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Chapter 1012 The defeat of the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou!
"It's a pity that this old fox got away."

As he said this, his fingertips tapped lightly three times on the tassel of the Chunjun sword - this was a code word agreed upon by the two in their early years, meaning "good acting".

Meng Zhang heard it clearly on the galloping Mo Lin horse, his mouth twitched and he almost lost his concentration.

"Captain, next time you want to do this to the Duke of Zhenguo, it's best to find a deserted place, not on a battlefield with so many people around."

Qiao Shefei held back his laughter and handed over the medicine, lowering his voice.

"Shut up!"

Meng Zhang kicked him angrily, but his eyes swept towards the rear army. Those Yellow Turban miscellaneous troops who were driven onto the battlefield were being slaughtered continuously, and the heavy black iron shields of the Yulin Army were harvesting lives like harvesting wheat.

The blood sacrifice that Su Ye wanted has been completed, and those Yellow Turban leaders under his command who have ulterior motives will probably be wiped out without even a bone left.

He lowered his head to look at the "sword wound" on his shoulder. The blood stains formed dark red lines on the black armor. Meng Zhang suddenly chuckled. This duet was in line with what Su Ye often said -

"How can the loyalty, treachery, good and evil in the drama compare to the truth and falsehood on the battlefield?"

The Flying Tiger Cavalry protected Meng Zhang and retreated into the dense forest. The black flag suddenly turned. Su Ye looked at the swaying shadows of the trees in the chariot and his fingertips stroked the pearl on the tassel of the Chunjun sword.

"Suzaku."

"Send a message to the three armies, saying that... Meng Zhang was seriously injured and escaped, and the Azure Dragon Army has become a spent force."

Su Ye suddenly spoke, and the female general in red behind him rode forward.

"promise."

"This drama is finally coming to an end."

Zhuque took the order and left, but Su Ye looked at the direction where Meng Zhang disappeared and murmured.

At the same time, the moment the Mo Lin horse under Meng Zhang's crotch rushed into the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, Meng Zhang suddenly groaned and tore off the black armor. The gold wound medicine on his shoulder mixed with blood rolled down, leaving dark red patterns on the iron armor.

"Qiao Shefei!"

He shouted in a deep voice, pinched the acupuncture points near the wound with his fingertips, and the strong energy rushed through the meridians.

"exist!"

The Zi Ming horse was sticking close to the Mo Lin horse, and Qiao Shefei's two swords were half-unsheathed, and the blades reflected Meng Zhang's pale face.

"That's a little over the top, Old Joe."

The coach suddenly pulled off his bloodstained shoulder pads, revealing the intact white undershirt underneath, with a smile on his face.

"You know anything else?"

Qiao Shefei rolled his eyes and tore open his black cloak, revealing the spare blood bag inside.

Meng Zhang used his hand to press the blood bag on his shoulder. When he put the black armor back on, he looked as miserable as a "seriously injured person".

The remaining flags on the stage fluttered in the wind. Meng Zhang looked at the thirty-six Yellow Turban leaders who were kneeling in front of the stage and hiding in the back, trying to escape from the battlefield, and suddenly chuckled.

"Gentlemen, retreating from the battlefield is not a good habit, but now I will not pursue the matter of you being deserters."

"I just wonder if you are willing to let your Yellow Turban warriors buy me some time to retreat?"

His fingertips stroked the eastern pearl of the Star Sword Tassel, and the blue light made the faces of those generals turn pale and blue.

"Why did Commander Meng say that?"

"Since we have joined your army..."

A Yellow Turban leader stood up first, the bells on his waist jingling. "Join us?"

"Don't think that you have used the reputation of the Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou to do many evil things in Qianzhou since you joined our Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou!"

Meng Zhang suddenly shouted loudly, and the Star Sword chopped off the corner of the table, sending wood chips flying.

The generals looked at each other with grim expressions, and the atmosphere became tense for a while, but at this moment, the rear army suddenly exploded with a column of fire that shot up into the sky.

"I have already ordered the Qinglong Tiansu Army to prepare a retreat, but I'm afraid it won't be so easy for your army to leave at this moment."

Meng Zhang looked at the smoke rising from behind the command platform, and his smile deepened.

"you!"

