Yan Guo opened for three years, in May.

The land of the Central Plains.

Dividing the south bank of the Hunhe River in the north and south, here is Linzhou of Wei across the river from Fenzhou, the war in the north has started, the warships on the river are attacking, and on the south bank, an army of Yan has stepped up, and is fighting with the soldiers and horses of the state and county.

At this time, on all avenues, people from towns and villages dragged their families and embarked on the road of fleeing to avoid the soldiers.

The big families in the counties of the three counties of Linzhou used ox carts and horse-drawn carts to load fine and soft, and took the maids and servants on the road, without the identity of the past, crowded on the road like ordinary people, and suddenly there was a loud noise and boiling, and a county soldier and horse in the distance galloped through the fields on the side.

And in front of them, a group of Taiping Taoists wrapped in yellow scarves and dressed in sackcloth suddenly met on both sides, and the number was about the same, and they fought directly on the field.

Suddenly the war broke out, the frightened people panicked, frantically rushed, rushed, in the chaos, lost children stood on the side of the road crying for their parents, the old man could not walk on crutches, pitifully looked at the crowded long queue, soon he could not find his family, however, the fleeing crowds flocked to every branch of the road, and soldiers and horses from nearby states and counties could be seen, or the disciples with yellow scarves in their hands holding sharp blades, or farm tools in groups.

Once they heard that Taiping Dao was preaching in Linzhou, some people joined, and some people scoffed, but later there were more and more congregants in Linzhou, and sometimes they could be seen on the streets of the city, and these congregants were chanting on the street: "The sky rains down the water, the sweet charm saves the misfortune, the yellow sky appears, and the three princes come to ......."

Now, Taiping Dao suddenly rebelled the day before yesterday, and in the land of the three counties, 40,000 Yellow Turban Sectarians attacked the granary of the government, distributed to poor families, and attracted officers and soldiers to besiege them.

On the contrary, the two generals of Digong and Rengong set up an ambush halfway and routed the troops and horses who rushed to encircle and suppress, and the atmosphere became uneasy and faintly restless among the counties, counties, and villages of Linzhou.

When the states and counties received the news, they urgently closed the city gates and city walls. The streets have increased a lot of manpower, and even the catchers have joined the patrol queue.

However, they underestimated the appeal of the Taiping Dao that had been entrenched in Linzhou for more than a year, and more Yellow Turban followers poured out in the defeat of the soldiers and horses of 10,000 prefectures and counties, and the villages, villages, and crowds of people in various places.

Still working in the fields, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

When the news of the defeat of the local soldiers and horses came, many once honest people, as if a fire had been lit in their hearts, took the enshrined yellow scarf and wrapped it on their foreheads, took the hoes and flat poles at home, and gathered in a mighty manner, and the countryside was coming to dissuade or reprimand, and then the corpses of the other party were hung under the branches of the once honest peasants.

As for the Yellow Turban Sect who followed the Three Princes, they sent messages in various villages, and the villagers and tenant farmers took crude weapons. The first to kill is the one who is powerful and blessed on weekdays.

In the two days from 19 to 20, the gathered Yellow Turban Cultists spread around as fast as they could, attacking all counties and towns in groups.

For the local soldiers and horses of the Wei State, everything in front of them felt like a dream, and the usually honest peasants, with crude weapons, rushed towards them without dying.

The weapons were rudimentary, but the number was several times that of these soldiers, and at a glance, there were figures with yellow scarves everywhere, like the tide of the sea, frantically sweeping towards them.

Without any rules or formations, he directly crashed into the gun forest, and then crushed the gun forest.

At first, the confusion and confusion, with the wave of pounce, colleagues were constantly killed in front of him, and the mood suddenly turned into a huge fear that was difficult to resist.

These 'ant colonies' with yellow scarves on their heads rushed up desperately, hoes, flat poles, and a small number of captured knives and guns, frantically chopping and stabbing in the crowd, the soldiers and horses in these places were frightened by this momentum, and after the front was crushed by the corpses of people, they began to retreat, and then avoided, crowded each other, and then collapsed and pushed backwards, squeezed out of the array, and ran towards the rear.

