As the saying goes, three women make a play. So when women become three hundred, three thousand, and tens of thousands gather together, what will happen?

Lu Bu never thought about this question. Lu Bu had never seen this answer.

However, this scene in front of him made Lu Bu truly realize the horror of thousands of women joining forces.

Is that what is used to describe a crow? Yes, but hundreds of crows cannot create endless talks about thousands of women crying and recognizing their relatives.

A woman’s mouth and a woman’s mouth are sometimes a strange temptation for men. But sometimes it is a disaster, especially when women decide to wield gossip sticks to pull up relationships.

"Xiao Ya, do you still remember the beautiful aunt who fed you milk when you were a child? You were neighbors with our family for eight years. When you were so hungry that you were dying of death, it was the aunt who squeezed out some milk from your child to you. Have you forgotten all this?"

"Brother Liang, do you still remember the charming girl in Liuyan Hutong in Yangjia Alley? Back then, you and I were childhood sweethearts, but unfortunately they were separated by their parents. Later, you married her wife and I married another woman. Over the years, I have always pretended to be you in my heart. My husband is a good person, but he died of illness. I am a wife, and I really want to find another support!"

"Second sister, I'm the second sister! I've been secretly in love with you, but you have never looked at me. Did you forget me when I was the wind-chasing boy back then?"

"Erwazi, I am your second aunt. Don't be obsessed with it anymore. Put down your weapons and surrender to the righteous! Zhang Jiao is an evil leader and is not worth your life for him!"

"Bag!" "Photo!" "His eldest nephew's in-laws!"

Calls come one after another...

Who says women have long hair and short knowledge? Lu Bu really wants to laugh. Women can conquer the world through men. Who underestimate them? Whoever underestimates them is truly shallow.

Many Yellow Turban soldiers have to listen to them even if they don’t want to listen. They can’t make decisions even if they don’t want to listen. People are all emotional creatures. If they really get the memories of the past, they will become out of control by some people.

These 40,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were said to be Zhang Jiao's last army, but it does not mean that their loyalty can be devoted to Zhang Jiao and willing to die without any effort.

Especially the soldiers from Julu, those veterans who have followed Zhang Jiao for more than ten years are fine, but they can be ignored. Their families are the Yellow Turban people, and they are deeply imprinted by the Yellow Turbans. They are dreaming of trying to instigate the rebellion. However, the more than 10,000 new soldiers who later joined the war did not bring their families into the camp, and their families were all placed in the city.

Although few of the more than 70,000 people who came here have their families, how old is Julu City? They are all neighbors, even distant relatives, or former acquaintances. Do you have to wave your sword to face each other? If you really do this, your parents at home will be stabbed by your neighbors and you will have no shame to see others...

The powerful Yellow Turban soldiers were at a loss at first, and they felt that they were in a dilemma in an instant, without the murderous aura of being made, and their morale also dropped wildly.

Yang Tao gritted his teeth in anger, wishing to cut off all the noisy long-tongued women. He didn't know what hatred the Yellow Turban had with the dark people, but he hated that his back was attacked.

"Don't listen to the provocations of those women who are as scorpion-like as a scorpion. You are the elites carefully selected by the great wise and good teachers, and the most reliable shield guards of the great wise and good teachers. You must be loyal! The whole army obeys the orders, and those who dare to surrender will be killed on the spot! Those who dare to shake will be killed!!!"

Lu Bu fought with more than 3,000 soldiers at the deepest point and was surrounded by 40,000 Yellow Turban soldiers. More than 70,000 people were on the outer layer, surrounding several faces of the 40,000 Yellow Turbans, like a concentric circle intertwined with repulsion and gravity. The Yellow Turban soldiers changed from hunters to hunters, just stuck in the middle, were attacked from both sides and had to divide their troops to fight. The more they were frustrated, they were as frustrated as they were.

But for Lu Bu, if the Yellow Turban Army had Commander Zhang Jiao, in this case, there would be a way to break the deadlock quickly and even turn defeat into victory.

However, Yang Tao did not deliberately look down on him, because he looked so bad that he was even stupid by anger.

A soft string stretched to the extreme. He didn't want to use soft means to soften it, but he also had to use tough means to put heavy pressure on it. The result was:

With a sound of puff, it broke!!!

More than 10,000 new recruits had their wires hanging high in their hearts, walking in the center. Suddenly, a strong wind was pressing against him, trying to jump to the right. The sky in their hearts tilted in an instant, because at this moment, the right side had become a cliff, and the left side had become a paradise...

