This is the first time Qin Yang shed tears after coming to the Three Kingdoms era. He didn't know what the winner was to be the king, and he also knew what the jungle was to be the prey of the strong, but he couldn't stand it! The massacre without compassion and the inhumane crazy killing made a ball of rushing flames rise in his heart! No matter where and when, the old people and fragile children are used to protect, but in Qinyang, the dignified Yellow Turban King, has to sacrifice their lives to protect it.

Qin Yang was angry. Amid his roar of rage, yellow talismans rose into the air. Each talisman was filled with Qin Yang's anger, and each talisman was burned by this anger and emitted a dazzling light!

"Vajra is here! Kill all the evil spirits!"

Amid the deafening roar, the storm outside Xiangcheng suddenly changed. With the loud "rumbling" sound like thunder, the talismans rising around Qin Yang instantly turned into giants like iron towers!

"Roar!" These giants roared to the sky. They seemed to feel the anger of the summoner. There was also a strong anger in their eyes. This flame seemed to burn everything in front of them!

"It's the Yellow Turban Strongman! His Highness the Ming King has taken action! The Yellow Turban Army will win! Long live the Ming King!" After seeing these giants, the soldiers of Houtu Camp exclaimed crazy cheers like the sky and the earth cracked! At this moment, there seemed to be something in their eyes, which was the power of faith. They believed that as long as the Yellow Turban King was there, their Yellow Turban Army would be invincible!

"Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live the Ming King!" The shocking roared like a tsunami, and the soldiers of Houtu Camp had flames burning in their eyes. Faced with the swords and guns raised by the rebels, they were fearless, and they began to charge like waves with their flesh and blood towards the endless swords and mountains ahead.

"Are these the Yellow Turban Thiefs who do evil things?..." The cold sword edge was resting on the neck of a boy about twelve years old, and Liu Bei's hand was trembling. He didn't understand how he felt like he was in a broken heart when facing an enemy who could make his body and head separate at any time?

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"The official army killed my parents, and His Highness the King of Ming is my benefactor! I am not afraid of death, and sacrificing for His Highness the King of Ming is my glory!" The childish voice echoed in Liu Bei's ears. The young man saw Liu Bei's hesitation, but he was not afraid of death.

Liu Bei gritted his teeth and pursed his thin lips hard. He was not a beast. He did not forget his purpose of raising an army, and he did not forget his oath with the two brothers in Taoyuan. Was he wrong? Am I saving the people?

Liu Bei gently knocked the young man in front of him with his sword, then looked at the corpses and the blood-soaked mud in his heart, and he was confused.

"Yellow Turban Army, the Yellow Turban King, what method did you use to make these simplest people willing to sacrifice for you? Is it not you who is wrong? It's us..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you?!" Seeing Liu Bei bowing his head on the battlefield without saying a word, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei immediately rushed to him and asked with concern.

"Second brother, third brother..." Liu Bei looked at the two brothers of life and death beside him, and his heart became even more confused.

After a long time, Liu Bei let out a long sigh and said, "Let's go and go home. I won't fight..."

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were stunned. Looking at Liu Bei's lost eyes, Guan Yu nodded and said, "I'm listening to my elder brother. Let's go home and drink!"

"Three, take our people with you and go home!"

"Oh... OK! When we get home, we three haven't had a good meal for a long time! Brothers, come with us and go home!" Zhang Fei carried the Snake Spear, shouting at the rebels they brought, and jogged to chase Liu Bei and Guan Yu, shouting loudly. The three figures that were enough to affect the entire era gradually faded away in the deafening fight.

"Report to the general, the rebels under Liu Bei's command have fled!"

"Liu Bei?" Huangfu Song, who was commanding the battle, raised his eyebrows, and then he remembered the three powerful fighters who fought against the Yellow Turban War not long ago.

"Don't worry about them and keep charging!"

After the command of the troops, Huangfu Song looked at the south and sighed, "Liu Bei, you are a talent. But in this chaotic world, your compassion may bring you a lot of trouble..."

Under the banner of the Yellow Turban King, Qin Yang leaned weakly on the flagpole. Guan Hai and more than ten Yellow Turban Army guards firmly supported the banner and Qin Yang and were ready for battle.

