The spring is slow, the flowers and trees are lush. The warehouse is full of silhouettes, and the sugar is picked.

"Kill! Kill!!"

Xu An waved the ring-headed sword in his hand frantically, and the Han army in front of him seemed to be killing endlessly. After falling down, more Han army came, and more Han troops came. The distance of more than ten steps was as difficult as a natural barrier.

"The world is very good!"

The gate of the village not far away suddenly opened wide, and groups of yellow angels suddenly rushed out, but Zhang Liang noticed that a Yellow Turban troops broke through the encirclement to meet him, so he took the initiative to give up and killed the camp out of the camp.

The Han army was attacked from both sides for a while, and encountered the elite Yellow Angel of the Yellow Turbans. The army collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Liang led a group of Huang Yan's envoys to join the battle, which made Xu An and others less stressed.

But He Yi, who was blocking Sun Jian not far away, was at the end of his strength, and the personal guards around him were all killed in the battlefield. In front of him were the mighty Jiangdong tigers, and on both sides were the Han army soldiers slowly coming.

He Yi shouted loudly and stepped forward a few steps, and the long sword in his hand slashed at Sun Jian. Sun Jian also raised the ancient ingot knife to slash at He Yi's long sword. The golden sword attacked each other. Sun Jian turned the ancient ingot knife and swung the long sword in He Yi's hand. The ancient ingot knife followed the trend and slashed the obliquely from He Yi's shoulder.

He Yi only felt a dizzy sound, and the noisy shouts on the battlefield suddenly became inaudible. Then a headless corpse in front of him fell heavily to the ground, and then the endless darkness completely swallowed him.

"mighty!"

All the Han soldiers raised their weapons and cheered loudly. However, with He Yi's obstruction, Zhang Liang was able to meet with the Yellow Turban Army led by Xu An. At this time, Zhang Liang and Xu An had already left with the frame carrying Zhangjiao's coffin.

Dozens of Huangtian angels were left at the alley. They were the army left behind. If the Han army wanted to pursue Zhang Liang, they could only step on the bodies of these fanatical Huangtian sects.

Zhang Liang's face was gloomy on the white horse. The sentry sent out to report that several city gates on the east and west sides had been occupied by the Han army, and only the North City was still under He Man's control.

After leaving the northern city, the Zhangshui River is dozens of meters wide. The ferry at Guangzong is called only a dozen ships, so it is impossible to transport all tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops to the north shore.

However, the Han army had entered Guangzong City, and then staying in Guangzong City would be like a turtle in a jar.

When the order to retreat came, the Yellow Turbans in the city had already been scared by the Han army. They had persisted until now because they were completely trying to rescue Zhang Liang. When Zhang Liang's order to retreat came, the Yellow Turbans in the city rushed towards the north city frantically.

The frame carrying Zhangjiao's coffin had already left the North City. Xu An was standing on the wall of the North City with Zhang Liang at this time. Near the gate of the North City, there were retreating Yellow Turban soldiers. They lowered their heads and supported the injured robes through the city gate as fast as possible.

Fortunately, Zhang Liang was rescued, and the pursuit of Han army was also attacked by the Yellow Turbans behind the palace, and the retreat of the Yellow Turbans seemed a little orderly.

All the retreating Yellow Turbans were already like frightened birds, but when they saw the great wise and good mentors erected high on the city wall and the general flag, they suddenly calmed down.

By noon, all the Yellow Turbans in Guangzong City had retreated to the front of Guangzong's crossing.

The small Guangzongdu was densely packed with more than 60,000 Yellow Turban pavilions, and the Han army's infantry had begun to appear on the roads on both sides. The Yellow Turban Army's several small assaults were all repelled by the Han army.

Guangzongdu is now like a huge pocket. The Yellow Turban Army is trapped in its pocket, and outside the pocket is the military formation composed of the Han army.

At this time, the Han army's banners were scattered all over the city walls on Guangzong City, and countless Han army stood on the city walls, and the Han soldiers on both sides of the road in the north of the city had also been arranged.

Huangfu Song did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. The Han army's spirit and physical strength, which had been fighting for several hours, were almost wiped out by the Yellow Turban Army, which was stubbornly resisting in Guangzong City.

The Yellow Turban Army still has the power to resist. If it enters the enemy's formation in one go, it may be able to destroy the Yellow Turban Army of Guangzong, but the Han army will definitely suffer extremely heavy casualties.

Zhang Liang is still there, and there are a few variables added to it. If he is defeated, the Yellow Turban, which had already stopped, will probably evolve from a spark to a prairie fire.

As the commander of the Han army, Huangfu Song must act cautiously.

In front of Guangzong Ferry, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops were bustling with people. The remaining Yellow Turban Generals were encouraging to maintain the military formation. The Han army on both sides of the north side of the city gathered more and more, and Zhang Liang's face became a little bit ugly.

Zhang Liang squinted his eyes and looked at the Han army in the distance and said, "You can't wait any longer. In a few more minutes, the Han army on both sides will be able to complete the encirclement."

Looking around, looking at the dozens of generals and schoolmen who used to be around, now only Liu Pi, Gong Du, He Man, and Huang Shao are left. Not only is there a trace of bitterness in Zhang Liang's heart.

But there was no time to make him sentimental. The Han army was supporting the north of Guangzong City, and there was not much time left for the Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Liang looked at Xu An, who was like a bloody man on the side and asked, "What's your name?"

When Xu An heard Zhang Liang's inquiry, he quickly stepped forward and took a bow: "Xu An, He Yiqu is the military waiter under the tent."

"He Yi..." Zhang Liang was stunned when he heard He Yi's name, and then smiled bitterly: "This kid is always so reckless."

Zhang Liang pointed to Zhang Jiao's coffin and signaled Xu An to stand on the frame: "Protect the frame."

"promise!"

Xu An took Zhang Ji to stand on the frame together, and the blood-colored military flag was inserted on the shaft of the frame. Following Xu An out of the siege, Xu An arranged around the frame by Xu An. Everyone held the weapons in their hands tightly. They all knew clearly that a bloody battle was coming.

Zhang Liang was riding his horse in front of the formation, just like in the previous battle outside Guangzong City. However, wherever Zhang Liang passed, there was no sound of roaring mountains and tsunamis. Every time Zhang Liang passed by, the originally noisy voice disappeared completely.

When Zhang Liang returned to the vicinity of the coffin again, the entire Yellow Turban Array was almost silent.

Zhang Liang took out a stack of talisman paper from his armor, muttered something, and then threw it all into the air. The yellow turban warlocks around him also took out the talisman paper from his bag and threw it into the air. A large amount of talisman paper was swept up by the strong wind and flew around, and then suddenly ignited, which was spectacular for a while.

The sound of earth-shaking victory came from the Yellow Turban Army again.

Zhang Liang took out his magic sword and climbed onto a small mound in front of him, and threw out a stack of talismans again. The howling wind seemed to have become even stronger.

The strong wind swept the burning spell and flew towards the Han army formation on one side. Zhang Liang pulled the reins of the horse, and the white horse under his crotch was neighing. Under the strong wind, the yellow battle robe danced, and under the dazzling sunlight, it seemed like a general descending to earth.

He shouted loudly at the Han army formation ahead: "The world is very good!!!"

"The world is very good!!!" The Yellow Turbans behind them also held up their weapons and shouted frantically.

Accompanied by the shocking shouts, the thick war drums in the Yellow Turban Army rang out, and the frame carrying the war drums slowly moved forward. Countless Yellow Turbans shouted that the world was lucky and followed the banner of the general.
Chapter completed!