The sunlight in the evening was lazy and passionate, and tenderly spread the light on his body on the back earth of mist and dust.

In the whisper, the strong wind followed the call of the goddess of wind, and gradually blew the horn of charge little by little, layer by layer, rolled up.

Just as the southeast wind is crazy about love, it is because the back of the northwest wind is retrograde.

So when the northwest wind burst out his cold and decisive side, the southeast wind finally cut off the last bit of thought of him, and left everything in the past, gradually dissipated and disappeared.

"Has the wind changed?" The flag-holding officials looked at each other, with only endless disbelief in their eyes.

However, the Han military flag that rose proudly towards the northwest wind had already told people that he did not need to talk about anything else.

Battle, the soul of the military flag, only fight! Fight towards the northwest!

"It's really the northwest wind!" Wang Yun was as if he had lost his soul in a daze, but suddenly burst into a crazy laugh: God helps the Han! God helps the Han! Haha, the doomsday of the Yellow Turban Thief has arrived!

The sweat in Huang Pusong's palm was like applying a burst of cold and refreshing ice. In an instant, his heart was still wandering in his throat and felt at ease to reach the soles of his feet and stepped on the ground.

"The generals obey orders and defeat the enemy will be in the present day. If you don't take the opportunity, what will you expect?" Huang Pusong shouted with a flying blow, "There are strange changes in the army, not in the number of people. Now the thieves will form camps based on grass, which will easily cause wind and fire. If it burns at night, it will be very shocked. I will send troops to attack it, and it will be combined on all sides. Tian Dan's achievements can be accomplished."

"General wise! General wise! Swear to destroy the Yellow Turbans, and swore to destroy the Yellow Turbans!" The soldiers on the city tower wished they could scream deep in their souls. The iron-blooded key of the great man was repeatedly beaten by a group of mobs by relying on shameless human tactics. How could they not complain or be angry?

In their hearts, only the blood of the Yellow Turban Thief can repay the suppressed mania of those days and pay tribute to the heroic spirits who died on the battlefield.

"Lu Bu is willing to be a pioneer general and directly attack the Yellow Turban camp. He will not return until he destroys the Yellow Turban!" Lu Bu's stern figure suddenly stepped out of the line and asked for his resignation.

Huang Pusong glanced at Lu Bu indifferently and said, "I already know Fengxian's pride! But I still have a heavy responsibility to Fengxian, so I will not be at ease. Wait until the sky darkens, and I will never let Fengxian down what he wishes!

"Why should I wait until dark? In the evening, it's the sun... The rain is setting, and the bandits do not have a erudite scholar who knows the way of nature, so they will inevitably be in panic. This is an opportunity to make a move. If you wait, will the wind direction not change? Will the Yellow Turbans will not stabilize? Lu Bu, Lu Fengxian, with my life, I will issue a military order and swear to fight to the death!" Lu Bu's vast eyes stared at Huang Pusong as dark as lightning, and once again asked for battle.

This time, the request for battle circled in the ears of many soldiers. This momentum was overwhelming, this was the word of conquering mountains, this was the hero who killed the sky.

Huang Pusong and Wang Yun showed complicated faces, and their inexplicable eyes wanted to see Lu Bu's heart through, but in vain, Lu Bu's eyes were quiet and stable like thousands of huge waves, and he was broken by a small boat.

"Old sir, do you have a plan to teach me?" Huang Pusong looked at the old man who was said to be able to predict the wind direction and weather through the changes of astrology, and was wrapped in endless mystery.

The elder Xiu waved his hand and said hoarsely: Where am I from? Where do I want to go? Can't say, can't say, can't say, can't say!

"Old sir!"

The elder's eyes in the black hat glanced at the whistling wind blowing towards the northwest, outlining a sarcastic smile that others could not see, but his footsteps suddenly jumped down from the three-meter-high wall of Changshe City like stars.

Ah!!! The exclamation in the crowd just spoke, but it stopped suddenly.

The mysterious old man fell gently on the ground like a relief into the clouds. As several running shadows fell, they had already disappeared from the distant corner of the sight network as if they were floating.

"Leaving?" Huang Pusong felt a little lost, as if he had lost the bones of his backbone in an instant.

"Huang Pusong, Lu Bu asks for battle! Fight to the death!" In front of the soldiers of the three armies, Lu Bu ignored Huang Pusong's face and roared at Huang Pusong like a tiger, roaring at Huang Pusong in the name of Huang Pusong!

