Three teams of men rushed into the Yellow Turban formation like iron streams and rushed left and right, and saw flags fluttering, dust and smoke rolling, and thousands of men had barely resisted the Yellow Turban army.

Take his life while he is sick!

After all, Dong Zhuo is an expert in military use. When he conquered the Western Qiang and attacked the Western Qiang and set up Longxi Bingzhou, he was not a good person to him! Seeing that the thieves had finished their power, he shouted: "The Western Qiang man, the Northern School man, do you still care about the things under your crotch? Let's kill him with me to correct my man's name!"

Thousands of iron cavalry and more than ten thousand northern troops were all good men in the army. How could they bear the defeat of the battle formation? Hearing the sound, the golden sword in his hand was whirlwind and followed Dong Zhuo to kill him back.

This fierce battle was from Wu to You, and only Zhang Jiao lost and lost. He retreated continuously, retreated for more than 50 miles, and retreated until he retreated below Guangzong City before giving up. The 100,000 Yellow Turbans had already gone three or four stops.

Listening to the noisy sighs in the tent and looking at the lonely bright moon in the sky, Zhang Jiao also felt the same coldness and loneliness in his heart. The old brothers Ma Yuanyi, Bo Cai, who had guided the country and preached from all directions, were either split into the market or died in the battlefield. No one around him could have a heart-to-heart talk with him, talked about the world, and walked into his heart.

Bo Cai was defeated and the Yellow Turbans were destroyed on the east road. Yingchuan's power was beyond reach. He had to use the inside line in the middle of the court to drive Lu Zhi away with Zuo Feng. As long as Dong Zhuo is taken down, Jizhou will no longer have the power to balance it. At that time, he will regain Julu and stabilize the people's and the army's morale. Then he will find an opportunity to go south to Guangping, Wei County, west to Changshan, Zhao State, and sit in Jizhou to look around and Yanyu. Major events will still be accomplished.

Unfortunately, when Dong Zhuo was about to be destroyed, a few wild men who emerged from somewhere broke the deployment of our general and wiped out our ambitions! With 100,000 elite soldiers but were trapped in the lonely city, where is the road to the Yellow Turban?

The bright moon does not understand its meaning, and the bright moon has never shined on the old friend. Zhang Jiao looked at the lonely moon and sighed leisurely, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed outside the tent. This was not a crime of war, but it was because the heaven wanted to forget myself!

...

Zhang Jiao was vomiting blood while watching the moon, but Liu Bei took advantage of the bright moon to lead the army to move quickly.

Under the bright moon, the corpses were everywhere, and the wind was gusts. Liu Bei's heart also blew a gust of cold wind. Dong Zhuo was indeed as his mentor said. The three brothers sacrificed their lives to save him, but they rescued a white-eyed wolf. Just because the three of them had no official positions, they looked at each other with respect and disgust. They were mostly impatient in their words. The life-saving grace and the power to help the fight in the bright moon were completely forgotten! Looking at the white tent not far away, Liu Bei felt that his eyes were stained and his heart was as cold as water!

It's true:

Thousands of troops were rescued in the bright moon gorge, and the general was so sad that he was too cold.

Human snobbery has been around forever and the present, who says heroes are white?
Chapter completed!