On the march, the Yellow Turban Army kept appearing, and then fled frantically.

One or two thousand less, five or six thousand more.

Liu Bian also continued to divide his army to pursue.

When he came to a distance of fifty miles from the Tiger Prison Pass, there were only more than 10,000 people left around Liu Wei at the moment.

Liu Guanzhang led 4,000 people to open the way in front, and the road was smooth and unimpeded.

Dong Zhuo, who is far away in the capital, has just dealt with a case of embezzlement.

He deposed four officials, beheaded three wealthy merchants, nationalized their property, and sent them to the Xiangguo Mansion.

Only returned to the house in the evening, and in the study, Dong Zhuo boredly glanced at the battle situation from the front line.

"The ancients were really boring, no wonder there were so many children in the family before, and they couldn't do anything when it got dark, only to make babies."

Dong Zhuo sighed while looking at the battle situation that had just been sent.

An army of 400,000 soldiers, divided into four routes, strangled all the traitors on the edge of the Tiger Prison Pass, and everywhere the soldiers went, there was nothing to be defeated.

Just after watching some, Dong Zhuo suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The 400,000-strong army, which attacked day and night, only captured a few thousand.

So many Yellow Turbans? At this time, there were still county orders and county guards who constantly asked for help, asking the imperial court to send troops.

There are tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army, why are the soldiers and horses gone now, and the people are gone?

Dong Zhuo was puzzled, and hurriedly opened the previous chapter.

The two are contrasted.

Dong Zhuo's heart slowly sank.

In terms of time, the Yellow Turban Army's sudden large-scale action to encircle the city began half a month ago.

At that time...... Shortly after the Son of Heaven ordered the marriage, he reconciled with the Son of Heaven and then recruited an army.

Now these Yellow Turban Army suddenly disappeared overnight.

There's weirdness in that.

"Someone."

Dong Zhuo immediately called for an escort.

"Sangkook."

The guards pushed the door in, waiting for Dong Zhuo to give an order.

"But there is a new letter, where is Your Majesty now?"

The guard remembered for a moment, then responded.

"This afternoon, there was a flying pigeon to pass the book, saying that the Son of Heaven is one hundred and ninety miles away from the capital, and about forty kilometers away from the Tiger Prison Pass."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pointed to the terrain for Dong Zhuo.

"It's broken."

Dong Zhuo's heart suddenly burst out, and he had some bad premonitions.

Liu Bian is now at the foot of Song Mountain, near the Yiluo River, where there happens to be a large flat bottom, which is suitable for camping.

But there is no danger there.

"Why did the Son of Heaven suddenly march a hundred miles in a hurry, and there are other garrisons around His Majesty as a corner?"

Dong Zhuo grabbed the guard and asked.

The guard is Dong Zhuo's confidant, and Dong Zhuo who knows this state is unreasonable.

hurriedly replied.

"There is no garrison there, but General Lu Bu is stationed in Tiger Pass."

When Dong Zhuo heard this, he weakly let go of the guards in his hands and closed his eyes.

Lu Bu, unreliable.

"Order the garrison of the capital, set off with the whole army, and order all the guards to assemble and march with the prime minister to save Your Majesty."

Dong Zhuo turned around and slammed his fist on the table.

He didn't expect that Liu Bian would be so happy that he would dare to lead his army so far away from the capital.

Yesterday, he was still wondering whether to ask Liu Bian to return to Beijing, but Liu Bian had just driven his own expedition for less than a day, and he was less than a hundred miles away from Beijing, so he was here in an instant, even if there was a problem, he would have time to save it.

However, the movement of the Yellow Turban Army suddenly changed unpredictably, and Liu Bian was so happy that he was so far away from Beijing.

Dong Zhuo really couldn't feel at ease.

As the army was ready to go, the long-lost system prompt sound sounded in Dong Zhuo's ears.

Bite! Issued a mission to save the young emperor Liu Bian and defeat the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. Rewards: Crop corn, improved wheat.

Special Reward: Marching Medic Manual.

Looking at the tasks released by the system, the uneasiness in Dong Zhuo's heart was completely confirmed, and Liu Bian fell into the trap of the Yellow Turban Army.

Soon, all the troops were ready to go, and Dong Zhuo was not resting.

Hurriedly led 20,000 infantry troops and Zhao Yun's 10,000 cavalry to set off.

……………………

At the same time, the nightingales on the banks of the Yiluo River suddenly fell silent, and some small insects stopped chirping.

One after another, dark figures crawled out of the river and quietly touched the camp not far away.

Among the nine guards of the Son of Heaven, Liu Wei was even happier today.

Today, he raided 100 miles, defeated more than 30 Yellow Turban thieves, and even captured the leading leaders of the Yellow Turban Army.

Liu Wei personally looked at the head and built a Beijing view.

Liu Bian wants everyone in the world to know that if he dares to rebel, he will die.

And Guo Jia, who was in the camp, was even more uneasy.

Today the Yellow Turbans are too abnormal.

It doesn't touch at all, and it just retreats, which looks like a deliberate lure.

As soon as he thought of this, Guo Jia shouted in his heart.

hurriedly instructed the guards to carry himself to face the saint

Liu Wei, who is on the rise, is willing to listen to Guo Jia's nagging and annoy himself.

Directly drove out the guards who reported it.

even warned Guo Jia not to come again, if there is a next time, pull it out directly, and take heavy responsibility.

Guo Jia, who was waiting outside the tent, heard Liu Wei say this.

Angry in his heart, he couldn't get up in one breath, spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and was completely unconscious.

Mid-month.

The whole camp fell into a dead silence, and from time to time the sound of people snoring and talking in their dreams could be heard.

One after another, the black shadows touched the camp, and the pitch-black dagger in his hand was cold and cold.

The smell of blood soon permeated the entire edge of the camp.

"Enemy attack."

With a terrible scream.

A whistle arrow shot into the sky.

The terrible whistle arrow directly woke everyone in the camp.

Seeing that the action was exposed, the man in black no longer concealed it and went straight to the Chinese army camp.

Farther away, 30,000 Yellow Turban troops, all armed and walked out of the vicinity of Songshan.

Towards the camp encirclement.

The 30,000 Yellow Turban Army, which has changed from the norm, is no longer a tattered hoe and a broken knife and gun, but is all equipped with heavy armor, and the standard weapons in their hands reflect the light in the moonlight.

Heavy footsteps soon spread throughout the camp.

The Yellow Turbans approached step by step.

The outermost scouts were quickly killed.

Liu Bian is under siege and in danger.