Holding Zhang Jiao and gently putting it on the ground, Kunlun looked at Zhang Jiao firmly, with his knees on the ground, and with his hands, he hit the ground. A line of clear tears flowed down his eyes, and the sound was like a monkey roaring, and the sound of sorrow lingered in the sky for a long time.

"Master!"

"Brother!"

A series of rapid footsteps rushed in from the door, and they screamed at Zhang Jiao who was lying on the ground.

Kunlun knelt on the ground, watching the white-haired old doctors in the Yellow Turban Camp still taking pulses and applying needles beside Zhang Jiao. Zhang Liang and Zhang Jiao's generals were anxious in and out of the courtyard. They smiled sadly: "It's useless, my senior brother has gone!"

Zhang Liangru was struck by lightning and quickly stepped forward and pushed the old doctor away, putting one hand on Zhang Jiao's pulse. The pulse had already stopped beating, and a trace of sadness flashed in his fierce eyes.

He knew that his elder brother was extremely physically and mentally exhausted and haggard. After the battle at Mingyue Gorge, he vomited blood and his body plummeted. He also knew that after his elder brother moved into Guangzong City, he did not allow anyone to approach the courtyard except for the few personal guards guarding the gate.

However, he didn't know that the eldest brother had already been unable to do it, and he didn't know that this generation of geniuses would die in Guangzong and die in the hands of others.

Zhang Liang held Kunlun's hand tightly, his face was ferocious, and he roared: "Kunlun, why is my eldest brother like this? What happened? Who killed my eldest brother? I have to find him even if I go to Qiubi and fall into the underworld, so that he can't die and survive!"

"Go up to Qiongbi and fall down to the underworld?" Kunlun looked up at Zhang Liang, pointed to his left arm that was still left on the ground not far away, and sneered, "The one who killed my senior brother is the one who rebelled against Tang Zhou in Taiping Sect! Haha, are you going to catch me?"

Tang and Zhou?

Zhang Liang's eyes were about to split, and he looked at Kunlun angrily. Seeing Kunlun nodding, Zhang Liang's head was stunned and exploded. Why is this dog thief? Why is this dog thief?

As Zhang Jiao’s younger brother, the deputy leader of Taipingdao, the general of the Yellow Turban Army, how could Zhang Liang have no idea about the affairs of Tang and Zhou? That’s why he knows it very much!

Whether it was the eradication of plagues in several prefectures in Hebei, Henan and Yan, the establishment of mountain gates in Wei County, the robbery of the justice field, or the contact of the church members in Kyoto, Ma Yuanyi's car broke up and sealed Xu's family, which thing was not done by Tang Zhou? Which thing was not the shadow of Tang Zhou behind it?

The famous scar-faced Gao Yi in Jizhou was a leader of dozens of elite scholars to threaten his sister. Not only did he not hurt him at all, he took advantage of the opportunity to escape safely, and sold Taiping Road to the dog emperor, disrupting the rhythm of the entire Yellow Turban Army uprising. Zhang Rang He Miao was powerful and wanted to assassinate him in prison, but he also made this guy stage a ghostly and strange thing in Kyoto Jailu, and the golden cicada escaped and ran away.

This thief has always been sinister, cunning and changeable, so how could it be so easy to catch? Now the Yellow Turban Army is trapped in Guangzong.

In the two cities of Quyang, the eldest brother has been destroyed and there is no leader in the Yellow Turban Army. How can he be able to leave his body and find the misty figure to avenge his eldest brother?

"Dog Damn Tang Zhou abducted the sect and deceiving his ancestors, General! The thief of Tang Zhou obviously hasn't gone far, so we must not spare this thief!"

"General! The leader's grudge is irreconcilable. Please give orders to the general. The elite soldiers of the brigade will personally capture the thief and cut it into pieces to sacrifice the leader's spirit in heaven!"

"General! This thief of Tang and Zhou defected to our sect and plotted to murder the General of Heaven. Although it is unforgivable, the general situation is also important. Now that the officials and soldiers of the court are besieging Guangzong, if they do not rise up and resist, we will all be destroyed and put down Guangzong city!"

"General!"

Zhang Liang sat quietly on the ground and looked at his silent brother in front of him. He listened to the quarrel between the Yellow Turban generals behind him, his face changed a lot and he did not answer for a long time.

Kunlun knocked Zhang Liang off his hand and gently closed Zhang Jiao's eyes. A trace of cold determination flashed in his eyes. He kowtowed several times on the ground, making his forehead dark blue. Then he took out a jade tablet from Zhang Jiao's arms and stood up.

The jade plaque is shaped like a mountain, with a moist luster and moist, as if the whole piece of jade is immersed in the green spring. On the front is a long sword engraved with white and light, and two green dragons are circling and winding, and on the back are three words: Taiping Ling!

