Yan County City Tower.
Everyone watched as Xu Rong and the others entered the northern camp.
"Hey!"
Hwa Xiong sighed.
For some reason, he actually felt like a fox grieving over the death of a rabbit.
Dong Zhuo's eyes were malicious." Guo Si, Li Jue, prepare all the defensive weapons. I'm afraid it won't be long before the Yellow Turban Army attacks Yan County. This is our last chance!"”
"Here!"
Guo Si and Li Jue replied.
Li Ru tugged at his clothes and said indifferently,""My lord, we should head to Bingzhou after this battle. If we continue to stay in Liangzhou, we will only be swallowed up by Yan Chuan bit by bit.”
"Yan Chuan!"
Dong Zhuo's eyes were filled with anger.
He just couldn't understand how a young man who had been in Yu School for thirteen years could be so powerful.
When the Great Han returned, he rode the clouds and transformed into a dragon, soaring into the sky. He alone, with a saber, suppressed Luoyang and Liangzhou. No one could raise their heads.
Outside Whiterun City.
The iron and blood army's long sabers shone brightly.
"Pa!"
Yan Chuan dismounted.
His gaze swept across the battlefield that was soaked in blood and covered in broken limbs.
"General Yan, are we going to Yan County now?" Lu Bu frowned.”
The Dragon Sparrow in Yan Chuan's hand flipped over a Yellow Turban soldier's corpse. His expression was ugly as he said,"" It's already starting to rot. If we don't deal with it now, it will become a plague. The entire East County will be affected. Cremate these corpses immediately!”
"Here!"
Lu Bu shouted.
Two hours later.
Lu Bu raised his torch and burned tens of thousands of corpses.
The flames soared into the sky, and the stench that spread out spread in all directions, making people frown.
"Gulp!"
Yan Chuan sipped his saliva and said indifferently," Zhang Jiao dares to call himself a great teacher? He didn't even take care of his body after the war. It seems that he is just an ordinary person. He is not worthy of causing a war that will affect the eight states!"”
"Yan Jiang!"
Zhang Xiu rode over.
"Are the scouts back?" Yan Chuan asked with narrowed eyes.”
" The main force of the Yellow Turban has already entered the territory of Yan County," Zhang Xiu said respectfully." Some of them are strong men with Yellow Turban heads!"”
"Is Zhang Jiao here?"
Yan Chuan turned around and asked.
"Zhang Bao, the Earth Duke General, and Zhang Niujiao, the Youzhou Marshal, have at least 250,000 soldiers!" Zhang Xiu shook his head and said respectfully.”
"Dong Zhuo!"
Yan Chuan's expression changed slightly.
Zhang Jiao had completely occupied Jizhou.
Now, Zhang Bao was the only one in East County, which showed that he was not the entire main force.
Dong Zhuo had tens of thousands of elite Western Liang cavalrymen, but they had been defeated by Zhang Bao?
"Let's go!"
"Yan County!"
Yan Chuan hung up the water bag and headed towards Yan County with a fierce gaze.
A day later.
Outside Yan County.
The army stretched out endlessly, and the sound of gongs and drums filled the sky.
The horn of war sounded, and the Yellow Turban Army covered the mountains and plains.
At the Northern Army camp.
Outside the gate.
The clan member looked at the vast army in the distance and said in a deep voice,""General Xu Rong, there are only a few elites in the Yellow Turban Army, which is what they call the Yellow Turban Strongmen. In this battle, our northern army will use the Yellow Turban Strongmen as an opening.”
Xu Rong mounted his horse, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face as he said,"The northern army will live and die with us. How can we allow our comrades to kill us? In this battle, we will be wrapped in horse leather and buried in green mountains.”
"No grudges in life and death!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
More than five thousand wounded soldiers rode out of the camp on Western Liang warhorses.
"Stomp!"
"Stomp!"
Zhang Bao rode out.
Behind him, there were a large number of elites and even five to six thousand cavalrymen.
Zhang Bao's gaze was mocking as he said disdainfully," Zong Yuan, the emperor is fatuous, the officials are incompetent, and the people are in dire straits. Even a famous general like Lu Zigan, who has made outstanding contributions, has been imprisoned. It can be seen that this dynasty is rotten to the bones. If you join our Revolutionary Army, you will definitely be a commander who is below one person and above ten thousand people!”
"Bullshit!"
Zong Yuan shouted coldly.
Zhang Niujiao held a spear and advised,""Clan member, you fought alongside Lu Shuai for so many years and watched as he was imprisoned?”
"Stabbing!"
The sect member tore off a piece of his white robe and slowly tied the saber to his hand. He sneered,"From the eighth year of Wu, I followed Marshal Lu to quell the rebellion of Jiujiang, kill the Wuhuan outside the pass, and behead the bewitching Demonic Priest. The north and south of the Great Han Dynasty are bleeding with the blood of my comrades.”
"General Xu, will you surrender?"
Zhang Bao turned to look at Xu Rong.
The three brothers were all ambitious people.
They knew that the Yellow Turban Army was just a group of people without any fighting strength. If they wanted to achieve great things, they had to recruit generals and strategists.
If not, they were just like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang. The war had led to the beginning of chaos. In the end, it was the other capable heroes who had the ability to dominate the world.
A lesson from the past.
The army behind the chariot.
If a famous general of the Great Han surrendered, it would be an opportunity to accumulate strength.
"Clang!"
Xu Rong pulled out his saber and pointed it at Zhang Bao. He sneered and said,"Traitor, how dare you boast so shamelessly? I, Xu Rong, am not afraid of a battle. Today, either you die or I die!”
"Fight!"
More than 10,000 North soldiers.
Thousands of wounded soldiers.
They were all pointed at him and spoke fiercely.
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