"The boss of the Yellow Turban Army is Zhang Jiao. According to legend, Zhang Jiao learned from Yu Ji's "Taiping Qingling Book", which is the "Taiping Jing". He then took religion as his mission to save the world, and used some of the religious concepts and social and political thoughts to organize the masses, and made an appointment with Emperor Ling Jianning (168-172) to preach." When he saw the Yellow Turban Army, an introduction to the Taiping Army appeared in his mind in the early morning.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian is in power, and the year is in Jiazi, the world is very lucky." Lingchen murmured softly: "This horn is really a fool. But after all, it's almost time to end the Han Dynasty!"

"Swoosh!"

An arrow rushed straight toward Xingchen, and was so scared that she shrank her neck. Perhaps it was because the people who shot the archery were not strong enough, so the arrow only landed a few meters in front of him.

However, this also scared the morning to death. If I go in a little longer, I might lose my life.

"Take it as a weapon first!" Lingchen got out of the car tremblingly. Now he didn't care about Zhao Yun who was rushing in the crowd. It's important to save his life first.

He carefully groped at the arrow, then picked up the arrow, held it in his hand, trotted to the place where the bicycle was, and stepped up.

If someone chases you, you can run away as soon as possible.

But it is certain that he is safe for the time being. He turned his attention to the battlefield again. With Zhao Yun's joining on the battlefield, the situation has undergone subtle changes.

Now you can see that the generals of the Yellow Turban Army were suppressed by Zhao Yun. At this moment, Zhao Yun's spear stabbed at his side from time to time. Every time he stabbed a shot, he would take away the lives of a Yellow Turban Army soldier.

"Kill!"

The soldier wearing armor saw a white-robed general entering the battlefield, like a god of war, killing the enemy so hard that he cried and howled. He was immediately energetic and rushed towards the Yellow Turban Army with roars and roars.

"Oh, it hurts..." Xingchen looked at the bloody scene and his face turned pale. He also touched his body from time to time and was chopped onto his flesh. This feeling was like being in a strange world. But he didn't feel like vomiting at all. Maybe his heart was dead three years ago.

"Escape!"

I don’t know who shouted, but in the early morning he saw the Yellow Turban Army’s flag falling down, and then a few Yellow Turban Army soldiers ran towards him.

"No! So unlucky!" When I saw the Yellow Turban Army running towards him in the early morning, I was so scared that I hurriedly inserted the arrow in my hand into my shoulder bag, dropped the front of the car, kicked my feet, and started riding my bike.

A scream came from behind. I knew in the morning that the Yellow Turban Army might have seen the King of Hell.

"That's the leader of the thief! Who can catch him? The bounty is ten taels!" Someone didn't know who shouted loudly, and the sound of horse hooves came from behind in the early morning.

My mother, do they regard me as the leader of the thief? Brothers, you guys are wrong. I'm just in the same direction as them. Really, what I'm saying is true.

But now he is riding a bicycle and dare not shout. If he shouts out, he will not be able to make an end. Then he will not know how to die if he is caught.
Chapter completed!