Bang! A soldier couldn't stand the extreme contradictory mentality and threw away the weapons in his hand. Then, like a fuse, like a Nomi domino flying, one is there, two is there, two is there, four is there, and four is there eight...

The way of heaven is circulating, and throwing weapons will be contagious.

The weapon landed, making a dull collision sound, which made Yang Tao's eyes turn green. He hated others to treat his words as wind in his ears. The actions of these Yellow Turban soldiers made him feel that they were silent slaps, slapping his face in a crackling manner.

"Kill, kill me, don't leave one, and the other!!!"

Stupidity is the pass for fools, and being angry is the inspiration for losers. This sentence seems to imply something.

Lu Bu fell down, and more than a dozen lives withered in his hands. When he was breathing a sigh of relief, he really wanted to laugh wildly. He should not be too lucky. Zhang Jiao was not there, but he only saw Zhu Zi playing with a monkey!

More than a dozen Julu recruits who were interested in surrendering were brutally killed by Yang Tao's supervising army in amazement. The bloody flowers flying in the air and the figures that were dying with their eyes closed were like knives cut into the hearts of more than ten thousand Julu recruits who were unintentionally fighting, forcing them to make a final statement.

ah!!!

If they do not break out in silence, they will perish in silence! Thinking of the friendship between the corporals on the battlefield, these surrendered soldiers left their weapons and chose not to help each other. But they have not yet reached the point of being in harmony with their lives.

Who wants to die in the world? Who doesn’t miss this willow and the world of flowers? When life is threatened, they can only pick up weapons on the ground and fight back...

Chaos, endless, chaos that connects the sky and the sea breaks out everywhere.

More than 11,000 new recruits from Julu, under Yang Tao's hard work, finally aimed their weapons at their former comrades.

And with the decisive force's turnaround, it also indicates the final destruction of 40,000 Yellow Turbans.

It is undoubtedly a heavy sadness to face my former comrades-in-arms with swords and halberds, but what is even more sad than the heavy sadness is that it was the former comrades-in-arms who took the first move!!!

For a moment, the people fought with the Yellow Turban soldiers, the Yellow Turban soldiers fought with the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the Lu Bu army fought with the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the unprecedented chaos, unprecedented riot...

Every moment, someone loses his life. You kill me, I kill you, kill you, killing, it cannot be described, and will always be the theme song of war. Maybe it is cruel, maybe there are too many involuntary and too many helplessness, but no one dares to show great compassion at this moment.

Because if you don’t kill him, he will kill you!

After three hours of fighting, there were already dense corpses in the vast schoolyard. There were people, Yellow Turbans, and Lu Bujun...

Yang Tao's hideous head was presented to Lu Bu, and he died with his eyes open. Because the reason why he died was that his confidants under his command had a sneak attack and killed him. Several confidants only wanted to survive and did not even dare to ask for rewards, which invisibly belittled the value of his head.

Lu Bu didn't answer, but just threw it away on the ground. His head could not give him much merit.

"Dear people, thank you for your help. If you were not for you, we would sooner or later turn into dead bones. You are the most admired people in Julu City..." Lu Bu's speech lasted for more than half an hour.

He was not in a hurry at all, because everything in the city was under his full control. Even if Zhang Jiao came, Zhang Liang was resurrected, Zhang Bao returned to help, and the three brothers worked together to explode, they were still unable to turn the world around.

In the words, Lu Bu used his good eloquence to moisten things silently eliminate the murderous intentions of the people that lasted for a long time, and eliminated the knots in the hearts of the people who killed people for the first time.

In short, one of them is the righteous side, and the other of Zhang Jiao is the evil side, and evil cannot defeat righteousness, and the same will be true for all ages...

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The vast crowd gradually dissipated, and Lu Bu was extremely generous and confiscated the weapons of the soldiers who had surrendered earlier, and did not detain the soldiers who had turned against each other as prisoners.

Of course, there are still prisoners, but the number is pitiful, less than a thousand people. These people are standing on Zhang Jiao's side from beginning to end, but they are forced to surrender when the situation is over. Naturally, Lu Bu will not give them any good treatment.

More than 2,000 remaining soldiers were exhausted, escorting less than a thousand Yellow Turban prisoners, gradually drifting away.

Lu Bu's destination was the prefect's yamen. There were so many major events that Zhang Jiao did not show up, which made him feel something was wrong.

Zhang Jiao, where did you go? Did you escape? Are you trapped or killed???
Chapter completed!