The sun's rays were still faint, and they sprinkled down willfully, and the remnants of the sun were like blood, dyeing the entire sky red. As if it had been infected by a pool of blood, it exuded a burst of blood.

Standing in the sun, Ying Fei didn't feel a trace of heat, and the only mildness was like a blunt knife. Little by little, slowly harvesting people's fighting spirit.

Thirteen thousand troops, who had eaten in turn, stood up with a bang. It waits for a fight, just for a war.

The murderous aura slowly dissipated, startling the birds and beasts in the forest. At this moment, Yingfei's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Cao Cao, Dong Zhuo, Yuan Shao, late Eastern Han Dynasty, early Three Kingdoms. The three most beautiful people will gather in Guangzong. Two prime ministers and a great general, each with a unique demeanor.

In the face of the talents who have left their names in history, Ying Fei wants to appreciate what their means are. After a pause, Ying Fei waved his hand, drank, and said.

"Evil comes."

Dian Wei took two steps forward, arched his hand towards Ying Fei, and said, "Lord."

"Thou shalt lead five thousand foot soldiers to be the vanguard. Open the mountain when you meet the mountain, and build a bridge when you meet the water. ”

"No."

……

"Xiao Zhan."

"My lord."

Glancing at Xiao Zhan, his eyes froze, and he said, "You will lead five thousand foot soldiers, thinking that you are the rear army."

"No."

……

"Wei Liang."

"My lord."

Ying Fei stared at Wei Liang, and after half a sound, he said, "Take Wei Wushu as the Chinese army to protect the general."

"No."

Wei Liang arched his hand, his tiger eyes flashed, and he had an epiphany of Ying Fei's plan. Qin's crossbow arrows were shot and exhausted, and Wei Wushu's combat power was sharply reduced.

With Wei Wushu as the Chinese army, it was supported by foot soldiers to reduce its pressure.

"Lin Feng."

His eyes were like torches, flashing with a different look. Ying Fei swept past Wei Liang and turned her eyes to Lin Feng.

"My lord."

"Hmm."

Nodding, Ying Fei, said, "Contacting the various departments of the Black Ice Terrace, I will need all the information along the way."

"No."

Lin Feng gave up his hand, and he disappeared into the crowd at once. The Black Ice Platform is extremely secretive, and everyone under Ying Fei's command only hears his name, but does not see him.

The only person known to everyone as the Black Ice Platform was Lin Feng, the Grand Commander of the Black Ice Platform. It is precisely because of the pervasiveness of the Black Ice Platform and its powerful intelligence capabilities.

Most of the people in the capital are afraid of it. The black ice platform is like a ghost, elusive.

"Huh."

looked at each other and nodded at Guo Jia. Ying Fei shouted and said, "The army is coming to pull."

……

"Drive."

With a loud shout, Ying Fei turned over and got on the horse. His legs tightened, clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse raised its sturdy four hooves and ran wildly.

Herod's ......

The horse neighed, and under the knight's thrust, ran forward. The army marched forward like a hurricane, blowing dust all over the sky.

……

Julu County.

This is the base camp of the Yellow Turbans, and its spiritual leader, the great sage and mentor Zhang Jiao, is personally in charge. 300,000 elite yellow scarves, sufficient grain and grass materials.

Holding on to the city to hold on, this is Zhang Jiao's plan.

Bocai was defeated, and the army of 200,000 was wiped out. Although Zhang Jiao was distressed, he didn't care.

Millions of yellow turbans, 200,000 dead, it's not a big deal. Moreover, Bocai defeated Zhu Jun to besiege Huangfu Song in Changshe, and made a name for himself in Taiping Dao.

In time, those who defect to the Taiping Tao will surely gather. This kind of pomp and circumstance is not at all comparable to the 200,000 army. What's more, it didn't hurt the muscles and bones.

"Bocai."

"General Tiangong."

Zhang Jiao's rules are very strict, and subordinates must salute respectfully when they see it. He believes that the rebellion of the Han Dynasty is due to the corruption of etiquette at the top and bottom, and the failure of the monarch and ministers.

Glancing at Bo Cai, a smile appeared on Zhang Jiao's old face, and said; "Bocai, where are the angels?"

"The pot has passed."

"Hmm."

He nodded, and a cold murderous intent appeared on his wrinkled face. After a moment, Zhang Jiao smiled suddenly. An old face, like a wrinkled chrysanthemum, is slowly blooming.

"Watch its movements, and you will contact them. bribed with a lot of money, and said that Lu Zhi would be withdrawn and returned to Luoyang. ”

Glancing at the outside of the city, he opened his horn and said, "This prince's treasury, you will allow it."

"No."

Bocai turned away, his face unremarkable. However, the horror in the heart is difficult to calm down.

Zhang Jiao always looks like he is about to die every day, but his heart is like a mirror. Now that the war is tense, he knows Zuo Feng's whereabouts well.

This intelligence ability made Bo Cai tremble.

"Hmph."

Looking at Bocai's back, Zhang Jiao snorted coldly. A gold-colored robe, shining in the sun. The yellow scarf in his hand is as bright as the sun, shining brightly.

"Someone."

"Master."

A golden-colored figure suddenly appeared. It is a burly body and very tall.

"Yang Wei, keep a close eye on Bocai. Once there is a change in it, this seat grants you the right to mobilize the golden wrestler, and you can kill it quickly. ”

"No."

Looking at Yang Wei, Zhang Jiao's eyes flashed, as sharp as a sword. Golden Lux is Zhang Jiao's trump card, and its top secret is not even known to Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang.

This is the real heritage, Yellow Turban Lux, all of them are Zhang Jiao's diehards. He preached for more than ten years before forming a golden wrestler.

"Whew."

Exhaled a breath, Zhang Jiao's eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of waves. Since the rebellion of Tang Zhou, he has lacked trust in the disciples.

This distrust includes Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. At this moment, Zhang Jiao was living in a state of panic. He always felt that the whole world was going to seize his power.

This panic has spread again and again. As a result, Zhang Jiao is also guarded by a golden wrestler when he sleeps at this time.

For Zhang Jiao, Golden Lux is the most loyal. subconsciously clenched his hands, holding the nine-section battle tightly, his lips pursed slightly.

Zhang Jiao looked into the distance, and the whole person was a little distracted. The Golden Nine Festival Battle, in addition to being the supreme holy relic of Taiping Dao, is also a symbol of the Lord of the Golden Warriors.

Whoever holds the Golden Nine Sections Battle will be able to command the Golden Warrior.

"Bocai."

Under the sunset, Zhang Jiao's eyes became more and more sharp. The giant deer is his base camp, and without his permission, not a single fly in the city will want to fly out.

Bocai has been moving frequently recently, and he has stepped on the bottom line of Zhang Jiao. Whether it is the yellow turban or the giant deer, there can only be one master, and that is him.

Whoever dares to challenge will be killed!

At this moment, Zhang Jiao's eyes were murderous. The rich murderous aura overflowed, just like substance.

"Hey!"

With a sigh, Zhang Jiao turned to leave. The golden-colored robe, instead of adding the slightest majesty, made it look gloomy. When a person leaves, he is alone.

After that, two golden figures accompanied him from time to time. At this moment, in Julu City, the wind is surging. All kinds of forces are dormant, like poisonous snakes.

Wait for the right moment to deal it a fatal blow. Although Zhang Jiao did not speak, he knew better than anyone.

It's just that in the most dangerous moments, he has to be at the forefront. Only in this way can the morale of the army be calmed. Then, with the strength of the army, it will deter some forces and people with other intentions.