A black cavalry entered the camp gate. The black armor shone in the sun, layered like scales. The spear in their hands was also black, and only the tip of the gun was white and shining with cold light. Their helmets were ugly, like the demon of hell, with eyes hidden under the helmets. They looked around calmly, causing a chill to emerge from the hearts of the soldiers around them, and their eyes seemed to have no feelings.

Where did this team come from? Why does it look so terrible? The timid soldiers dared not approach the onlookers and retreated far away.

The leader was a young man in white robe. He looked around with a smile on his face, with a kind expression, which made people feel good. However, when he saw a few people around him, his feelings disappeared.

Two bald heads, one is more ferocious than the other and the other is black-faced, like a leopard. The last one is better, with white battle robe, sword-brows and starry eyes, and he is still a little more normal.

"Brother, are they from Xiaoxingzhuang?" The young soldier was stunned for a moment and came to his senses. He was envious again in his eyes, so majestic.

"It should...it should...it should...it is right." The older soldier was not sure. He had never seen anyone from Xiaoxingzhuang.

The young soldier secretly pointed at them and said, "Look, they don't have red faces, but there is one more bald man. But the three people with black faces and bald man look so terrible."

"Not scary, how can you defeat the Yellow Turban Thief?" The elderly soldier replied to his mood and whispered: "I saw that they looked like half of the Yellow Turban Thiefs."

"Haha, it turns out that he is a hero. I received a letter from Liu Junlang, saying that he had two outstanding nephews. I didn't believe it, but now I see it, I know that he is not lying." With a laugh, a general wearing armor led a group of generals to greet Liu Zhe and his party.

"Zi Ling met the Zuo Zhonglang General." Liu Zhe dismounted and bowed to the visitor. The visitor was Huangfu Song, who led the elite Northern Army of the court to suppress the Yellow Turbans.

"Good nephew is exempted from courtesy," Huangfu Song helped Liu Zhe up and said with a smile: "I am the best friend of Junlang. How good is it to call you a good nephew?"

Junlang is Liu Yan's name.

"It's my honor." Liu Zhe's words made Huangfu Song's favorable impression rise sharply.

"Is this the Black Scale Army?" After a greeting, Huangfu Song looked at the team behind Liu Zhe and couldn't help but praise: "It's true that it's better to meet than to be famous. Now I know why my nephew was able to conquer the Yellow Turban thieves in Youzhou and Qingzhou."

"Black Scale Army?" Liu Zhe was puzzled.

"Don't you know? Your cavalry is already famous all over the world. Someone gave you a name, Black Scale Army." Huangfu Song replied in surprise.

"Black Scale Army?" Liu Zhe looked at the armor of his cavalry, which was indeed quite consistent.

"Let's call this name in the future." Liu Zhe smiled and gave his team a name that would be awesome in the future.

In fact, Liu Zhe was originally planning to take the team to Yuzhou to find Han Yong to take revenge, but on the way, he received a letter from Liu Yan saying that his friend Huangfu Song was blocked by the Yellow Turban in Changshe, hoping that Liu Zhe could go and help!

Liu Zhe was not willing to agree to Liu Yan's request for help, after all, this guy also gave him a lot of food and supplies as a reward for help!

"I wonder how many people Master Liu brought?" asked a deputy general behind Huangfu Song.

Liu Zhe has no official position, so they can only call him the owner of the manor.

"Two Thousand Black Scale Army." Liu Zhe smiled. He took the name directly and used it, and there was no need to pay the copyright fee anyway.

"Two thousand?" The general was stunned at first. He thought Liu Zhe would say two thousand forwards, and there were tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands behind him, but he didn't expect that it would be two thousand.

"Does the owner of the manor know how many Yellow Turban Thiefs in Changshe are?" asked the general, and then replied by himself: "There are 300,000 or 400,000 or even 500,000. What do the owner of the manor thinks that two thousand cavalry can do?"

He was saying that Liu Zhe brought too few people and was useless at all.

"You short guy is so naughty." Liu Zhe didn't say anything. Zhang Fei beside him couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and opened his mouth to reveal his shortcomings.

"You, you..." The general was so angry that he trembled all over. He got a little shorter with others, but he was not too short. However, when Zhang Fei said this, it seemed like he was very short.

"Five hundred thousand Yellow Turbans? Do you know how many Yellow Turban troops we killed in Xiaoxingzhuang? Um..." Zhang Fei paused for a moment, counted his fingers, and finally found that he could not count them. He waved his hand and shouted: "How come there are hundreds of thousands! The Yellow Turbans here are not enough. I am leading a charge, afraid of a ball."

"Yide, don't be rude." Liu Zhe felt secretly in his heart, and he hypocritically scolded Zhang Fei. In fact, he had already thought about how to add chicken legs to Zhang Fei when he went back.

"Okay, let's go in first."

Huangfu Song also spoke out. He was actually indulging the behavior of the general just now. He wanted to test how many people Liu Zhe brought, but after hearing such bad news, his face was not very good.

There were only two thousand cavalrymen. To be honest, to him, this was just a drop in the bucket and was useless!

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Chapter completed!