Han, the first year of Zhongping, twenty miles outside the city of Yingchuan, on the ridge. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

More than 40,000 Han elites are all stationed here, swords and guns are lined up, from a distance, the pale and rugged mountains in winter seem to be covered with a torrent of steel, in the camp, every place is arranged in accordance with the law, the weather is strict, it is in such a good terrain, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty who patrol are still meticulously walking through the dense camp tents, there is no trace of impatience on the face of fortitude, the thick palm of the bone joints is covered with the long knife at the waist all the time, Ling Wei's momentum is looming, it seems that the long knife can be unsheathed in the next moment.

Although the rest of the soldiers could not practice the military formation here, they were not idle in useless things, or polished the blades in their hands, or wiped the armor that was already covered with battle marks, and prepared for a possible battle at any time, and in addition to the sound of footsteps, there was only the sound of numbing metal friction in the heart, and the heavy enough to suffocate the oppression shrouded here, like the sky about to fall! And in this oppression, there is a kind of precise and cold calmness, which is derived from the pride of the heart.

Different from the local defenders, they are the real elite of the Han Dynasty!

Tread, tread, tread...

The sound of hurried footsteps was actually quite subtle, but in this quiet and oppressive environment, it was very harsh, a lean soldier in battle armor rushed up from the bottom of the mountain, but did not cause a person to turn his head to look, still doing his own thing, the soldier did not pause, went straight to the outside of the big tent of the Chinese army, and sang in a low voice: "The last general has an urgent report of the general!" After receiving permission, he did not care about his appearance, and stepped straight into the camp tent.

The field march, naturally there will not be any extravagant ornaments, even if it is where the general of the Chinese army is, it is just a space that is still considered to be more spacious, the tent has a desk built-in, a person sits in front of the desk, the face is gentle, and the five long whiskers under the chin add a bit of elegance to it, if it is not for the fact that he is wearing a battle robe and cold armor, he will be recognized as a great Confucian in the court who is full of the way of the gentleman, this person is one of the main generals, the Han Zhonglang will Huangfu Song, a square, long in the art of war, the camp is settled, it is from his handwriting, at this time is bowing his head to the case, his eyes are staring at the Yingchuan topographic map covered on the table, and his heart has turned one strategy after another, ignoring the soldier who stepped in.

The soldier didn't have a trace of discoloration on his face, he just looked straight at the tall man standing on the side with his shoulders crossed, bowed deeply and replied in a low voice: "General, the scouts in front have come to report, and the Yellow Turban rebels occupying Yingchuan City have fled in a hurry for some reason!" The meaning contained in the deep voice made the tall man who was originally a little bored look revived, leaning on the standing figure and suddenly straightened up, walking towards the soldier with his head down, his body was draped in the continuous collision as he walked, making a solemn metal sound, and the tall body directly enveloped the lean man in the shadows, and the voice of slight excitement sounded in his ears.

"I asked you, is this information true? Did you really leave in a hurry?"

The heroic voice was like the low roar of a tiger, implying the excitement and killing intent of the imminent hunting, which made the soldier who came to report stiffen, his head lowered subconsciously, and replied respectfully: "General Hui, we can see it clearly, a middle-aged thief will lead the crowd to turn north at Yingchuan and go north to Jizhou!"

"Hahaha, well, well, he will be intimidated by the threat of our army, and you will follow a certain point of troops and horses to kill him by surprise!" In the midst of wild laughter, the tall man strode out, but an understated voice slowly sounded, making the bloodthirsty smile on his face instantly stiffen. The feet that were about to step out of the tent hung in the air, and they could not fall.

"Stop with Song, Zhu Jun. ”

The elegant middle-aged man who was originally buried in the case had raised his head at some point, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked lightly: "Song and ask you, what is the way to act recklessly without knowing the enemy's situation?"

The tall general's rough face was blue and white, his lips twitched, and he whispered back with some shame: "... Acting recklessly without knowing the enemy's situation is the way to die, and the army is overthrown and killed, all because of this... ”

"Hmph, it's good if you save it!" Hearing his companion's answer, Huangfu Song said lightly, but he shook his head slightly in his heart.

