Don’t say that you are walking early, there are even people walking early.

Liu Bei and the other two led a army to sleep in the open air, crossing the Yedian Mountain Village and sleeping at the ancient temple in the wasteland at night, watching the sun rise and set, and the day was not counted.

At noon that day, the army had already left Guangping. In front of him was Mingyue Gorge in Anping County. The three brothers were waiting to stop when they heard a rapid sound of war drums and golden spears sounded behind the mountain.

At first it was like a pipa covering the face, turning the shaft and pulling the strings, lightly and thickly twisting; at second it was like rain falling on the day, rain hitting the lotus pond, noisy and loud. After about a moment, the sound suddenly broke, and then a big drum suddenly exploded, as if the thunder god was furious, and the earth was broken and the mountains collapsed. Tens of thousands of strong men roared in unison, and thousands of iron cavalry and swords and guns resonated.

"Yellow Turbans?"

"Dong Zhuo?!"

In addition to the northern army under Guangzong Zhang Jiao and Dong Zhuo, where are there other troops in the Anping County area? Where is there such a great momentum?

The three of them looked at each other and their expressions gradually became solemn. Isn’t it that there were tens of thousands or even more than one hundred thousand confrontations when they heard this sound?

The three of them hurriedly climbed the hill ahead and looked from afar, but saw:

The red armor covers the ground, and the yellow turbans cover the ground. The red armor covers the mountains like maple leaves, densely packed; the yellow turbans cover the ground like autumn chrysanthemums in the wasteland, one after another. The Han army wore the red armor, held the long spear and thorned the left and right, and the ghosts cried and howled while the thorns cried and howled, and the yellow turbans fell to the ground one after another. The moth thieves wore yellow turbans, holding big swords and chopped horizontally, screaming and screaming at the chopping point, and the red armor died one after another.

More than 100,000 people fought bravely in this valley, either fighting against each other, or siegeing and fighting in groups of three or five, killing only the blood flowed into a river and the corpses were like mountains.

However, after the kung fu, the Han army was defeated by the moth thieves and gradually retreated to the valley entrance.

"Brother, look!"

Liu Bei looked in the direction of Guan Yu's finger and saw a strong and tough man in the valley at the distance carrying a pot of arrows on his back and forth, and the thieves in front were all caught in the arrows and fell off their horses.

Of course, no matter how many arrows there are, they are just a pot, but people are as surging as the tide of the sea. The general of the Han was soon surrounded by several thieves.

The eighteen weapons of knife, fork, stick, axe, hook and fork flew all over the body, and formed a sharp silver net in front of them. If they were touched, they would be injured. The Han general's three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand was so full of wind that it would be blocked with the left and right, and it was difficult to get rid of it.

Behind the Han general were a series of iron cavalry like a torrent, rebellious and fierce. It seemed as if sharp arrows were rushing left and right in the siege. Every few steps, it would take away a large number of Yellow Turban Dead souls.

The Iron Cavalry was quick and brave, but unfortunately, the narrow Moon Canyon was not conducive to the Iron Cavalry's use. Soon, the torrent of the Iron Cavalry was cut off and divided by many moths, like a broken-line kite floating in the wind. Screams, roars, and angrily shouts came one after another.

A flag bearer held a flag and danced around, roaring and waving in the crowd. The four big words "Zhonglang General Dong" were embroidered with iron-painted silver hooks on the flag, dancing with the wind, floating above the crowd like a red cloud.

"Swish", a sharp arrow carried a cold murderous aura, flashed through the air with a cold light, and was in the middle of the flag bearer's face.

The flag bearer fell on his back and fell under the horse. The huge flagpole hit the ground hard, raising the dust in the sky. The flag bearer screamed like a lone wolf, struggled from the ground in anger, lifted up the flagpole and hugged it tightly in his arms, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the flag, with blood marks and red spots.

Although the flag is broken, it is still like a cloud.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A roar filled the sky above the canyon, and dozens of sharp arrows roared by their long tails. The long rainbow flew towards the flag bearer like a sun, broke into the chest and broke out from the back, and brought out a stream of blood and raindrops on the ground, like the peach blossom rain in the forest in April, tragic and sad.

"Dong Zhuo is going to lose!"

As the flag fell, the fighter's planes changed unpredictably and rapidly. How can the military order be reached by the enemy's siege with the body of the main general? The iron cavalry that had been a hundred miles apart in a flash and traveled through the thorns, abandoned the iron cavalry's agility and maneuver without using it, and exchanged the blood of the knight for the remaining bodies of the moth thief?

Liu Bei stood on the huge rock and sighed leisurely in the cold wind on the top of the mountain. What a pity, the iron cavalry that was as windy as the wind, the unyielding flag bearer!

The Iron Cavalry could not hear Liu Bei's sigh, and the flag bearer naturally could not hear Liu Bei's sigh. The flag bearer just held the bloody flag tightly and fell to the sky. The pole fell and the flag fell, and the flag fluttered and covered the flag bearer's face.

