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The lightning suddenly illuminated the face of Zhang Jiao, who was fleeing in a hurry, and his face was pale and hideous.

Zhang Jiao's originally pale face became even more terrifying after it became hideous, and he changed his usual appearance of the fairy wind bone.

The three Zhang brothers fled with the yellow scarves all the way, and the official army pursued them all the way. It wasn't until dawn that the Yellow Turbans escaped from the pursuit of the Huangfu army.

"Run, alas, exhausted!"

"It seems that there is a river in front of me, I am dying of thirst, I want to drink water."

The Yellow Turban Army lost their armor and fled, very embarrassed, and many of the yellow turban belts on their heads fell off. One by one, they were panting, their bodies were in tatters, their faces were haggard, and they had no fighting spirit.

When they saw a river in front of them, they ran to the river to drink and rest.

Zhang Jiao rode a yellow horse with Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang on the left and right, and the three of them also looked crumbling on the horse. The horn was scattered, and the sweat was like rain and the hair was wet, sticking to the cheeks, looking very embarrassed. The pale face Yin Tang faintly blackened, which was in stark contrast to the pale complexion.

Click~

Another flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and thunder resounded across the land. The yellow scarves by the river were startled, and one of the timid yellow scarves fell into the river in fright. The tired yellow turban laughed. It made the embarrassed Yellow Turbans feel a little better, but they didn't know that they would face greater danger of life and death.

The lightning also illuminated Zhang Jiao's pale complexion, and Zhang Bao on the side glanced at it inadvertently, his fingers trembled slightly, and his complexion changed. He seemed to see the dead air coming out of Zhang Jiao's forehead just now, and he comforted himself that it was just the black gas of the night, and he must have been dazzled.

"Big brother, there is a river over there, it seems to be the Zhanghe River. The believers were tired of evacuating Guangzong overnight, and we also rested here for a while. Zhang Baodao.

"Yes, brother, I'll let the soldiers rest and march tomorrow at noon." Zhang Liang saw that those yellow scarves had already gone to the river to fetch water, so he also suggested. In fact, the physical fitness of the two of them is stronger than Zhang Jiao, although they are very tired, but they are mainly for Zhang Jiao's consideration.

"Okay, get off the horse and rest, and fight the officers and soldiers again tomorrow!" Zhang Jiao scattered, turned over and dismounted, and staggered towards the Zhanghe River. Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang hurriedly followed.

Zhang Jiao walked to the river, picked up a handful of river water, splashed it on his face, wiped his old face with both palms, and suddenly the cool river water made Zhang Jiao sober up a lot. After washing my face, I felt that the tiredness had disappeared a lot, and my mind was much clearer.

By this time it was already dark and a sun had risen over the horizon. A ray of sunlight shone on the Zhanghe River, causing Zhang Jiao to see his own pale face from the river, and his heart was shocked. Since he learned the Tao, he still has some understanding of Fang Shu, and he knows that his current situation is very bad.

Then he got up and glanced at the riverbank, his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "Retreat, retreat, leave the riverbank, run." Immediately Zhang Jiao turned around and ran forward quickly, although Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang didn't know what the situation was, they still ran with Zhang Jiao out of trust.

"What?"

"Run for what?"

"Something's wrong."

When the yellow scarves saw Zhang Jiao shouting and running, they were very puzzled and looked at Brother Zhang Jiao curiously. Of course, many of them began to follow suit.

Boom, boom~~

There seemed to be some sound coming from the upper reaches of the Zhanghe River, like the sound of thousands of horses galloping, and it seemed to be the sound of an explosion.

The Yellow Turban Army looked upstream, and Zhang Jiao also ran as usual, turning his head to look. I saw the upstream Zhanghe River rushing down, the Zhanghe River was still a very calm river, but now the river water is rising rapidly, and the upstream water rushes straight down, it is really like the whole army and thousands of horses rushing straight over, more terrible than the flood and beasts.

"Run, the flood is coming, hurry~ah."

"Ah~ save me!"

The Nazhang River overflowed, forming a flood that rushed down and quickly engulfed the yellow turbans that had no time to escape.

Some yellow scarves are far away from the Zhanghe River, and some people react faster and run away, and these yellow scarves escape. However, there are many yellow scarves that are too close to the Zhanghe River, and even many yellow scarves are squatting on the edge of the Zhanghe River to drink water. Those who reacted slowly were swept away by the rushing river.

