The city is full of Yellow Turbans

Chapter 243, Huang Zhong's Tomb

"Following the words of filial piety, it is exactly what I want, and the three armies are ordered to take a detour."

After another half day, when they met the reinforcements from Nanyang again, Xu Feng still did not fight and continued to detour. These troops were all rescuers who came to Luoyang for rescue. Although Xu Feng was sure of victory, the 5000 troops, Based on the foundation of Yizhou, Xu Feng didn't want the soldiers to be injured again unless it was absolutely necessary. Since Luoyang has Peng Tuo in command, let him handle it.

"Nanyang?"

In the Battle of Zizhu Forest in Nanyang, both of my generals died at the hands of Huang Zhong. Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, the top generals in the world, accompanied me all the way to fight in the north and south. The leader, without him, I would not be able to join the Yellow Turban so smoothly.

"Huang Zhong, if you don't die, I, Xu Feng, will let you die sooner or later." Thinking of those soldiers who died in Zizhu Forest, Xu Feng couldn't help gritting his teeth with hatred.

"Turn around and go to the Purple Bamboo Forest!"

"My lord, don't do it. The news of Luoyang City is about to spread all over the world. Even the reinforcements from Nanyang, Yingchuan have been dispatched. This is a good time to get out and leave. If you don't leave, things will change later." Guo Jia hurriedly said. persuade.

"The Battle of Zizhu Forest was the most tragic battle in my life since Xu Feng fought. It not only lost more than ten thousand soldiers, but the general Zhou Cang Pei Yuanshao died at the hands of Huang Zhong. I will never forget this battle in my life. Farewell, I don’t know when I will be able to return to the capital and revive my yellow scarf tiger prestige, Feng Xiao don’t persuade me any more, I’ve made up my mind.”

"Why? My lord, this trip is so dangerous, I hope my lord will think twice." Never seeing Xu Feng so resolute, Guo Jia's heart moved slightly, and he persuaded him again.

"Come here, see the dead brothers, let them go with peace of mind, let them go with peace of mind."

Turning around, looking directly at Guo Jia, Xu Feng said seriously, "Secondly, remind yourself to remember the humiliation of the day, and let your soldiers always remember it." I couldn't help but took a few steps back, and suddenly realized in my heart.

Purple Bamboo Forest, on the banks of the Fei River, the lush bamboo forest in the past has long been reduced to ashes following Xu Feng's fire. Although it is already March, the Purple Bamboo Forest is still desolate, losing the lushness of the old green trees. Looking up at the scene, the eyes are bleak and there is no scenery, but the huge mound standing in the middle of the bamboo forest is particularly eye-catching.

Tens of thousands of yellow scarf soldiers in plain clothes stood solemnly and surrounded the mound in an orderly manner. Each of them was full of grief and indignation, their faces were heavy, and many soldiers had ruddy eyes with teardrops in their eyelids.

Xu Feng was dressed in a white robe and stood in the middle of the front row. After half an hour passed, his body remained motionless, just quietly looking at the mound in front of him.

Dian Wei, Zhang Fei, Yu Jin and others stood beside Xu Feng, but they didn't say a word. Everyone was very sad. Ten miles away, there were scouts from yellow scarf soldiers, walking around and patrolling from time to time, on guard. Watching, if there is any trouble, these scouts will definitely tell Xu Feng as soon as possible.

The scene was solemn, except for the sound of the water flowing in the Feishui River, there was no sound for several miles away.

Dian Wei's Tiger Guards, Zhang Fei's Iron Cavalry, Bo Cai's Guards, Sun Xia's Nanyang Army, all lined up neatly, all looking up at the huge mound in front of them. Although there is no tombstone on the mound, everyone's heart I know that many brave and senseless brothers are buried here, and there are even two former tiger generals——Zhou Cang Pei Yuanshao.

After a long time, Xu Feng raised his head suddenly, glanced at everyone, and ordered loudly, "Put wine, toast for our dead heroes, and for the brothers who lived and died in the past."

"Here!"

Some soldiers promised loudly, and not long after, more than a hundred elite soldiers brought high-quality wine and filled it up for everyone one by one.

"There are all of them, toast to the old brothers." Xu Feng said, turned around, faced the earthen grave, knelt on one leg, raised the wine bowl in his hand, and shouted with a very respectful expression.

"Hoohoo!"

All the soldiers behind him, together with the more than 300 family members standing outside, also knelt down one by one. Since these family members have already chosen their husbands and married Xu Feng's brother-in-law, they are naturally their own people, and there is nothing to see , even Diao Chan, who was standing beside Wang Yun, was wearing a white dress, her hair was pulled up in a high bun, and her expression and demeanor were consistent with Xu Feng's.

More than ten thousand soldiers all knelt down in unison. Following Xu Feng's movements, everyone respectfully sprinkled the wine in their hands on the place where brother Paozhe bleeds and sacrificed in the past.

After toasting three bowls of water and wine, Xu Feng led the crowd to stand up, turned around, Xu Feng nodded in relief, looked at the crowd, and said loudly, "The battle in the Zizhu Forest, my Yellow Turban brothers, fight to the death with blood, for the Yellow Turban dominance , more than 8000 brothers finally stayed on this land. Without them, I, Xu Feng, would not be where I am today, and I would not be where you are today. To discuss, destroy the Han army, break the Xiongguan, sweep the prefectures and counties, and approach the gods, why are we so desperate? It is to be worthy of the dead brothers, for the persistence in our hearts to overthrow the fatuous Han Dynasty, brothers, today I Xu Feng More than [-] brothers and spirits in Zizhu Forest swear that they will not destroy the Han Dynasty, and they will not give up."