"I ordered the entire army to find an enemy general named Liu Bei, Guan Yu or Zhang Fei, be careful... and kill with all his strength..." Qin Yang did not know that Liu Bei had left at this time. At this time, he was extremely weak and his face was extremely pale.

"Don't worry, Your Highness! No matter what Liu Bei and Guan Yu, I will kill one of them, Guan Hai!" Guan Hai slashed the big sword in his hand, but the eyes of Qin Yang were deeply worried.

Although Qin Yang felt that the power in his body became more and more abundant since he broke the seal on the bronze bracelet in front of Lu Bu, he summoned fifteen "King Kongs" in one breath in anger and completely hollowed out the essence in his body. At this time, Qin Yang only felt that his body was weak and powerless, and even a child could easily knock him down.

After hearing Guan Hai's words, Qin Yang did not speak, but just smiled weakly. He had done his best. The flag of the Yellow Turban Army could not fall, and he, the Yellow Turban King, could not fall. If he wanted to fall, let's fall together...

With Liu Bei and others withdrawing, the King Kong summoned by Qin Yang entered the battle. The sudden change caused the rebels who came to rush to rescue and the Houtu camp, which fought with a sharp spirit, to rise and fall, and the two sides could barely stand in the Xiangcheng.

Ma Yuanyi was no longer as elegant as usual at this time. He waved his sword in his hand and was covered in blood. From time to time, he drew a series of talismans around him. The earth walls and elusive earth thorns appeared out of thin air, causing the rebels who rushed up to suffer.

"The Yellow Turban Rebel is commonly known as the death!" Huangfu Song had already discovered where Ma Yuanyi was and rushed to the vicinity first.

"Huangfu? Could it be Huangfu Song?" Ma Yuanyi raised his eyebrows, looked at the big flag behind Huangfu Song, and asked with a casual sword piercing a rebel soldier beside him.

"It is this general! As a great man, you don't know how to serve the country. Don't you know how to be ashamed!"

"Hahahaha..." Ma Yuanyi laughed loudly, "Now you know that we are the people of the great man? Corrupt officials are rampant, why don't you know that we are the people of the great man? Why don't you say that we are the people of the great man when the people are born without a word? Now you are afraid, so you want to use the nonsense of the people of the great man to coax us? Then let me tell you what the real people of the great man is!"

"The traitor will die!" Huangfu Song was speechless when Ma Yuanyi spoke for a moment, and he couldn't help but be furious. A spear in his hand shook. Suddenly, a powerful fighting spirit rushed straight to Ma Yuanyi with the spear!

"Stone Shield!" Ma Yuanyi moved his left hand and a talisman suddenly came out. With a "boom", Huangfu Song's spear suddenly stabbed a stone shield that appeared out of thin air.

"Huangfu Song, you are a waste of yourself as an emperor, and you actually raised a butcher knife to your own people! Today I will be apart from you, a foolish person!" Ma Yuanyi became more and more angry as he spoke. He waved his sleeves and suddenly sang several talismans and headed straight for Huangfu Song.

Facing the talisman master, Huangfu Song did not dare to be negligent, and his fighting spirit burst out all over his body. The spear in his hand danced like a windmill. A series of fierce fighting spirits immediately spread out, with sand and stones flying within a radius of several meters, with a huge murderous aura.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The leaders of the two armies fought wildly on the battlefield, and the soldiers on both sides were fighting to the death. Both sides each had their own beliefs, equally firmness, and equally tenacity. Heaven and hell were only at a straight line, and both sides had done their best. For the generals and soldiers who were fighting hard, the victory or defeat was no longer what they could consider.

"Your Highness, look! There seems to be something wrong with the enemy's central army!"

Guan Hai's exclamation made Qin Yang, who was already on the verge of collapse, and after taking a look at the central army's general station where He Jin was in the distance, Qin Yang suddenly felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

"Guo Jia, good! I fucking thought you guy ran away! We won! We won!" Qin Yang waved his fists with all his strength and shouted excitedly.

Although it was separated by a wide battlefield, everyone could vaguely see that the huge dot of the official army was slowly moving, and the Great Han Dragon Flag fluttering in the wind was like wild grass floating in the strong wind, shaking!

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