Riding and cutting the imperial pirates of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 91 Back
"He's handsome. He's handsome?"

"Huh?" Under Zhao Hong's repeated yelling, Zhang Rao seemed to wake up from a dream, and looked at the other party in a daze:

"what happened?"

Seeing his lord's distraught look, Zhao Hong felt a little helpless.

He also saw clearly the scene of Wang Zheng riding through Dong Linjun just now, it was indeed very brave and shocking.

But as the commander of the first army, you can't react so much that you haven't recovered for so long, can you?
"Qu Shuai." He asked: "Now that the victory and defeat have been decided, what should our army do next?"

Wang Zheng defeated the official army by himself.
Now that his family's wishful thinking had come to nothing, Zhao Hong felt a little at a loss for a while.

"It's really strong." Zhang Rao answered irrelevantly: "The Yellow Turban Army is not afraid of death and goes forward bravely.
This Shuai Qu said with great emotion: "I have only seen it twice in the past ten years."

"Twice?" Zhao Hong was a little surprised when he heard the words, and asked in amazement, "Which other Yellow Turban Army is so brave?"

"This is such a brave teacher." Zhang Rao smiled: "Of course there are only the troops of the great virtuous and good teachers back then."

Speaking of this, Zhang Rao's eyes exuded an inexplicable look, and he murmured as if lost in memory: "When we were under the command of the great virtuous teacher, many people were like this. Desperate, forgetting to die."

"At that time, we were the real Yellow Turban Army."

"It's only after the World Honored One left." Zhang Rao smiled wryly, and said shyly, "Others call us yellow scarf thieves."

"We really think of ourselves as Yellow Turban bandits!"

Zhao Hong didn't know how to respond to the words "er", and was speechless.

At this time, a sentry strode into the tent and shouted loudly:
"Bing Qushuai, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of the camp. They blocked our army's way."

"People along the way?" Before Zhang Rao could speak, Zhao Hong looked nervous and asked first, "How many are there?"

"The visual estimate is about two thousand."

Hearing this, Zhao Hong first let out a long breath and felt relieved.

This number of people is nothing to be afraid of in front of tens of thousands of people in their own family.

Then he thought of another question.

"Who will it be at this time?"

Zhao Hong was thinking, when Zhang Rao looked over, his eyes met, and the two of them reacted at the same time.

At this time, there are nothing more than three forces in Qi County.

Dong Lin's side had already been defeated and died, and now the soldiers and horses under his command only cared about running for their lives, so how could they have the time to trouble him?

Then it can only be Wang Zheng.

"He was not as strong as the officers and soldiers before, and he dared to allocate half of his troops to stop our army here?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Hong exclaimed in surprise: "This kid is really daring."

"Perhaps he has enough self-confidence, and two thousand soldiers are enough to defeat the official army." Zhang Rao smiled, and continued: "Or maybe"

Although he hadn't finished speaking, Xu Hong already understood what the other party hadn't said.

Wang Zheng must have the same self-confidence. These 2000 people can be like an impregnable wall, trapping nearly [-] of them.

In the event of a conflict, the opponent can come to support immediately.

Is it
Are the more than 2000 people blocking our way as strong as the 2000 people on the plain?
At this time, there was a faint sound of war drums in the distance.

Zhang Rao and Zhao Hong showed surprise at the same time, they rushed out of the tent to a slightly higher place to have a look.

I saw four phalanxes slowly suppressing them from all directions, with more than 500 people in each phalanx.

The banner of "Tiangang" is printed on all sides, fluttering in the wind at each square.

The military capacity is at its peak, and its power is overwhelming.

Pressing forward step by step, the atmosphere suddenly became tense and dignified.

When they reached the place where the arrow was shot, the four formations stopped at the same time, and soon after, a horse rode out from the front and galloped straight here.

This should be the messenger.

Zhang Rao pondered for a moment, then suddenly said to the sentry: "Send someone to communicate."

"If it's a messenger, please come in."

Not long after, a burly man in his 30s walked into the big tent in armor, and without saluting, he just cupped his hands and shouted in a low voice:
"Wu Niu, I met Zhang Qushuai."

Zhang Rao looked at him a few times, saw that he was strong and strong, his eyes were full of evil spirits, and he looked like a first-class fighter who had experienced many battles. He couldn't help but admire him, and said slowly:
"General Tiangong is really powerful, and his subordinates are full of talents."

Zhao Hong was very surprised that Wang Zheng sent such a person as a messenger.

Since ancient times, the two armies have fought against each other. If they send messengers to each other, they must have some kind of strategic purpose.

Regardless of the purpose, most of them want eloquent scribes and the like.

Why let such a rude and inarticulate man be the messenger?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hong asked in a cold voice:
"General Tiangong sent you to our army, why?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Niu answered bluntly:

"General Tiangong was very happy to know that Shuai Qu was here, so he asked me to pass the news and go to the tent of our army commander to meet."

"It's ridiculous." Zhao Hong heard the words and said bluntly: "If you sincerely invite me, why do you want me, Qu Shuai, to go to your army?"

"And why did you send troops to block our army's way?"

"Clearly have ulterior motives and unruly intentions!"

"I'm only responsible for informing you." Wu Niu rolled his eyes strangely when he heard the words: "The general has something to say first, if you go, you will be friends. If you don't go, you will be enemies."

"Bold!"

Hearing this, Zhao Hong suddenly changed his face: "So what if you are an enemy? You can't wait for this number of people, how dare you?"

At this time, Zhang Rao cut off his words: "Military division, please be safe and don't be impatient."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wu Niu and said with a smile: "I am intending to meet General Tiangong in person."

Zhao Hong was anxious when he heard the words: "Shuai Qu, you are the leader of our army, how can you take risks lightly?
"No need to say more." Zhang Rao cut it off with a wave of his hand, and looked at Wu Niu: "Lead the way."

After a while, the camp gate of Zhang Rao's department opened wide, and a group of people came out and drove straight to the plain below the mountain.

At this point, it was almost dusk.

The red sun in the sky is gradually setting on the back of the Bauhinia Mountain, and the earth is dim.

Countless corpses are scattered all over the field, and the victors are cleaning the battlefield, and at the same time, they make up for the corpses from time to time.

When they walked towards the camp where Dong Lin's troops had camped before, they saw flags fluttering, spears like a forest, and all soldiers and generals were standing by here, silently.

Entering the main tent, I saw a group of people guarding a young man like stars around the moon.

At this time, the sky will be dark, and the lights in the tent have not yet been lit, and the darkness and brightness are intertwined.

The young man laughed at Yan Yan, but he couldn't see clearly but still felt extraordinary, like a prison in a mountain.

This is kingship.

I thought of the invincible figure I saw from afar before.

Think of the group of soldiers who followed behind him bravely and bravely.

Zhang Rao suddenly felt that his previous thoughts were ridiculous.

Such a character, such an army.
How could it be possible for a person like myself who has lost his bravery and vigor to control it?

Not to mention being an enemy of it.

Hearing the footsteps coming in, Wang Zheng looked up and said indifferently:

"You are Zhang Rao?"

Hearing these words, Zhang Rao was shocked. Why is this scene so familiar?
He remembered that when he met that person ten years ago, the first sentence he spoke was the same, word for word.

Zhang Rao burst into tears suddenly, couldn't help bowing his head to the ground, and shouted heart-piercingly.

"Great virtuous teacher, you are finally back!"

Zhao Hong, who followed him into the account, happened to see this scene.

Suddenly stunned.

(End of this chapter)