"I will not destroy the Han Dynasty, and I will never give up."

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone followed Xu Feng and shouted angrily, the voice reverberated for a long time, resounding forever.

"This..." Cai Yong and Wang Yun, the 'difficult brothers and sisters' standing in the crowd, looked at each other, feeling helpless.

"I will not destroy the Han Dynasty, I will not give up!"

"Cang Tian is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

The loud and powerful sound, along with the sound of the noisy flowing water, is endless and lasts for a long time.

"Boys, if you leave Luoyang today, this commander will definitely make a comeback in the future. By then, I believe that no one in the world will dare to underestimate the might of my Yellow Turban soldiers. Whoever dares to stop us will be trampled under our feet. How can you do that?" no confidence?"

"Have!"

"Do you dare to follow me to Xichuan to make a scene?"

"dare!"

"I just got the news that the front troops led by Guo Zhan were besieged by the Prime Minister of Yizhou. Unfortunately, Guo Zhan died in battle, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. How do you settle this account?"

"Destroy the Maxiang."

"Fuck, fuck it, kill his whole family."

"Kill the horse!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and annoyed. They glared at each other with murderous intent, like a group of ferocious beasts that had been imprisoned for many years, about to open their bloodthirsty fangs.

"Okay, let's go, the goal is Yizhou."

"Oh, this Yizhou, I'm afraid it will be difficult to be peaceful again." Looking at Xu Feng and others who were murderous, Wang Yun sighed helplessly.

"Who says it's not? Everyone in the world says that the Yellow Turban Army is like a mess of loose sand, unorganized and disorderly. It's a group of chaotic, low-combat lambs. It's ridiculous. How can this be a herd of sheep? It's just a pack of wolves. Moreover, what is even more frightening is that the leader is not a wolf, but a tiger that is more ferocious and bloodthirsty than a wolf." Cai Yong on the side agreed with the old man's opinion.

"Set off!"

With Xu Feng's order, Dian Wei took the horn in his hand and blew it loudly. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, more than [-] soldiers lined up neatly and orderly, representing the yellow banner of supreme glory. Hold it high, and for a while, the flag bursts and flutters in the wind.

Surprisingly, Xu Feng did not walk in the middle of the team, but ordered everyone to continue marching, and rode his horse and whip to the side of the Feishui River.

There are overgrown weeds near the riverside, which is nothing unusual, but there is a small pile of stones piled up in front of the Huangjin earthen grave. If you don't look carefully, it is not noticeable, but Xu Feng's eyes are so sharp. When we arrived at the Purple Bamboo Forest, we found a pile of stones, but we didn’t have time to take a look at it. Suddenly, we found a small tombstone standing on the pile of stones. The small characters engraved on the tombstone immediately caught Xu Feng’s attention. Get off the horse, walk up to him, take a closer look, Xu Feng was stunned, "Father Huang Zhong's tomb"

The handwriting was beautiful and delicate, and when he thought about it carefully, Xu Feng immediately petrified on the spot.

Peng Tuo felt that his life was like a tragedy. He had an army of 13 under his command, and a poorly guarded city of Luoyang, which had just been captured by Xu Feng, to him was undoubtedly an easy thing to get.But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny. Seeing that the Luoyang imperial city will immediately fall into his hands, Dong Zhuo's Xiliang iron cavalry is coming, so let's come, but like a flood of beasts, [-] troops come in full force, and Peng is out of his hands Although the number of soldiers is small, there are still [-] troops. It is not easy to retreat completely, but it is not easy to think that within half a day, the [-] troops are almost dead and wounded. Compared with others, Xiliang cavalry It sounds like scum at all.

"Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, quickly think of a way. Now that the Xiliang army is besieging the city, how can we get out?"

"Ah? Where are you? Has any of you seen Mr. Yu?"

Not only did Yu Du run away, but when Peng Tuo turned around to look around, the thousands of relatives beside him also ran away one by one, and kept slipping away from him, not at all, but in front of Peng Tuo's eyes. Leave with a straight face.

"Come back, violator, kill!"

Before Peng Tuo could finish his sentence, a group of red-flamed horses flew towards him, carrying a green-robed general on horseback.

"Mr. Dong has an order. The thief went against the sky and trespassed in the palace. The crime is unforgivable. Kill..." Before the words fell, I saw the green dragon knife in the hand of the green-robed general, rushing towards Peng Tuo like hell. He waited for the others to beheaded wantonly, and for a while, the residual value of blood and rain flew around, one person and one horse, rampaging, like hell devils, no one can stop his edge.

In the blink of an eye, the green-robed and red-faced general came up to Peng Tuo.

Peng Tuo was frightened and shouted: "Don't kill me, I surrender."

Seeing the green dragon saber in the red-faced man's hand swiping, and coming towards him, Peng Tuo was frightened and froze on the spot, wanting to run for his life, but the monstrous murderous aura enveloped him, making it difficult for him to move at all. He could only open his eyes and watch the blood-stained sword rushing towards him and slashing down.

(End of this chapter)