"Kunlun, what are you going to do?" Seeing the Taiping Order in Kunlun's hand, Zhang Liang's face changed slightly. He finally stopped sitting still. He stood up and asked, with a slight trembling voice.

"What are you doing? The first rule of Taiping Taoist Rules: Seeing a token is like seeing the leader. My senior brother has just passed away. You have forgotten the younger brother!" Kunlun glanced at Zhang Liang lightly and said contemptuously, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in the Yellow Turban soldiers under your hands, but this token is the property of my sect leader, and I must take it away!"

"Rareless! The general of the man is the younger brother of General Tiangong. The relics of General Tiangong will naturally be inherited by the general. Who are you?"

"Yes, this Taiping Cult token is the token of General Tiangong to command our army. How can it be handed over to outsiders?"

The soldiers behind Zhang Liang were unsheathed their waists and surrounded Kunlun and cursed.

Kunlun changed his depressedness and glanced at Zhang Liang and the generals behind him with a proud smile, and a hint of sarcasm was on the corner of his mouth: "You fools can stop me? If I hadn't looked at the face of my senior brother, I would have beaten you with a full face of peach blossoms!

Now that the senior brother is gone, how can Taiping be without a master? Your mind is on the Yellow Turban Army's scramble for power and confrontation with the Han court. How can you avenge my senior brother? I am Kunlun, following the order of my senior brother, revitalize my sect, kill my enemies, and spread the Dao. The Yellow Turban Army has no relationship with my Taiping Sect from today!"

Kunlun, I will ask you for your revenge. Liang Dang stays here and upholds my elder brother's will to promote the power of the Yellow Turban

Fight the world hard!

Zhang Liang's face turned dark, he looked at Kunlun and bowed solemnly. He raised his head, and one man and one sword floated away, leaving only a figure behind, as tough and lonely as Kunlun Mountain.

...

In early October of the seventh year of Guanghe, because Dong Zhuo was repeatedly defeated, the court sent Zhu Ye, the right general of the Central Army, to march south, while the left general Huangfu Song, quietly headed north.

On the 10th day of Shen, the Han army camp.

Huangfu Song stood outside the camp with his hands on his back, looking at Guangzong City in the distance. The city wall was about four or five meters high, about a few miles long, winding and long. Countless scars and sword marks were carved on the city wall, like wrinkles on the old man's face, simple and vicissitudes.

On the city wall, flags were hunting, and wars were like the sea. Tens of thousands of moths stood tall with sharp weapons. Standing under the city, you could feel the indifference and ruthlessness in the moths' eyes.

Under the city wall, corpses were everywhere, swords were broken and flags were rolled. Thousands of the Northern Han army and the elite thieves were lost here. One by one, their lives turned into war achievements on both sides overnight. The soil had long been dyed reddish brown, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

At the hour of You, the central army's tent.

"The battle reports in the past few days have been distributed to you. The thieves are in great force and our army is suffering from heavy casualties. What are the good suggestions do you have?" Huangfu Song sat upright as the general and asked, looking at the soldiers around Cao Cao, Fu Xie, Wang Li and other soldiers.

"Master!" Fu Xie stood up angrily, clasped his fists and shouted, "Please give me another elite soldier. I am willing to issue a military order to take the South Gate before tomorrow. If there is any delay, I will come to see you!" The voice was loud and angry and powerful.

The entire system of Fu Xie's unit in the Central Army was a cavalry. He was good at fighting in the wilderness for long distances, but was not good at siege. The losses were the most heavy in the siege battle in the past two days. Everyone knew that Fu Xie was always holding a handful of evil fire and couldn't vent it.

But at this time, I didn’t care about Fu Xie’s ideas. Soldiers are the executors on the battlefield and the foundation of the army.

Wang Li shook his head and retorted: "Nan Rong's words are inappropriate! According to Li's observation of the battle a few days ago, he found that the moth thieves under Zhang Liang had a good attack and defense, and had a good basis for advance and retreat. It was indeed an unusual Yellow Turban soldiers. They should be the elite tiger and wolf army in the Yellow Turban camp. If Nan Rong led the cavalry to attack hard, our army's casualties would be even more severe."

Huangfu Song stroked his beard and nodded, and asked, "What should you do if you see?"

"When the general, Zhang Jiao has died of illness now. The Yellow Turban is not the Yellow Turban at the time, but just a small beast trapped in the lonely city. That Zhang Liang is even more arrogant and arrogant, not good at strategy. Li has a plan to try!"

"The plan will be released?"

Wang Li lowered his head and said in front of everyone. When the tent was in a tent, he burst into laughter and lingered over more than a thousand tents.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!