The bricks on Beihai City are black and broken, and they are traces left by the smoke of war.

The Han military flag fluttered on the city gate tower, clamoring with the north wind.

In the open space in front of the city, beside Zhang Niujiao, the Yellow Turban Army was carrying a package and left one after another.

Zhang Niujiao knew that he had lost for a while.

After three days of fierce attack, Zhang Niujiao did not capture Beihai, so he had to keep Guan Hai and Bu Ji to lead 20,000 Yellow Turbans to surround Beihai, and led 30,000 Yellow Turbans to Dongjun to gather great wise men and good teachers from Yi.

The battle situation of other prefectures and counties has not been answered yet, but Zhang Niujiao felt vaguely in his heart that the Yellow Turban, who was invincible and invincible, was defeated by himself and the commander who had never appeared in the North Sea.

Exorcist weak soldiers and deter strong soldiers.

That is definitely not Kong Rong. Kong Rong has a reputation for literature and is not good at military affairs.

The one who defeated him was a military master who had never shown up. He was good at military strategy and could not defeat him even if he used his own magic.

How frustrating and exciting this is!

Zhang Niujiao felt loss, expectation, self-blame, and pride in his heart.

It doesn't matter if he loses, he is just an insignificant member of the Taiping Road. Above him, there are also great and righteous teachers!

The great wise mentor will surely lead us to the final victory and create a new dynasty with a beautiful and peaceful life.

Meeting Gyeonggi again, the unknown commander!

Zhang Niujiao is looking forward to the arrival of this commander. He is looking forward to how this commander faces the attack of the main force of the Yellow Turbans. The great masters of the great Lord Zhang Jiao, the Earth Lord Zhang Bao, and the Human Lord General Zhang Liang, they are powerful sorcerers recognized by the Book of Heaven!

Come on, the nameless commander, I want you to know that the will of the Yellow Turban will not be damaged by a failure.

The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!

Zhang Niujiao's defeat seemed to be a signal.

The believers of Taiping Road hidden in the Yellow Turban Army emerged one after another.

...

On the battlefield of Guangzong, fighting for the whole world.

The Han army had a tight formation. Although the soldiers were not as brave as the Yellow Turban bandits, their armor and weapons and training were far superior to the Yellow Turbans that had rushed to rebel. Therefore, on the battlefield, the Han army with a strict lineup easily suppressed the loose Yellow Turban bandits and gained the upper hand.

The General of the Northern Army, Lu Zhi, was on the battlefield high, stroked his long beard with his hand, and smiled: "The thief is always a thief and cannot become a big climate."

"Lei Gong helps me!"

On a sunny day, a thunderbolt, lightning was like a pillar, as thick as a big tree, instantly killing a brave general.

A charred pit was left on the spot, with black smoke rising, and residual electric arcs kept jumping around.

"Damn it, Zhang Jiao Witchcraft will hurt my general." Lu Zhi widened his eyes and was so angry that he blew his beard.

The generals under the tent were killed, and the Han army's momentum was sharply reduced.

Zhang Jiao has a clear and beautiful appearance, tall and thin figure, snow-white hair, elegant and graceful, and as bright as a spirit. She is wearing a black and white Taoist robe and a yellow square scarf on her head, and looks like a true Taoist.

But seeing Zhang Jiao's thunder and lightning establish his power, he was shocked on the battlefield and raised his arms to shout.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

As the magic spread, the voice resounded throughout Guangzong, and the morale of the Yellow Turbans rose sharply.

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very lucky!"

The Yellow Turbans, with fanatical beliefs and beliefs, frantically attacked the formation of the Han army.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Lu Zhi no longer calmed down, rushed down from the battlefield, turned over and led the rear army to escape.

Guangzong, one battle will be decided, and the Yellow Turban will win.

...

In the battlefield of Changshe, the dew is heavy in the middle of the night.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song discussed secretly.

"Although there are many bandits, they cannot connect with the troops and do not know the number of days. They can build camps based on grass and use fire to destroy them."

"good."

At midnight, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song each led an army and sneaked out of the Changshe, hoping to lead the fire to defeat the thief.

Unexpectedly, Bo had already calculated that the Han army wanted to attack with fire, so he sent out six yellow turbans early, four of which were hidden outside Changshe, rain fell to attack the city, and two of which were hidden on both sides of the camp, and soldiers came to attack.

