After hearing what Huangfu Song said, Zhang Bao did not reply, but the look on his face was extremely cold.
He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly from his mouth, put his sword on the ground, and supported his body to stand up.
He stared straight at Huangfu Song and turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, who was being pressed and beaten by Zhu Jun and whose injuries were increasing.
He looked at the many soldiers fighting fiercely around him.
Look at those yellow scarf warriors who ignore the fire demon and still fight against the flames.
Watching Changshe County turn from defense to offense, rush out of the county, rush towards the Yellow Turban camp, and force the Yellow Turban soldiers to fight with the sea of fire on their backs.
Zhang Bao fell into silence.
Shouldn't this battle have been started from the beginning?
If he hadn't gone his own way and deliberately misinterpreted his brother's intentions, perhaps the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers would have retreated safely.
It would not lead to the current situation.
Zhang Bao felt remorse in his heart, clenched his fists, and the complex look in his eyes gradually became firm as he struggled.
His eyes were staring forward. The next second, he raised his head, staring at Huangfu Song quietly with his eyes, and said: "Huangfu Song, you forced me to do this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his palm turned over, and a talisman and seal appeared in his hand.
When the talisman and seal appeared, there was a powerful force lingering in the sky, which never dissipated for a long time.
On the entire battlefield, a strong wind suddenly blew up.
As the wind howled, even the sky became gray at this moment.
At this moment, Xiao Wen was integrating the cavalry with Cao's army, intending to pull the army together and counterattack the Yellow Turban camp.
The sea of fire may be lethal to ordinary soldiers.
But for special arms that have reached level 20, it is nothing.
However, just when Xiao Wen had this idea in his mind and was about to take action, he suddenly heard a strong wind blowing in his ears and dark clouds pressing overhead.
Looking up at the sky, you can see layers of dark clouds gathering above your head.
In this dark cloud, there is a strange gap. In this gap, a beam of light can be seen falling from the sky, turning into a huge and illusory Taoist figure.
The Taoist had an ordinary appearance and wore a patched Taoist robe. He looked rather like a poor Taoist priest.
But after such a Taoist priest appeared, the whole world fell into silence in an instant.
At that moment, even the blazing fire was suppressed in an instant.
Xiao Wen suddenly raised his head and stared at the illusory figure, with a hint of horror in his eyes.
this……
This is……
Zhang Jiao!
Great Master, Master Taiping, General Tiangong, Zhang Jiao!
These are all names for that person!
Zhang Jiao's phantom appeared. Although it was just a phantom, it carried an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
His eyes fell on Huangfu Song.
The moment his eyes fell, Huangfusong suddenly had a little sweat oozing out from his forehead, the palm holding the sword trembled slightly, and the official seal on his waist glowed dimly, as if he was stimulated. The shadow of a ferocious tiger appeared above Huangfu Song's head, and with a low roar, it completely offset the pressure brought by Zhang Jiao.
"Do you wish the great fortune of the Han Dynasty to be blessed?" Zhang Jiao muttered, and a long voice came, as if it had fallen from the sky, and seemed to be coming from all directions.
Immediately, his eyes fell on the raging sea of fire in all directions and on the slaughtered Yellow Turban soldiers, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"That's all..."
He raised his fingers and moved forward slightly, but as if he had exhausted all the strength in his body, he shouted softly:
"The wind is coming!"
When the words fell, the entire phantom collapsed and turned into points of light that filled the sky and merged into the world.
The next second, when the light spot merged into the world, strong winds suddenly surged around, directly suppressing the fire, and even forcibly opened several life channels in the ferocious sea of fire.
"Withdraw the troops! Withdraw the troops!"
Zhang Bao gathered his strength and roared loudly.
The sound buzzed and dispersed between heaven and earth, but it caused all the Yellow Turban soldiers to escape from the flame channel left.
After all, the power left by Zhang Jiao can only suppress these flames for a while, but cannot suppress them forever.
so……
Retreating is the best way!
Following Zhang Bao's roar, the Yellow Turban soldiers immediately fled towards the life passage.
The army that originally numbered hundreds of thousands was scattered in all directions like birds and beasts.
Some people even rushed towards Xiao Wen and others.
Faced with these experience points coming to his door, Xiao Wen was naturally not polite and called Zhao Yun and Ma Chao to step forward and kill these yellow scarf soldiers.
Then let these two people attack, guard one of the life channels, and wait for the yellow turban soldiers to come to the door.
If one comes, he will kill one; if two come, he will kill a pair.
However, having said that, Zhang Jiao's decision still surprised Xiao Wen.
Appeared with the power of the talisman, although it only had the power of one blow.
But the power of this blow alone should be enough for Zhang Jiao to kill Huangfu Song.
But in the end, he did not choose to kill him, but chose to use the power of this final blow to open a way out for the Yellow Turban soldiers.
Let these soldiers escape from the sea of fire.
Xiao Wen was a little surprised by this decision.
After all, as long as he chooses to kill Huangfu Song by force, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang can then join forces to kill Zhu Jun.
By then, the two generals guarding Changshe have been killed. Will the remaining soldiers be able to guard the county seat of Changshe?
It certainly can’t be defended!
In this way, Zhang Bao and others will be able to capture this city.
However, the cost of taking this city was the Yellow Turbans' heavy casualties.
When the fire rolls around and condenses, these yellow turban soldiers at the bottom may not be able to withstand it.
Fifty-six out of ten, or even seventy-eight out of ten, are possible!
However, this situation was obviously not what the great virtuous teacher wanted to see.
Therefore, he would rather give up the opportunity to kill Huangfu Song, but also open a way for the bottom Yellow Turban soldiers to survive.
Although, Xiao Wen blocked an opening in this passage.
"Those who surrender will not be killed!"
"Give those who resist, kill them!"
"You wait, choose!"
Zhao Yun was riding a Zhaoye Jade Lion, pointing his bright silver gentian spear at the ground, looking up at the yellow scarf soldiers in front of him, and spoke out.
He, Zhao Zilong, does not want to kill anyone unless necessary.
I just hope that these yellow turban soldiers will not force him to take action!
"kill!"
These yellow scarf soldiers were very tough. Faced with Zhao Yun's words, they had no intention of surrendering. Amidst a burst of low shouts, they rushed forward to kill Zhao Yun.
result……
As a result, this group of people all fell to the ground and became the dead souls of Zhao Yun's gun.
After going back and forth, thousands of people were here, but no one surrendered.
Until a burly man with a gray face and a large sword appeared.