"Dong Zhuo is dead!"

A long roar spread all over the world, and the Yellow Turban soldiers held swords and shouted loudly in unison, sounding like thunder, soaring into the sky.

Of course, Dong Zhuo was not dead yet, he was just surrounded by the Yellow Turban Legion.

However, the red flag symbolizing the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty has been destroyed at the feet of the moths, and the guns and swords in front are like a forest of people. How can the Han soldiers outside the formation see it?

They only knew that the man was decisive in his killing and had led them to gallop across Longxi to defend the Western Qiang, and also led them to fight against Bingzhou, achieving victory after victory.

That man is their commander! That man is their spirit of victory!

But now, someone told them that the man was dead! Their spirit was entrusted to die in the enemy formation ahead, how would they win? The soldiers looked at each other, and there was no longer the belief in victory in their eyes, only a confusion.

The morale of the army is in chaos!

The morale of the army is in chaos!

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Another shocking drum sounded, and the Yellow Turban Central Army formation suddenly separated to both sides. Hundreds of war horses rushed to the front of the formation with loud noises. Hundreds of Yellow Turban Knights came out naked with their upper bodies.

In front of the formation, a man pressed a sword with his hands, tied his head with a yellow turban ribbon, spanned his war horse lightly, and his long hair was scattered in yellow robe. It was Zhang Jiao, the head of the Yellow Turban Channel, the head of the Yellow Turban Channel.

A man next to him held a big yellow flag high, fluttering in the wind, rolling up and down, and wrote the four big words "Performing the Way for Heaven" on it, which was as awesome as a shocking dragon.

The horse is neighing, the man is solemn, and the flag is flying.

This is the tiger and wolf knight of the Yellow Turban Central Army, and this is the guard of General God!

Zhang Jiao may not be familiar with the arrangement of troops to attack cities and camps, and is not good at taking the general's heads from a million troops, but Zhang Jiao is still the Zhang Jiao, the amazing Zhang Jiao.

He used Zuo Feng to drive away Lu Zhi, who was steadily and step by step. He used Dong Zhuo's eagerness to seek merit and defeated Dong Zhuo in Guangzong City, forcing him to fight Mingyue Gorge. He showed the world his reputation of responding to all his calls, and he also hid the sharp knife in his hand from the Han court.

Good steel must be used on the blade!

When attacking Nan? When he was with Quyang, he held the guards tightly in his hand. When he was against Lu Zhi, he still endured the pain and did not show any trace of the guards' sharpness.

He knew that his uprising was too hasty, and he also knew that he needed more time to develop and consolidate his foundation, so he hid the sharp knife in his hand in the Yellow Turban Army, and he used it when he needed it most, and when he decided the victory or defeat, life and death.

This is the moment now!

"The Han Emperor is like a Pixiu, and high-ranking officials are like bandits. Heaven has not followed the way for a long time. Today, I, Zhang Jiao, want Gong Xingtian to perform the way for heaven, kill all the dog thieves in the world, and give all the people of the world a bright and bright sunny day. Brothers, are you ready?"

"It's ready!" The flags were like clouds, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"Kill!" Zhang Jiao shouted loudly, Chengying's sword swung violently, hundreds of tiger and wolf knights suddenly lifted the reins and raised the golden spear, jumped down from the mountain to rush towards the Han army, as brave as a bear and as powerful as a tiger, and in an instant it came to his eyes.

The defense line of the Han army had long been broken and was divided into pieces. Without the support of the brothers and camps behind him, the brave Han army could only turn into lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the numerous Yellow Turban troops.

Seeing that things were not in harmony, the Han general tried his best to slash the enemy general in front of him under the horse, pulled out his horse and rushed out, shouting loudly: "Ming Jin, withdraw the troops!"

"Dangdangdang!"

Listening to the crisp drums and drums in the mountains and looking at the defeated Han army, Liu Bei tightened the double swords in his hand, raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Let's go, it's time for us to go!"

"Haha, I'm not hiding it from my brother, I've been impatient for a long time!" Zhang Fei rubbed his hands and screamed strangely, and looked at Liu Bei in surprise and said, "Brother, before leaving, did Lu Zhonglang say that Dong Zhuo is mean and polite, why do we still need to rescue this person?"

"Third brother, what I saw in the tent of Huangfu Zhonglang that day, both Zhao Yun and Wang and Li were not as good as the ones. However, the two of them supported Yangdi, burned Changshe, and defeated the sect. Huang Shao was in the forest with great military achievements. He had already become Sima and the military waiter.

Since we three brothers are determined to support the Han Dynasty, we are still in vain. When will we wait until we don’t rise up and chase after us? What’s more, what we want to rescue is not just Dong Zhuo, but my soldiers and generals of the Han Dynasty, the foundation of our Han Dynasty!”

Liu Bei sighed and continued, "Second brother, third brother, Dong Zhuo's army now seems to be critical, but the moth thieves are nothing more than a powerful and powerful army. Their combat power and equipment and military qualities are still weaker than those of the Han army.

