Dawn. After a night of hustle and bustle, Beihai City returned to its former calm, the peace of the hearts of the people and soldiers. The city is not peaceful, and after the rest of the catastrophe, there are too many things to pack up, and it is always calm.

At the gate of the city, Kong Rong stood at the gate and looked at Liu Bei and his party. Behind him, the officials of Beihai City, large and small, gathered at the gate of the city.

"Xuande, aren't you going to stay a few more days?" Kong Rong said.

"Nope. Thanks to Kong Taishou's kindness, I heard that Lu Zhonglang was refusing to fight the Yellow Turban Thief in Guangzong, and was about to go to help fight a battle, so I didn't stay long. Liu Bei led his war horse and politely rejected Kong Rong's kindness.

It turned out that he planned to go north to Guangzong in Jizhou after clearing the Yellow Turban thieves who were wandering around Qingzhou City, but because Kong Rong asked for help, it was delayed for three days when he came here. He didn't know when the Battle of Guangzong would begin, but he knew that time was running out, and it would take some time for him to go north, and if he stayed in Beihai, he might not be able to catch up with the Battle of Guangzong.

In the battle of Guangzong, Liu Bei still hopes to catch up, and the war is the opportunity for him to come out in a white body. Otherwise, according to the regular official path, no matter how much he Liu Bei goes, he will not be able to go to the court. Compared to this road related to the future, what is the pleasure of staying in Beihai City? Pleasure is the poison that consumes people, and Liu Bei knows that he is far from the day of pleasure now.

"Okay." Kong Rong nodded. Liu Bei's answer was indeed what he expected, and Kong Rong had already prepared a thank you gift, ready to help Liu Bei.

"Smack." The palms of the hands clapped, and a crisp sound sounded.

With Kong Rong's applause, a group of soldiers appeared, carrying various supplies, and came to Kong Rong's side. They struggled to carry it, which probably had something to do with the number of these items, including armor, weapons, and some grain, grass, gold and silver, all of which were gifts from Kong Rong to Liu Bei, and also the military funds to fund his northward trip to Guangzong.

Beihai has enough grain, otherwise Guan Hai would not have used the excuse of borrowing grain to find Kong Rong to borrow grain, of course, for the Yellow Turban Thief Army, even if there is more grain and grass, Kong Rong will not leak a trace of it from his hands. The thief is greedy, there is no return, and Kong Rong himself is a Confucian scholar, so he will not do anything to make enemies. But for Liu Bei, who is in the same camp, Kong Rong will not be so stingy, and this bold shot undoubtedly proves this.

"Xuande, there are clothes, armor, grain and grass, as well as weapons, a little material, please accept it!" Kong Rong spoke solemnly, and his voice was full of categorical and unquestionable.

"This ......" Liu Bei clenched his fists, Kong Rong's these things were great gifts, and he had no way to refuse. Because of these village warriors under his command, the armor and weapons on many people are still similar to those of the Yellow Turban Thief Army, the same dilapidated, as soon as these materials are replenished, it is a big update, which can quickly enhance the combat effectiveness of the entire army.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey." He said.

"Okay." Kong Rong nodded with satisfaction and continued: "Then I wish Xuande a smooth journey and a victory!" ”

Nanyang City. It's the same morning, but compared to Beihai City, the bloody breath in Nanyang City is much less, and there is no such smell of gunsmoke. The entire Nanyang City has been restored, and there are only those houses in the city that were hit by stones and turned into ruins when the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army attacked the city, and there are still some broken walls, proving the thrill of the original battle. But even so, the people in Nanyang City have begun to rebuild their homes on the ruins.

In the school field in Nanyang City, 5,000 cavalry have been fully equipped, and the armor on each cavalry and the weapons in their hands are extremely sophisticated. On their bodies, there are no traces left by the previous battles at all, and the only thing that exists is the stagnant iron-blooded breath, high morale, and the compelling edge in their eyes.

They have experienced more than ten days of blood and fire in Nanyang City, and every day someone dies, and someone loses their hands and feet. There was a rain of arrows, a stone throw, and waves of countless siege Yellow Turban thieves, every day, every moment, there was no stop, and the soul was washed away from all the dust under such high-intensity oppression.

In such an environment, if you can't die, you will inevitably leave something behind. These 5,000 cavalrymen are the elite who survived the battle, with the breath of the offensive and defensive battles, and there are countless things left on their bodies, such as scars, among which the most useful on the battlefield is coldness, indifference, and trust in each other.

Five thousand cavalry, five thousand war horses, this is the greatest wealth of Nanyang City, and it is also the strongest combat power that Qin Jie can come up with. He was now wearing a helmet and armor, and he was also sitting on the back of a war horse, followed by Huang Zhong, who was carrying a bow and arrows and a long sword with a sheath.

Outside the phalanx of 5,000 cavalry, there were 200 cavalrymen, also dressed in armor with cold faces. Unlike the 5,000 cavalry, these 200 cavalry, all of them are players! In the Battle of the City, the bravest and most outstanding players are here. It was precisely because of their performance in the battle to defend the city that Qin Jie would allow them to join, and equip everyone with equipment that was not bad as the cavalry under his command, even the war horses.

Massive hemorrhage! For any Indigenous official right now, it's a hemorrhage and a gamble. Inhumans were originally the spokesmen of distrust, and all kinds of behaviors also showed their uncontrollability, even if someone suddenly ran away with a war horse and a piece of equipment, there was no surprise at all.

But for these two hundred players, that's nothing. Maybe they once cared about these foreign objects, but now they are not envious, those unattainable equipment, war horses are now on their bodies, why care?

What they care more about now is the glory on their bodies and the self that came out of the flames of war! Soldier! Is this a soldier?

Every player's cavalry's heart is surging, and a heart beats violently, which is the desire for war. They longed, longed to squander their blood on the battlefield, and what they naturally once longed for had gradually faded away and disappeared without a trace.

"What I should say, I said!"

"All the troops will follow me to the aid of Guangzong and wipe out the Yellow Turban thieves!" Qin Jie rode his horse and galloped out, and the flag held by the flag bearer next to him fluttered, and the hunting sounded.

"Swear to destroy the Yellow Turban!" The entire school yard erupted in an earth-shattering roar, and the trampling of horses' hooves suddenly began.

(End of chapter)

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