A thunder-like shock sound banged in Huang Pusong's ears, causing the lost Huang Pusong to return to Qingming Festival in an instant.

Huang Pusong's black mantis face showed a hint of shame. He thought he was also a powerful general for a lifetime, but he would have lost his composure because of the old man's departure. If it weren't for Lu Bu's reminder, he might have been depressed by his head coach's heart, which would have caused a devastating blow to the morale of the soldier Fang Wangqi!

I looked at Lu Bu with gratitude, and my passion and confidence as a powerful general once again returned to Huang Pusong.

He looked at the faces of the expected and fearless warriors below the tower, and suddenly raised the bronze holy sword on his waist and shouted: I passed the order of the general, and ordered the third battalion of the Tunqi Lu Jin to lead the third battalion of the Tunqi Lu Jin to lightly wear a simple formation, holding a torch and arrow in his hands, and burned the camp from the southeast direction for the general. The third battalion of the Yueqi Lucky Camp has a total of 6,000 people blocked the east gate of the Yellow Turban Camp. Anyone who attempts to escape from this gate will be killed without mercy! Infantry Captain Liang Jie...

The orderly and unmissible military orders were blurted out by Huang Pusong, who had been through the battlefield for a long time. The general who received the military order hurriedly took the order and left. The general who did not receive the military order also patiently waited for Huang Pusong's next military order...

Well! Well! Well! Oh!

The sparse dozen yellow turrets were quietly wiped by more than a dozen elite scouts. The muffled groans made before death were no more than the kitten's screams.

It is not for the carelessness of Qu Shuaibo in the Yellow Turbans and the young player Liao Hua. It is really incredible to face the inexplicable, unclear and unknown rain in nature. It is really unbelievable.

The Yellow Turban is an army formed by the religious doctrine of Taiping Tao created by Zhang Jiao. It promotes the fearlessness of death in religious wars and is inevitably associated with the gods who transcend common sense.

Who made the Taoist Taoist Huang Tian, ​​Huang God, who has the supreme god, constantly declared in the Taoist teachings?

Until the infantry of the Six Thousand Tun Cavalry led by Lu Jin touched within a hundred feet of the Yellow Turban Camp, no soldiers in the Yellow Turban Camp discovered anything wrong for the first time. Instead, there was a strange tranquility.

If someone else saw the strange scene in the Yellow Turban Camp, he might hesitate and let someone enter the camp to investigate, but Lu Jin, who was eager to make contributions, would not care about that much.

He found an excellent safe location and made a rushing gesture towards the surrounding messengers. The messengers quickly passed it to soldiers at all levels in sign language according to his gestures.

The three thousand bowstrings were already full, and the arrows had been coated with thick tinder oil. The remaining three thousand people had already lit the torches in their hands, and then they cooperated with each other to ignite the end of the arrows on the three thousand bowstrings.

Boom! That's the flame of the stars.

However, a spark can start a prairie...

What does it feel like to volley three thousand arrows with flames? Covering the sun, covering the clear sky, and refracting the setting sun?

Under the shining fire, the stunningly beautiful firelight shook out the tails of smoke-torn flames, like fireworks shining in the sky, falling to the top of the yellow military tent crisscrossing and connected by threads below.

Although fireworks are beautiful, they are always easy to cold. Fireworks are easy to cold, she will not care, she will not care, because her heart is cold and ruthless.

Yellow military tents collapsed under the tail of arrows that were passing through beautiful trajectories by meteors, and then became a wisp of fuel for sparks to set off the prairie fire.

Gradually, the little bit of fire on each arrow burned into the tent, turned into a fire tide, and gradually burned into the green and yellow weeds, turning into a red fire cloud storm.

The fire that soared into the sky is so beautiful. The lingering smoke swept across the roaring northwest wind, and a picture of fireworks facing the dust and west wind.

However, no one wants to appreciate it, and no one has the heart to appreciate it. This beautiful scenery that makes people die and don’t want to think of is the only thing that brings despair and helplessness to the Yellow Turban.

A yellow tent was burned by the flames, and several figures shrouded in the flames were sometimes swept out from inside. The scorching temperature might have steamed their bodies, but the wailing sound of water! Water! Water!! Wave!! until their throats were permanently burned...
Chapter completed!