping on auspicious clouds, and his voice was like a lynx.

"Even a first-class martial artist dares to make trouble!"

Sun Jian laughed heroically, jumped down, the eight-zhang high city wall was like walking on the ground, and his feet stomped on a rushing car heading for the city gate, and his body stood still.

Zhang Mancheng was terrified in his heart, but what he was afraid of was not Sun Jian's commander, but his force.

"Force, but a martial artist. ”

Zhang Mancheng sneered, waved his hand, and thousands of Yellow Turban wrestlers appeared from the Yellow Turban Stroke.

Zhang Mancheng, the commander of the entire Jingzhou Yellow Turban, showed a trace of regret on his face: "It's a pity, I wanted to quietly attack and kill for a while and seize the city wall, but I didn't expect you to be a reckless man, but the ending will not change because of this, Yellow Turban Lux, kill me!"

The burly Yellow Turban Lux is like a mad cow, extremely fast, chasing the galloping horse, clumsy with fists and feet, but powerful and heavy, and can knock the armored soldier through with any punch.

No matter how strong Sun Jian's force is, he is only one person, and he can block more than a dozen people, and how many can he block.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Lux was about to rush to the city wall, suddenly there was a panic from the city gatehouse.

A human head was thrown from the tower.

Wancheng guards the head of the money!

On the tower of the city, a figure slowly disappeared under the fearful gaze of many Han soldiers, hiding his merit and fame.

Wancheng was lost, Sun Jian led the remnants of the army to seize the road, Zhang Mancheng did not want to add casualties in vain, and let the Jiangdong Tigers leave.

Wancheng, a battle, yellow turban, victory.

......

There are 36 square Daqu Shuai, that is, 36 warlocks, 72 Fang Xiaoqu Shuai, and 72 close to first-class to super-first-class martial artists.

The lineup is so strong, how can it fail, once dispatched, the Han army retreated in defeat after defeat, and the Han Kingdom Zuo reached the dangerous juncture of withering wind and rain.

The emperor issued several edicts and ordered the Quartet to raise troops and serve the king.

The first road and the state assassin Ding Jianyang, led 30,000 and the state iron horse out of the Kei Pass.

The second road Jizhou assassin Han Fu led 20,000 troops to Muye.

Wang Rui, the third Jingzhou assassin, led 15,000 remnants to cross the Kun Pass.

The fourth road Yuzhou assassin Shi Kong Ling, led 20,000 troops to Xuanyuan Mountain, avoided the Nanyang Yellow Turban, and went to the Tiger Prison Pass.

The fifth road Xiliang guarded Ma Teng and led Xiliang Tie to ride from Chang'an.

The sixth road should be edicted to the Han Dynasty to guard Liu Yan too much, but it should not be, and the five-meter Taoist cult in the Han Dynasty is in chaos, cooking oil with fire, and self-protection is insufficient.

The rest of the states are either far away, or they have fallen into the hands of thieves early, and there are no soldiers to come out of the territory of the Han Dynasty, which makes people laugh and cry.

The emperor also took his foreign relative He Jin as the general, and the governor of the five routes of soldiers and horses, commanded the left and right Yulin Army, guarded Jinggi, and transferred troops to the eight passes outside Luoyang in the starry night, and the most important thing was in the Tiger Pass.

This was a turbulent era of the late Han Dynasty princes, where the heroes were divided and there were constant disputes, thieves and bandits were breeding, ambition ignited the flames of war, everyone was in danger, and the land was full of gunsmoke.

For the ideal, for the loyalty, for the people... Countless people held high the banner and shouted their indignation to the troubled times.

Righteous wars, alliances, vertical and horizontal, discord... The beacon fire never stops.

In just 100 years, the population of the Central Plains has dropped from 60 million to 8 million.

Historical records: "There is no one in ten people", which is shocking in the entire history of China.

Countless people were buried in the soldiers, and they became a barrier for the superiors to carry the position.

On May 27, the yellow scarves from all directions gathered in the Tiger Prison Pass, and the camp stretched for 70 miles, and the momentum was terrifying.

The princes of the Five Roads rushed to the Tiger Prison to defend Gyeonggi.

The banner of the Tiger Prison is strict, and the princes of Ding Jianyang and Ma Teng are in front of the Zhai Pass, forming a corner trend, and Han Fu, Wang Rui, and Kong Lingtun are in the middle of the pass, increasing the strength of the Tiger Prison Pass.

The air was filled with the smell of slaughter, and the warhorses that had been in battle for a long time roared in a low voice.

The final war is on the verge of breaking out.