Here, the mountains and valleys are rugged, and the moth thieves have fewer horses to fight. If they are chased for a long time, their power will become more and more declining. Second brother, third brother, you two lead five hundred troops to lie on both sides of the mountain, waiting for the middle way to attack. Brother fooled to cover up and kill, and the moth thieves will be defeated!"

...

The wind is strong, but the sword is still cold.

Facing the cold wind that cuts his face and listening to the screams from time to time behind him, Dong Zhuo felt chill in his heart. The moment before he was still pointing the country and waving Fangqiu, the moment he was defeated and ran away with his head in his arms.

He never thought that he would be defeated by the moth thief, nor that he would be so embarrassed. So he sent Xu Rong to the capital early to serve as his messenger, Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong.

He was surrounded by only Niu Fu, Li Jue, Guo Si and Duan Wei, and there were only a few brave generals. It was no problem to rush into the camp to fight and fight. But if they were asked to give advice and arrange troops, how could they be as good as Xu Rong? If Xu Rong was here, how could he be defeated today? How could he be defeated?

Dong Zhuo's heart was bleeding. He was his Bingzhou Iron Cavalry, the Iron Cavalry with a strong personal mark. He originally hoped to rely on this team to firmly sit in the position of Zhonglang General, surpass Huangfu Song and Zhu Yan to become the first general of the Han Dynasty, and then take advantage of the momentum to guide the country.

Unfortunately, once he was defeated today, his cavalry was broken into pieces and broke into a broken army.

He could only escape, leaving the green mountains without worrying about no firewood. As long as he was still there, there would be more Bingzhou Iron Cavalry, Longxi Iron Cavalry and even Xiliang Iron Cavalry. The wind was no longer cold, but his heart was once again warm.

Dong Zhuo twitched the war horse under his crotch hard. In front of him was Quzhou County, Guangping County. As long as he crossed the mountain in front of him, he would still be able to borrow one or two soldiers from Guangping County.

It's enough to revive the situation and make a comeback!

He has seen hope, and hope is on the other side of the mountain!

"boom!"

There were several loud noises like landslides in the valley behind him, the ground trembled violently, and the war horse under his crotch whine. Before Dong Zhuo could adjust his posture, his huge body was thrown into the ground like a rock bullet.

Damn, is God going to kill me?

Dong Zhuo sighed and hurriedly got up, but saw Niu Fu, Dong Yue, Duan Wei and others standing with swords, showing surprise and excitement on their faces. They hurriedly looked back and saw dust and fog on the way they came, mud and sand were all covered.

There were shouts of killing sounds on the hillsides on both sides, and the flags were faintly placed. A torrent of huge rocks and cross-wood rolled down from the hillside. The trees were cut off in the waist and the bushes were powdered.

The momentum is like a thunder sound that moves the nine heavens, and the strength is like a hundred-year storm flying sand and stones!

The fleeing Han army was smashed into meat pie before they could hide, but more were surging moth thieves and pursuers, screaming at the huge rocks, rolling under the woods to hide from each other and dodge left and right.

However, the canyon is like a crescent moon, and the road is like a sheep's intestine. There is no place for thousands of troops to rush around, nor is there a place for thousands of people to rush around. In a blink of an eye, thousands of people were gone in the surging torrent.

"Buzz!"

With a long roar of cows, thousands of Han soldiers suddenly appeared from the hillsides on both sides. The flags were fluttering and the scales were cold, shining brightly under the sunlight. The two generals pressed their hands and stood proudly on the heroes.

The man led by the left army was nine feet above the ground, and the green parrot robe moved with the wind. A big green dragon sword stood beside him, shaped like a crescent moon, with sharp blades exposed, and cold light under the sun; the leader of the right was more than eight feet away, and the black long cloak flew with the momentum, a snake spear was swaying across his chest, like a poisonous snake, and the cold light suddenly appeared, and silver light was shining in the crowd.

Seeing that the moth thief was gradually shaking, the two of them shouted together, and the horse rushed straight to the foot of the mountain. The soldiers under their command blocked the valley entrance and fought fiercely with the moth thief.

The two men were extremely brave, and they were the one who was a man who could not open the door. The sword was killed by blood spears and spears. In a short while, more than a dozen generals of the thief were chopped down on the horse, and the vanguard camp of tens of thousands of thiefs were forced to advance and retreat and retreat.

"These two men are both outstanding in martial arts and military use. Do you know who they are?"

Dong Zhuo shook the dust on his body and looked back at the left and right officers in surprise. Seeing Niu Fu and others silent, he snorted in his heart and was about to get angry.

He saw a man flashing out again at the foot of the mountain. The man in charge had a red horse under his crotch. He held a pair of double-stranded swords and shouted: "Test the snake and hit seven inches, and capture the thief first, capture the king, second and third brothers, quickly seize the flag and kill the general, and prepare to come!"
To be continued...