He dug the earth in the camp and hid his elite troops. He waited for Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song to lead the army into the army and attacked them from three sides.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song were ambushed. The Han army panicked and ran around, causing the camp to ignite and want to die together.

There was no moon in the night, only the fire was jumping. In the depths of the camp, Bo looked at the camps that were catching fire everywhere, calmly looking at the two people beside him.

"Bai Tai, Zhenming, please give me."

Guo Baitai nodded, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, and muttering something.

Wei Zhenming clumsyly raised his hand and arched it. Seeing that Guo Baitai was already chanting the mantra, he quickly chanted the mantra.

"The sky is cloudy and clear, the law is organized, the dragon hides and the clouds return, the nectar falls and the rain comes!"

"Use the oath of water, in your name, in my body, in the water cloud mantra."

The two of them worked together and achieved twice the result with half the effort. A thunder thunder roared in the night sky and a strong wind blew.

The flames were not yet strong, and the heavy rain suddenly fell, extinguishing the flames.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song were ashamed, and led the remaining soldiers to break through and go to Changshe first. They were shocked to realize that Changshe had already changed their flags and flags and led their troops to Zhongmu. Bo Cai led the people to chase after them, with heavy casualties.

Suddenly, a gunfire broke out, and an army broke out from the side, robed and red armored, blocking the way.

The leader is a brave general, seven feet long, thin eyes and long beard, with a heroic posture, a long green steel sword that resists Bocai's weapons, and it is hard to tell the difference.

The black dragon roared, and the shadow of the martial soul appeared.

Bocai's pupils shrank, and his voice was solemn: "Who are you?"

"The Great Han cavalry commander, Cao Mengde, Qiao County, is it."

Bo Cai frowned and looked at the aura surrounding Cao Cao, and was a little surprised.

Black Dragon?

It turned out to be the breath of a dragon, which was interesting.

Bo Cai also has martial souls, and if used, it may not be able to surpass Cao Cao.

Bo Cai looked at Cao Cao deeply, put away his big sword, and gave way.

"Forget it, you go."

Cao Cao was surprised, but since Bo Cai let him go, if he didn't go, wouldn't he lose his life in vain?

With a small bow, Cao Cao led his horse to leave.

There was a general who was not sure about it and said, "Master, why did you let this person go?"

Bo Cai's eyes were solemn: "After this entanglement, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song had already fled far away. Killing a cavalry captain is useless. It is better to stay for the future and cause trouble for the rioters."

Humph, black dragon.

Changshe, one night, the Yellow Turbans, won.

...

Nanyang battlefield, Wancheng.

The sound of killing was everywhere, flying arrows shot randomly, huge rocks spread across the sky, smoke filled the gunpowder, and the beacon was endless.

Zhang Mancheng wore armor and flags, led by the way, not afraid of arrows and stones, risked his life to fight, and with the magical gain of the sorcerer, he killed several generals in a row, and the morale of the Nanyang Army was sharply reduced.

Just as the Yellow Turban soldiers were about to kill the city wall, a general came out at the right time, with a handsome face, wearing a red head, green eyes, and holding a pine-patterned ancient ingot knife. He killed dozens of Yellow Turban thieves in succession, drove the Yellow Turban thieves down the city wall, and temporarily saved Wancheng.

"I am Sun Wentai, Wujun, who dares to fight me?"

A tiger roar was sharp, majestic, violent... deeply pierced into people's hearts and made people feel scared.

As a family of military generals, Sun Jian is different from the lazy Cao Cao. He has long been proficient in family martial arts and has been promoted to a top-notch martial artist, only one big victory away from the enemy of ten thousand people.

"Is it you!"

Sun Jian stepped on the city wall with his feet, his eyes as lightning, sharply terrifying. He stared at Zhang Mancheng under the city wall, his voice was as iron as iron, and he was powerful.

Zhang Mancheng's body surging, and then a mountain pirate came out on the wind, with a leopard head and tiger body, and auspicious clouds, and a sound like a bobcat.

"A mere first-class warrior dares to infringe on the superiors and cause trouble!"

Sun Jian laughed heroically and jumped down. The eight-foot-high city wall was like walking on flat ground, his feet stomped a rushing car toward the city gate, and his body remained motionless.

Zhang Mancheng was frightened, but what he was afraid of was not Sun Jian's commander, but his force.

"It's just a martial man who only shows off his strength."

Zhang Mancheng sneered, waved his hand and thousands of Yellow Turban strongmen appeared from the Yellow Turban stroke.
To be continued...