Although Zhang Jiao was washing his face by the river, he avoided the river because he reacted quickly and ran quickly. It's just that some of the rivers are ankle-high, but they're safe.

Zhang Jiao gasped and stroked his chest, with a panicked look on his face. sighed in his heart, fortunately, at dawn, he saw clearly in time that the water of the Zhanghe River was inconsistent with the original bank at that time, and it was obvious that the water level of the Zhanghe River had decreased a lot. Immediately thought that someone upstream had intercepted the river, and hurriedly escaped. It's just that although he found it quickly, it was the speed of the upstream release, and the other Yellow Turban soldiers were already very tired and resting, although they had Zhang Jiao's order, but they didn't have time to react for a while.

"Save people, save people."

"Damn the officers and soldiers, damn the river."

Zhang Jiao hurriedly checked the yellow scarf at this time and found that at least half of the yellow scarf had been washed away. I was in a hurry and felt very remorseful, I shouldn't have rested by the river, and I was also distracted by the defeat of Guangzong. It's just that it's useless to regret it now, after all, you can't save the washed away yellow scarf no matter what. The only way to make safe yellow scarves is to try to save those yellow scarves that have not been completely washed away to minimize the loss.

At a high and low upstream, Luo Gan looked at the yellow scarves that had been washed away downstream, and some people were struggling in the river, and his mood was a little complicated.

People say that water and fire are ruthless, and it is true.

Originally, the Zhang Jiao brothers in Guangzong City had a total of about 80,000 yellow turbans, but later lost tens of thousands in a battle outside the city. Guangzong was chased and killed by the Huangfu army, at least more than 20,000 people were killed, and thousands of troops fled. Zhang Jiao finally escaped to the Zhanghe River with more than 40,000 yellow scarves, and now most of the yellow scarves have been washed away by the Luogan barrage, and now there are only about 20,000 soulless yellow scarves around Zhang Jiao.

"Lord, my iron bull's hands are itchy, the military advisor won't let me attack the city, now it's time to let the iron bull go down and kill that horned old man, hehe!" Li Kui raised his double-plate axe and grinned.

"Yes, Master Wu has a clever plan, I thought I would wait here in vain. The lord ordered an attack, and now those yellow turbans have long since lost their souls, let's kill them. Chao Gai clenched the long knife in his hand, and his mood was also very excited.

Luo Gan turned around and looked back, and saw that his more than 3,000 subordinates all looked warlike, and nodded with satisfaction, and his heart was also very excited.

Originally, Luo Gan reported the weakness of Guangzong's city wall to Huangfu Song, and suggested that he take advantage of the night to storm Guangzong City while the Yellow Turban was negligent in taking precautions. However, Wu Yong, the military advisor, suggested to Luo Gan that even if Guangzong was breached, there were many Yellow Turbans after all, and Zhang Jiao would easily escape from Guangzong City. And there is a Zhanghe River outside Guangzong City, which can chase and drive the Yellow Turban to the edge of the Zhanghe River when Zhang Jiao is fleeing. When the time comes, intercept the river and wait for the water to flood the horns.

So Luo Gan transferred his first master, Wang, to go in as the vanguard to attack Guangzong, and he took Li Kui, Chao Gai, Bao Xu and Wu Yong to lead 3,000 men and horses from his headquarters to the upper reaches of the Zhanghe River, and then flooded Zhangjiao.

"Lord, it's a good time, give the order to rush and kill!" Wu Yong looked at the yellow scarves downstream with satisfaction, and said to Luo Gan with a smile.

"Okay, all the soldiers will go down with me and capture Zhang Jiao! Kill! Luo Gan held a spear in his hand and shouted loudly and took the lead in killing Zhang Jiao.

"Kill!"

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Li Kui and others and more than 3,000 soldiers followed Luo Gan and rushed down to kill.

The yellow turbans had just come to their senses from the panic of being swept away by the river. Then he heard a shout of killing, and saw a group of troops killed upstream. They were all shocked, many yellow scarves had even lost their weapons just now, and they had no desire to fight at all.

Luo Ganjun killed the Yellow Turbans and killed the Yellow Turbans, Zhang Jiao saw that the believers had no resistance, only knew to escape, and Luo Ganjun was simply like harvesting corn, killing those Yellow Turbans.

Zhang Jiao reluctantly turned over on the horse led by Zhang Bao, and the three of them continued to flee in embarrassment like other yellow scarves.