Since they were going to Qingzhou, Liu Hao didn't hesitate. He gave the order to set off for Qingzhou. Because it wasn't far, they would arrive in six hours.
The entire army was mobilized. Together with the black-armored cavalry Zhang Fei had brought and the nearly 10,000 Yellow Turban captives, Liu Hao's current military strength had reached 11,000.
Once the entire army moved out, dust immediately flew into the air, and the ground trembled.
"That Liu Hao has already sent out his troops.”
Just as Liu Hao moved, a Yellow Turban soldier wearing a Yellow Turban stuck his head out from a distant hill and said.
There was another person beside him. After hearing these words, he quickly rode his horse toward Qingzhou.
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In the direction of Qingzhou, when Liu Hao received Liu Yan's order to send troops, Qingzhou had been besieged for some time.
Gong Jing spent all day curled up in the city, not daring to go to the front line easily. He was deeply afraid that he would be killed by the arrows of the Yellow Turban Army while standing on the city wall.
"I say, Governor Gong, we should give up on Qingzhou to avoid hurting the innocent.”
A loud shout came from outside the city gate. The voice was filled with ridicule and contempt.
This person held two large sabers in his hands. He was a little burly, with a moustache and thin eyes. He was in his prime. This person was the Yellow Turban Army's commander, Bo Cai, who had attacked Qingzhou this time!
There was no sound in the city. Bo Cai simply smashed the two large blades on the ground. Immediately, the ground trembled as if something heavy had smashed into it.
"Alright, alright. I'll see how long your real city can last.”
After saying this, Bo Cai actually ordered all the Yellow Turban soldiers to rest and reorganize on the spot, right under the city. This could be said to be bullying people to the extreme.
Gong Jing, who was in the city, gritted his teeth in hatred. Unfortunately, he did not have many soldiers at his disposal. This time, Bo Cai had led 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers.
"Go and find out if General Liu has arrived.”
Taking a deep breath, Gong Jing calmed himself down and said hurriedly. The only person who could save Qing Zhou now was Liu Hao.
After Bo Cai ordered the tents to be set up, he chatted and laughed with the soldiers. Before evening came, the fragrance of meat wafted into the city, making him feel very happy.
The soldiers guarding the city of Qingzhou were dispirited under such torture. If Bo Cai wanted to attack the city, he would have already broken through.
"Report, a Han army is rapidly approaching from Yingchuan.”
When the sky gradually darkened, a Yellow Turban soldier hurriedly came forward and said.
"Is it Liu Hao's army?"
Bo Cai asked with narrowed eyes.
"That's right. A spy saw him marching from Yingchuan.”
the soldier replied.
Bo Cai slowly stood up and pulled out the two large knives. With a clear whistle, the blades of the large knives flickered with an extremely dazzling cold light in the night, causing the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers to tremble.
"General Heaven Duke has ordered that this person must be killed!”
Bo Cai's eyes turned cold, and his eyes were actually filled with a scarlet light. In an instant, an incomparably terrifying killing intent was released from the vicinity of the city.
If one stood in the sky and looked down, it was not difficult to see that the dense killing intent was swirling around each other, forming a blood-red Eight Trigrams pattern. It was very eye-catching.
Immediately after, the originally noisy outside of Qingzhou City instantly became silent. Other than the sound of the wind, there was no other sound.
Gong Jing, who hadn't heard the laughter of the Yellow Turban soldiers for a long time, walked out of the City Lord's Mansion curiously and walked up the city wall for the first time.
Standing on the city wall and looking down, one could see the thick blood covering the sky and the endless demonic wind. It could be called Asura Hell. The endless tents outside the city had disappeared, as if the Yellow Turban Army had never appeared.
"They retreated?"
Gong Jing was overjoyed.
"Governor, they shouldn't be retreating so easily. Moreover, with such a phenomenon, they are probably using some yao art.”
A general who had some insight replied after taking a look. His request was extremely solemn.
The Yellow Turban scourge was able to create a great momentum and threaten the entire Great Han Dynasty. Apart from the fact that many people responded, the Yellow Turban army's commander and three generals were unfathomable and knew demonic arts.
With the support of yao arts, the Yellow Turban Army was almost invincible. It was not easy to defeat such a powerful and mysterious army.
"This is probably to deal with the reinforcements this time.”
The general of the city guard said in a deep voice.
"Then what are we waiting for? Quickly send someone to inform the reinforcements of this news.”
Gong Jing said anxiously. At present, there was no one else who could save Qingzhou except for the Great Han reinforcements.
"Sigh, Governor, we are also trapped here. It is impossible to inform the reinforcements at this time.”
The general sighed.
Gong Jing's face turned ashen when he heard that. He kept muttering that he was done for.
Whoosh.
A gentle breeze blew, and the torches on the city wall flickered.
Gong Jing had already returned to the city, and the number of soldiers guarding the city had increased by quite a bit. This was the only thing they could do at the moment.
Ta Ta.
Right at this moment, the sound of several horse hooves slowly came from afar. Under the wind, it was somewhat indistinct.
"Hurry up and cheer up. There's an enemy attack.”
The general immediately quivered and hurriedly shouted.
When the soldiers heard this, they all tensed up and looked at the source of the sound.
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