The remnant sun is like blood, staining the heavens and the earth red.

The Han army is in full swing, chasing and killing the Yellow Turban Army all over the mountains, every time the Han army takes a step forward, the ground under their feet is dyed red, and then the direct formation is scattered, only to be fast, greedy for merit, chased into the bushes.

Chasing through the woods, a group of Yellow Turban troops were forming a team in the open field, a general, holding a machete, riding a horse, running and shouting, and the defeated Yellow Turban Army quickly gathered.

That's right, this is Qu Shuai Bocai, who commanded the 100,000 Yellow Turban Army to besiege the Han army, this person is brave and strategic, seeing the three brothers of the Zhang family holding high the banner of righteousness and calling the king the prince, Bocai also led a group of refugees to pull up the team. Because the drought came, everyone had no food, no way out, and they were all dying, so it was better to take revenge on the corrupt officials, so countless refugees joined their ranks, like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger. If you want to be an official, the murderous arson will be recruited, maybe the court can appease them like Xiqiang, and you will have an official and a half-position, and you may be able to seal your wife and son.

Bocai is also very helpless, there are not many good hands under his hands who can fight and kill, all of them are refugees, they are invincible in the battle with the wind, and it is difficult to clean up the headwind, and now he is reorganizing the army and making the last fight, although most of the men and horses have dispersed.

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

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

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

Bocai's rectification rekindled the fighting spirit of the rebellious army, and all the believers waved their weapons and raised their arms and shouted, their eyes were red, if God didn't let them live, they would fight to the sky and break through the day.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs! Tiger, kill—"

At the foot of the mountain, a team of cavalry, only three hundred horsemen, but there is a landslide and the ground cracks the momentum, the first member of the tiger general, wearing a winged helmet, a beast swallowing gold armor, a tiger stripe blood robe on the shoulder, a red horse under the crotch, the first to charge into battle, is the head of the thirteen Taibao Huangfu Biao.

It was too late, but it was fast, and the whole team of tiger horses poured out, like a long knife out of the sheath, and in a blink of an eye, it pierced the edge into the array of the Yellow Turban Army, cutting the army into two pieces from back to front.

As soon as the horses were closed, the spear opened the big sword, Huangfu Biao pulled out the blood-drinking sword from his waist, and instantly cut off Bocai's head, the horse was as fast as the wind, and he ran out to see Bocai's headless body falling, and the blood was gushing.

"Kill—"

Cao Cao led the army from behind, and Huang Fu Song's tent general Li Yan and Zhu Jun's tent Sun Jian surrounded the scattered Yellow Turban Army, killing and killing, the remnant sun was dyeing the red sky, and the Han army was dyeing the red land, this bloodthirsty impulse filled the heaven and earth, like a large-scale sacrifice, with a river of blood in exchange for a heavy rain.

Huangfu Biao did not delay, took Bocai's head and led the thirteen Taibao back to the army, without saying a word, his eyes did not tremble, and the entire tiger horse was silent, as if he shot a hare back to the camp.

"Father, Bocai's head is here" Huangfu Biao dismounted, went straight to the city with the thirteen Taibao, said on one knee, and put the head in front.

"My son bravely crowned the three armies, worthy of praise, and will be rewarded for meritorious deeds after the war-"

"Thanks to the help of the brothers, the tiger rider is indispensable, and Biao doesn't dare to be greedy for merit-"

"Good!" Huangfu Song couldn't help but praise, he was afraid that this child would get along with others with obstacles, followed Wang Yue to learn swords, and at the age of ten he began to go deep into Mobei to assassinate various Hun leaders and other big people, almost always spent the best years of children in assassination and escape, and now it seems to be good, "Ben Shuai has his own assessment in his heart, and his merits must be rewarded and punished, you go down to rest." ”

"Wait for the resignation—"

When everyone walked out of the military tent, they asked Huangfu Biao, "Brother Biao, why don't you ask for orders to collect the endgame, the remnants of the yellow turban have not been cleared yet!" ”

"I can't bear it—"

After that, Huangfu Biao strode away and let him slaughter the unarmed refugees, he was more than unbearable, Huangfu Song only asked him to take the heads of the Chinese soldiers, just take them, in fact, he wanted to use grain for disaster relief, let them return to their hometowns to farm, but - he has no food, no one, and the court does not have -