After a pillar of incense

"Bastard, who's going to tell me, what's going on?" Zhang Niujiao looked at the messy Huzuo camp and the densely placed corpses of the Yellow Turban Army, and Zhang Niujiao's heart was an unspeakable anger. The horsewhip in his hand kept hitting the ground, and the guards around him and some of the senior generals of the army didn't even dare to make a sound. Zhang Niujiao is obviously on the verge of rage, and whoever touches him is unlucky.

"From the moment they saw the fire, our troops quickly rallied and came to their aid. It was less than two quarters of an hour, but in such a short period of time, a large battalion of eight thousand seven men and horses was crushed, and all five or six thousand people, including the general, were killed. Even if the enemy attacks at night, it is impossible for them to worship so badly! Zhang Niujiao's face was pale, but no one around him dared to reply to his words.

In fact, Zhang Niujiao didn't know that Fan Xiwen didn't kill anyone like the Yellow Turban Army, and the most was 3,000 to 4,000 people. As for the more than 2,000 people, they fled, far away.

"Go, find someone. I'm going to ask. Zhang Niujiao's horsewhip suddenly pointed at a guard beside him, and the guard was scared, thinking that Zhang Niujiao was going to vent his anger with him.

"No, no." The guard listened to Zhang Niujiao's words, and the stone in his heart fell, and he nodded hurriedly.

After a while, the guard returned, with a remnant of the Huzuo Yellow Turban Army who was trembling at the moment. Of course, this Yellow Turban soldier is not trembling when he looks at Zhang Niujiao, he has not yet come out of the ruthlessness of the night attack of the official army, and there is a heavy shadow in his heart. It is estimated that it will be difficult for him to get closer to the battlefield in his life, but if someone else forces him, it will be a different matter.

And the image of the Yellow Turban Army is also a bit miserable, the arms are bleeding constantly, the thighs are lame, and the wounds on the body are not to mention. This is still good, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army on the battlefield was shot through the head by an arrow from the official army, and * all flowed out. Before coming to attack Le'an, this little soldier was actually a rookie egg, and the first time he went to the battlefield, he saw such a bloody side, so he felt how uncomfortable it was. After the officers and troops withdrew, the soldier vomited, and almost vomited out all his belongings.

"Bold, the general is here, and he hasn't come to pay homage to the general." The guards who came to see Zhang Niujiao with this little soldier saw that the little soldier was suddenly where the pestle was, and he didn't even say hello to the marshal, so he immediately shouted angrily.

Zhang Niujiao waved his hand and motioned for the guard to step aside, because Zhang Niujiao found that this little soldier was still intoxicated in that illusion and did not get out of it, and estimated that this was still a new soldier before and had never been on the battlefield.

"What's your name? Which subordinate was it before? Zhang Niujiao asked very old-fashioned at first.

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"The villain's name is Niu Si, and he used to be a subordinate of the apologetic general Song Nian." The creep returned to the road.

"What happened here last night?" Zhang Niujiao continued.

"The officers and soldiers attacked me, and they are a group of devils, devils who kill people without blinking." Mentioning the word official army, Niu Si unconsciously raised his voice.

"What's going on with this group of officers and soldiers?" Zhang Niujiao's brows couldn't help but furrow, obviously he didn't like the performance of the little soldier Niu Si very much.

"We were tired from the day's siege of the city, and we went back to camp and went to sleep. But who knew that in the middle of the night, suddenly there was a shout of killing from the back camp, and we didn't react until some of our companions said that the officers and soldiers were coming. But when we got out of the tent, there was already a big fire in the back camp, and a group of officers and soldiers in black brocade clothes were violently attacking the brothers in the back camp, and we were thinking about going to the back camp to support the brothers, but who knew that a group of cavalry suddenly killed in the front camp. The group of cavalry was rampaging through the front camp like ghosts, and the general tried to intercept them, but the cavalry suddenly threw out their weapons, and the general was caught off guard and killed by them with their spears. Niu Si replied.

"Black brocade infantry, cavalry throwing, as far as I know, the strongest force of the Le'an official army has gone with Fan Xiwen's conquest of Anping. Fan Xiwen, this kid, was able to react so early, it seems that I still underestimated them! Zhang Niujiao's face rolled into a smile, but then there was a sinister face, "But so what, even if you defeat my 10,000 former army with this elite, my 30,000 army will attack your base camp tomorrow to see how you turn the situation around." ”

"Report."

Before Zhang Niujiao could recover from his fantasies, the scout's characteristic voice came, and then the scout of the Yellow Turban Army rushed over. Hu Zuo knew that he was Fuliu's scout, so he directly let him come to his side.

"Dashuai, Fuliu is urgent." After the scout paid homage to Zhang Niujiao, he directly took out a painted envelope and said loudly.

Zhang Niujiao took the envelope, and then after the guards beat the torch, he opened the envelope and looked at the contents of the letter, and tore the letter without saying a word.

"Deceive too much, deceive too much. Does Old Man Zhang Shen think that I Zhang Niujiao is so casually bullied? Ben would have regretted it. Zhang Niujiao was really angry at the moment. Zhang Li, the general of the Yellow Turban Army, was ordered to attack Fuliu the day before yesterday and went down in a battle. Now Zhang Shen, the old man, will send someone to take it, you say that you will send someone to take it! I'm afraid of you! But you shouldn't have sent only 5,000 people, you must know that Zhang Niujiao is in Fuliu, but there are still nearly 15,000 people. Your mother, use 5,000 men to fight a city guarded by 15,000 men, which is the red fruit who looks down on him and opens his horns. When his henchmen pierced a few big holes with guns, and some people looked down on themselves, how could you let Zhang Niujiao endure this breath! It's too late to breathe.

Ay! Pity Zhang Shen's 5,000 men.

"Where is Sun An?" Zhang Niujiao said to a group of generals beside him.

"The end will be." Sun An, one of the Yellow Turban Xiaoqu Shuai.

"Order you to lead the army quietly to Fuliu, and defeat the Anping Guoguan army with Zhang Lihe's army." Zhang Niujiao ordered.

"The last general commands." Sun An received the order and reorganized the soldiers and horses.

"Where is Wang Lei?"

"The end will be."

"Order you to command the scout camp, expand the scope of investigation to a radius of 100 miles, and report to me as soon as there is any trouble, and strictly prevent Xiwen Xiaoer's sneak attack."

"The last general commands."

"Where is Zhou Hai?"

"The end will be."

"I order you to supervise the craftsmen to build the siege ladder and deliver it tomorrow morning."

"The last general commands."