。。。 Zhu Jun is brave and brave in the army, but he doesn't understand the art of war, so although it is more than enough to be a general, it is difficult to take on a big responsibility after all...

。。。 However, the behavior of the Yellow Turban thieves is really strange, he also has tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, but he has never even had the heart of a war?

With a slight frown, Huangfu Song looked at the soldier who came to report and asked slowly, "Come here."

。。 I ask you, what happened when the thieves withdrew?

The soldier, who was a little puzzled by the actions of the two generals, frowned when he heard this, and after thinking seriously for a while, he shook his head and replied, "There has never been anything unusual... ”

The very affirmative tone made Emperor Fu Song's eyebrows furrow slightly, and secretly said in his heart that it was not really the yellow turban that was timid and had no intention of fighting, but at this moment, the second half of the sentence that the soldier had not finished slowly spit out, which made the elegant middle-aged body shake suddenly.

"But it seems that he took the people of the city with him... ”

At noon, inside the city of Yingchuan.

At this time, 40,000 elite Han Dynasty troops had been stationed in this city, and Zhonglang General Huangfu Song listened to the reports from all over the place with a gloomy face, his face became more and more pale, and finally he couldn't help but curse with hatred: "Thief, dare to bully me!"

"How can you get it, Yizhen? I will take back this city without much effort, why do you need to do this? This is also a great achievement!" Zhu Jun on the side saw that his companion, who had always been indifferent, was so out of shape, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he asked puzzledly.

"You, you, you... Alas~" Hearing Zhu Jun's words, Huangfu Song almost didn't catch his breath, and his slender fingers trembled and pointed at the tall military generals as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed weakly, stretched out his hand and pointed to Yingchuan, which was already an empty city, and explained with some bitterness: "The people have gone, what is the use of waiting for this city? But we have to occupy this city to prevent the thieves from returning, but if we occupy this city, it will be equivalent to holding us back. ”

"But don't forget, the thief army is more than that, Yingchuan all the way! It's a good plan, but I don't want the Yellow Turban Army to have such a good plan. ”

In the helpless bitter voice, Zhu Jun's face became more and more ugly, in any case, he was also a disciple of the general, at least the situation judgment was still there, how could he not see that they were put together by the enemy, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and kicked it a wooden barrel on the side of the road, and in the dull sound, the strong wooden barrel shattered instantly, and the viscous black liquid burst out everywhere, which also stuck Zhu Jun's body, making the latter's face more and more ugly, and he cursed in a low voice.

Some vulgar curses made Huangfu Song's brows furrow slightly, and he turned around in displeasure and did not want to talk to the former, and only then did he suddenly realize that the pungent viscous liquid was all over the countless houses and residences in the city, and a trace of inexplicable uneasiness appeared in his heart, but it was like a floating cloud that he could not grasp, and at this moment, the soldier's voice of surprise sounded in his ears.

“。。 Alas, it's strange, so much stone paint, is it because of the panic when leaving? But it shouldn't be so outrageous, such a quantity, I'm afraid it's enough to burn the entire Yingchuan. ”

“。。。 It's enough, and Yingchuan is burned. . . Muttering and repeating in his mouth, Huangfu Song's pupils contracted suddenly, and he didn't care about the appearance he had been paying attention to, and shouted loudly: "All the troops, withdraw! Withdraw from this city!"

Under the effect of the energy in his body, his hoarse shouts came out from afar, but before the Han army in the city could make any moves, another calm voice exploded in the distance like thunder, making Huangfu Song's anxious face stiffen for a moment.

"Huang Tian should stand!"

In the next moment, in the sound of breaking the sky like a torrential rain, the sky rockets shot straight into the city like rain, and immediately, the scorching color that was about to burn the world instantly occupied Huangfu Song's field of vision, and the silence in his eyes was burned out by the scorching red color in an instant!

In the distance, on the hill, Chen Fei, who was dressed in battle armor, slowly put down the simple longbow in his hand, and the bowstring on it was like a flying bird, and he couldn't stop singing.

(Thanks to the sword man for the tip, thank you~)