The Yellow Turban leader jumped up suddenly, and just as he raised the mace in his hand half an inch, he suddenly felt a cold touch on his neck. Qiao Shefei had moved behind him without him knowing, and the tip of the double-edged sword of Doomsday brushed against his Adam's apple, leaving a string of blood.

"You are all smart people. You should know that at this moment, only by fighting to the death to cover the retreat can we win a chance for the army to survive."

Meng Zhang's sleeves fluttered, the mechanism of the command platform started to turn with a loud bang, and thirty-six black screens suddenly unfolded, making the command platform vaguely visible.

"Of course, if someone wants to escape..."

Before he could finish his words, a crossbow arrow suddenly shot out from the gap in the screen, and the three generals who were trying to escape fell to the ground.

The rest of the crowd looked at the twitching corpse on the ground, and fell to their knees with their Adam's apples rolling.

"I am willing to die for Commander Meng!"

Meng Zhang clapped his hands and smiled, blood oozing from the "wound" on his shoulder dripped onto the Star Sword, making his eyes and eyebrows even brighter.

"Yellow Turbans! Follow me..."

He looked at the mass of ragtag troops below the stage and suddenly raised a large black flag.

"withdraw!"

The moment the command flag was waved, the formation of the Qinglong Tianxiu Legion changed abruptly. Jiaomujiao's spearmen suddenly turned into swimming dragons, Kangjinlong's chain hammers formed a dragon head, and Fangritu's rain of arrows weaved a dense net in front of the formation. The entire legion suddenly turned like a living thing, and the dark green dragon scales shimmered in the morning light.

At this moment, on the front battlefield, the Qinglong Tiansu Legion, which had been resisting the offensive of the Qian Army, responded very quickly after Meng Zhang's retreat order was issued, as if they had been prepared, and evacuated the battlefield quickly without any delay!
As early as when he came, Meng Zhang had secretly instructed the Qinglong Tiansu Legion to evacuate the battlefield as quickly as possible after the retreat order was issued, leaving the thirty-six Yellow Turban Army behind to serve as cannon fodder!
Therefore, the reaction of the Qinglong Tianxiu Legion at the forefront was exquisite. With the orderly command of Jiaomu Jiao and Xiao Hanyi, the entire Qinglong army suddenly curled up like a living thing and threw all the pursuers into the wall of sulfur fire.

The light cavalry of Weihuohu had been waiting at the entrance of the secret passage, using their long spears to pick off the legs of the pursuing soldiers and horses, while the heavy infantry of Dituhe were holding broad-bladed knives to cover their retreat.

The most amazing thing was that the Xinyue Fox Tribe suddenly threw out a kerosene tank, which ignited a blazing wall of fire on the retreat route. The Yulin Army, which was chasing in the front, had just rushed through the wall of fire when Fang Ritu's crossbow cart suddenly turned around and fired heavy crossbow arrows specifically at the horses' legs - he calculated that the wall of fire would block the Yulin Army's vision.

"Want to escape? Kill them all!"

Wei Qing's cold shout pierced through the sound of war drums. An earth-shaking shout broke out in the Yulin Army formation. The meteorite spear tips in the hands of the Black Scale Riders who were rushing in the front formed a moving city wall, and the white flags of the White Flag Vanguard shuttled through the formation like lightning.

Ran Min, who was at the front, had already broken into the Yellow Turban army formation. The cold light of his double-edged spear suddenly increased, turning into a meteor and going straight for the Yellow Turban leaders who were trying to flee in panic.

But the Qinglong Tianxiu Legion seemed to have been prepared. There were many escape routes revealed in the flow of the formation. The entire legion was like an antelope hanging on a horn, and they retreated cleanly before the Yulin Army surrounded them.

"Meng Zhang, old thief, don't run away!"

As Huo Qubing shouted, the Black Scale Cavalry suddenly accelerated, their horse spears like long bridges, trying to block the Yellow Turban Army's retreat.

At the same time, the white flags of the White Flag Vanguard in the rear were also approaching, and the thunder chariots and stone bombs followed one after another, specifically attacking the sulfur chariots in the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

The thirty-six Yellow Turban armies that were left behind were also in disarray. They had been driven to the battlefield in the first place, and now the undefeated god of war in their hearts, Marshal Long Xiang, was "seriously injured", and their already extremely chaotic morale collapsed instantly.

(End of this chapter)