Defeating a few local soldiers and horses that chased over, a group of Yellow Turban Cultists became even more fanatical as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, they rushed to the village, calling for more people to join in, or continue to attack the local soldiers and horses that were constantly gathering and blocking, and wherever the dense 'ant tide' hit, it would set off a shocking battlefield.

The beacon smoke rose wildly, and the reinforcements who heard the news rushed up, and then retreated in defeat, the whole team, and then met and defeated again, which could not shake the huge crowd at all.

On the 21st day, the beacon fire spread from east to west, and the Yellow Turban Uprising broke out, which was responded to by many mountain thieves, who were wrapped in yellow turbans and joined in, huge as a tide, most of them were composed of farmers, hawkers, thieves, and routs, killing people and setting fire all the way, and quickly advancing to the border of Ganzhou, which was adjacent to Linzhou, and at this time it was only two states away from Yangzhou, where Luyang, the capital of Wei, was located.

The Ganzhou Assassin immediately dispatched generals, gathered troops from several counties, a total of 47,000 soldiers and horses, and set up a position at the junction of Ganzhou and Lin to prevent the Taiping Taoists from rushing into the border of Ganzhou.

Soon after, they watched the dense crowd of people in the distance follow the figures of the three horses, retreat to the left and right, and bow down, and behind the three people there were thousands of tall wrestlers wearing yellow scarves stepping on dull steps.

"For my brother to follow the order of King Xia, I have come to Wei to preach, and it has been more than a year, and the Taiping doctrine has spread all over Linzhou, but my brother's footprints have traveled all over Wei State."

The wind blew, the sky was overcast, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling through the clouds.

Zhang Liang, who was armed with a gun and armor, took the reins and looked at the sky; Zhang Bao raised his face slightly, his expression was solemn, and the corners of his mouth contained a smug smile.

In front of them, Zhang Jiao on horseback held the seal of the national teacher, and his voice was faint, and his loose hair stroked slightly in the wind.

"This summer, the king sent troops to the south to conquer the Wei State, the heavens have risen, the divine wind is coming from the north, and you and other beings should welcome the road!"

The voice spread, and the surrounding low-lying disciples straightened up, their faces fierce and looked at the 40,000 army opposite.

"The Central Plains will change, Wei Mound will give birth to ghosts, Ganzhou dragon veins, and all the disciples will follow me......"

The thunder rumbled through the sky, and the blue and white electric light flashed in the clouds, Zhang Jiao picked up the seal, and when he slowly raised his hands, the Ganzhou soldiers and horses on the opposite side were a little surprised and stunned, and the generals led by him pointed at the old man who spread his hands on horseback and laughed.

Over there, Zhang Jiao's voice continued, and the thunder became more and more frequent, "...... Holding Jin Ge to cut off his genius ......"

Under the sky, two blue and white lightning rays were like two big snakes meandering down.

Over there, Zhang Jiao jumped up suddenly, above mid-air, grabbed the falling electric snake with both hands, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Play!" Please! Big! Wei! Go to! Die-"

Rumble!

The thunder rang out, resounding between heaven and earth at the same time, in mid-air, the figure was bathed in this blue and white electric light, and his arms were waved horizontally.

Twin lightning like whips, sweeping across the field.

The torrential rain of early summer poured down, and the electric light and the screams of people resounded in the rain.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, countless figures wrapped in yellow scarves rushed through the heavy rain and surged forward.

The crowd spread all over the mountains and fields, and they fought into the front line of covering their eyes and screaming.

Hoes and poles were wielded, spears and blades were stabbed and slashed, blood rushed wildly, and bodies fell.

Countless footsteps followed Qu Shuai to kill through the crowd and chase the defeated crowd.

The rain poured down, and the figure of the yellow turban spread through villages and market towns, and more people were wrapped up, as huge as an ant colony spreading towards Ganzhou.

Then, it erupted, spreading again in different shapes in all directions.

……

Linzhou, since the outbreak of Taiping Road, the battle on the south bank of the Hunhe River has also come to an end, Zhang Fei waved his arm to throw out the general hanging on the snake spear, and in the heavy rain, he turned back.

"Hubu battalion, control the river bank and welcome the army to cross the river!"

(End of chapter)