"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Accompanied by the sound of persuading surrender, the fighting sounds in the Han army camp gradually decreased.

At this time, the sky had spit out white fish belly, blood and mist entangled. The sunshine in Chuchen spread across the entire earth, and the unsolidified blood stains seemed to shine.

After nearly a day and night of fighting, whether it was the Han army or the Yellow Turban army, the physical strength reached its limit.

The millions of Yellow Turban Army lost the command of their generals, like a group of wolves without a wolf king. Even if they spread their fangs, they were not the opponent of the Han army as fierce as a lion and tiger.

Most of the soldiers knelt down and surrendered, while some of them fled the battlefield in the dark and returned to Guangzong City.

At this time, the news of the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army had already reached Zhang Jiao's ears.

"As it really doesn't work..."

Zhang Jiao's expression was dim, and blood was constantly coughing out from his mouth, and another blood was added to the Taoist robe on his body.

"Brother, Brother Liang is useless.     The million-dollar Yellow Turban Army was actually penetrated by a Han army. Please punish me!"

Zhang Liang cried bitterly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed. The Yellow Turban generals who escaped from the Han camp also knelt on the ground, waiting for Zhang Jiao's punishment.

"It's over, what's the point of punishing you again?"

Zhang Jiaoqiang stood up with his body, stretched out his old hands, and helped Zhang Liang up in person.

"Brother..."

After Zhang Jiao patted his third brother's arm, he sat back on the chair tremblingly.

"Ning'er..."

"Dad, I'm here."

The sorcerer Zhang Ning bent down and turned his body sideways.

Zhang Jiao took out a volume of scriptures from his arms, emitting a dim halo. Zhang Jiao's face was irradiated with a hint of rosyness.

After his fingers pondered the scriptures in obsessed with it, Zhang Jiao immediately handed the scriptures to his daughter.

"This is the Tianjuan of Taiping Yaoshu, which was rewarded by my master Nanhua. Now I feel that the deadline has come, and this scripture will be handed over to you for custody. Your talent is far better than your father, and you will definitely be able to learn everything in the Tianjuan, but remember that some secret techniques need to be at the cost of life and cannot be used until the last moment."

Zhang Ning took over the trick of Taiping and pursed his lips and said, "My father will definitely not die if he has the guidance of the immortal master."

Zhang Jiao smiled, shook his head and said, "When the master gave me three volumes of scriptures, he warned me, 'If you have a strange intention, you will be punished badly'. Maybe today is my retribution."

Everyone present showed a sad expression. They knew that the old man who led their uprising was finally coming to an end.

"Second brother and third brother, now millions of Yellow Turbans have been defeated by the Han army. This city does not have enough troops to garrison. The Han army is approaching the city soon. You can take Zhang Ning out of the city as soon as possible and find a place to hide your name."

Zhang Jiao set out to make arrangements after his death, and he did not want his last bloodline to be cut off by the Han army.

"Brother Liang has always followed the leader of the elder brother, but I can't agree to this matter. I will stay by my elder brother until the last moment!"

Zhang Liang bowed heavily to Zhang Jiao.

"Abao's old bones are not full of sunshine. It's better to kill a few more Han troops and go to Huangquan Road together."

Zhang Bao said with a white beard.

"The great master is kind to us as much as a mountain. Please allow me to let you shed the last blood for you."

The Yellow Turban General looked dead and repayed Zhang Jiao's kindness with his life.

"you……"

Zhang Jiao became angry and then showed a relieved smile.

"Well... Zhou Cang Pei Yuanshao obeyed the order, and you two would guard Ning'er out of the city."

"But……"

Zhou Cang said hesitantly.

"Isn't you not even listen to me?"

Zhang Jiao raised his eyebrows and looked at the loyal and black-faced man with anger.

"Zhou Cang vowed to protect the safety of Miss."

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Zhang Jiao laughed excitedly.

[Huaxia District National Announcement: General Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turban Army, died of illness, and his power was handed over to the two brothers Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang. The morale of the Yellow Turban Army plummeted, and its combat effectiveness was -10%, until the end of this stage]

[National Announcement of Huaxia District: Turbulence occurs within the Yellow Turban Army, and players in the Yellow Turban Army can choose to exit the second stage within a quarter of an hour. Players who do not choose to exit the stage will gain twice the faith in the next battle. If they help the Yellow Turban Army defeat the Han army, they will get five times the merits]

Two announcements in a row made Li Ji, who was counting the casualties, stunned. Unexpectedly, after Zhang Jiao put Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo in prison, he finally stepped into the underworld.

Moreover, Zhang Jiao's death from illness was devastating to the Yellow Turban Army. Even the system believed that the Yellow Turban Army had no possibility of victory, so it allowed players in the Yellow Turban Army camp to exit the stage in advance to ensure safety.

"At the time, who took away Zhang Jiao's legacy? Is it Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, or a player from some Yellow Turban camp?"

Zhang Jiao is full of treasures. If a player can pick up Taiping Yaoshu Tianjuan, he will probably become the new wise master.

At that time, calling the wind and rain and controlling thunder and lightning will definitely cause headaches for many princes.

"Lord, the casualties in Longque Town have come out, and a total of more than 400 people have been lost, and more than 100 of them have been injured."

Wang Meng came to report and asked Li Ji's thoughts to be recycled.

The attack on the Yellow Turban camps caused heavy losses to the Han army. Even though Li Ji's camp was not under the heavy care of the Yellow Turban Army and Zhang Jiao Lei Ding, the fierce fighting caused many soldiers in Longque Town to die on this battlefield.

"Collapse the soldiers' bodies as much as possible, and at least bring their ashes back to their loved ones."

"yes."

"By the way, Jingluo, what should we do if Zhang Jiao dies now?"

Wang Meng pondered and then replied:

"As the saying goes, the soldiers will be defeated. If Zhang Jiao dies, it will definitely hit the morale of the Yellow Turban Army. Our army has just won a big battle and is in full swing. So we will rectify the troops as soon as possible and gather soldiers to launch an attack on Guangzongcheng, and we will definitely be able to take down the Yellow Turban Army in one go."

Wang Meng is not a player, so he naturally cannot receive information about Zhang Jiao's death.

Li Ji nodded, then came to the camp of the clan alone, and a smell of wine came from it.

I saw Zong Jun and Niu Fu clinking glasses with each other and drinking the things in the cup into their stomachs.

"Here, Brother Anmin."

The clan saw the figure in front of him clearly and happily pulled Li Ji in.

"General Niu, this is Li Ji and Li Anmin. It was him who set up a plan to defeat the two brothers Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao."

"Oh roar!"

Niu Fu blushed, obviously drinking a little unconscious. He raised his glass and smiled: "I didn't expect that Brother An Min is so young and promising. When my father-in-law is released from prison, I will definitely recommend you to him!"

There is no need to work under Dong Zhuo.

Who knew that Dong Zhuo would go out of Liangzhou in the future and exercise the deposed emperor, becoming one of the protagonists of the eighteen princes to fight against Dong.
Chapter completed!