"Huh?" Under Zhao Hong's repeated shouting, Zhang Rao seemed to be waking up from a dream, and looked at him in a daze:
"What's wrong?"
Seeing his lord's dejected look, Zhao Hong felt helpless.
He also saw clearly the scene where Wang Zheng's cavalry pierced Dong Linjun just now. It was truly extraordinary and shocking.
But as the head coach of the first army, you can't react so much that it takes so long to recover, right?
"Commander Qu." He asked: "Now that the victory has been decided, where should our army go next?"
Wang Zheng actually defeated the army by himself...
Now that his wishful thinking had failed, Zhao Hong felt a little at a loss for a while.
"It is indeed very strong." Zhang Rao answered the question incorrectly: "The Yellow Turban Army is not afraid of death and marches forward courageously...
The handsome Qu said with great emotion: "I have only seen him twice in the past forty years."
"Twice?" Zhao Hong was a little surprised when he heard this, and asked in amazement: "Which other Yellow Turban Army is so brave?"
"Such a brave and brave teacher..." Zhang Rao smiled: "Of course, the only ones who were close to the great virtuous teacher back then are his own soldiers."
Speaking of this, Zhang Rao's eyes exuded an inexplicable look, and he murmured as if he was lost in memories: "Back then, when we were under the command of the great virtuous master, many people were like this... working hard and forgetting to die.
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"We were the real Yellow Turban Army back then."
"It's just that since the World Honored One passed away..." Zhang Rao said with a bitter smile, "Others have called us Yellow Turban Bandits..."
"We really think we are Yellow Turban bandits!"
"Uh..." Zhao Hong didn't know how to express these words for a moment and was speechless.
At this time, a sentry strode into the camp and loudly announced:
"Shuai Bingqu, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of the camp, blocking our army's path."
"A group of people?" Before Zhang Rao could speak, Zhao Hong looked nervous and asked first, "How many are there?"
"My guess is it's about two thousand."
Hearing this, Zhao Hong took a long breath and felt relieved.
This small number of people is not something to be afraid of in front of thousands of people.
Then he thought of another question.
"Who will it be at this time?"
Zhao Hong was thinking, and Zhang Rao happened to look over, their eyes met, and the two of them reacted at the same time.
At this time, there are only three forces in Qi County.
Dong Lin's side had been defeated and died, and now his troops were only focused on fleeing for their lives. How could they have the time to cause trouble for him?
Then it can only be Wang Zheng.
"His military strength was not as good as the officers and soldiers before, but he actually dared to use half of his troops to stop our army here?"
Thinking of this, Zhao Hong exclaimed: "This guy is really brave."
"Perhaps he is confident enough that two thousand soldiers are enough to defeat the official army." Zhang Rao smiled and continued: "Or maybe..."
Although he hadn't finished speaking, Xu Hong already understood what the other party was saying.
Wang Zheng must have the same confidence. These two thousand people can build an iron wall to trap nearly 10,000 of their troops.
If there is a conflict, the other party can come to support immediately.
Could it be...
Are the more than two thousand people blocking our way as powerful as the two thousand people on the plain?
At this time, the faint sound of war drums came from the distance.
Zhang Rao and Zhao Hong looked surprised at the same time and rushed out of the tent to take a look at a slightly higher place.
I saw four phalanxes slowly suppressing them from all directions, with more than 500 people in each phalanx.
Big flags with "Tiangang" printed on them were fluttering in the wind at various square formations.
The military is at its peak and its power is overwhelming.
Pressing forward step by step, the atmosphere suddenly became tense and solemn.
When they reached a stone's throw away, the four formations stopped at the same time. Soon after, a rider came out from the front and galloped straight towards here.
This must be the messenger.
Zhang Rao pondered for a moment and suddenly said to the sentry: "Send someone to come forward to communicate."
"If you are a messenger, please come in."
Not long after, a strong man of more than thirty people wearing armor walked into the big tent. He did not salute, but just cupped his hands and shouted angrily:
"Wu Niu, I have met Zhang Qushuai."
Zhang Rao looked at him for a few times and saw that he had a strong figure and a sinister look in his eyes. He looked like a top-notch warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He couldn't help but admire him and said slowly:
"General Tiangong is really powerful, and he has many talented people under his command."
Zhao Hong was very surprised that Wang Zheng sent such a person as a messenger.
Since ancient times, two armies have fought against each other. If messengers are sent to each other, it must have some strategic purpose.
No matter what the purpose is, most of them require scribes who can speak eloquently.
Why do you want such a rough and arrogant man to be the messenger?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hong asked coldly:
"General Tian Gong sent you to our army, why?"
When Wu Niu heard this, he answered bluntly:
"General Tiangong was very happy to know that Commander Qu was here. He asked me to come and pass the news and meet with Commander Qu in his tent."
"It's ridiculous." Zhao Hong said openly after hearing this: "If you sincerely invite me, why do you want me, Commander-in-Chief, to join your army?"
"And why are you sending troops to block our army's path?"
"It's clear that he has ulterior motives and evil intentions!"
"I am only responsible for informing you." Wu Niu rolled his eyes strangely when he heard this: "The general has something to say first. If you go, you will be a friend. If you don't go, you will be an enemy."
"Be bold!"
Hearing this, Zhao Hong suddenly changed his expression: "So what if we are enemies? You can't wait for this small number of people, so how dare you..."
At this time, Zhang Rao opened his mouth and cut off his words: "Military advisor, please be patient and don't be impatient."
After saying that, he looked at Wu Niu and said with a smile: "I am planning to meet General Tiangong face to face."
Zhao Hong was very anxious when he heard this: "Commander Qu, you are the leader of our army, how can you take risks?
"No need to say more." Zhang Rao waved his hand and looked at Wu Niu: "Lead the way."
After a while, the gate of Zhang Rao's camp opened wide, and a group of people came out and drove straight to the plain at the foot of the mountain.
By this time, it was almost dusk.
The red sun in the sky gradually sets towards the back of Bauhinia Mountain, and the earth becomes dim.
Countless corpses were scattered all over the field, and the victors were cleaning up the battlefield one by one, and at the same time, they were applying last-ditch blows to the corpses from time to time.
When we walked towards the camp where Dong Lin's troops were encamped before, we saw flags flying, spears like a forest, and soldiers and generals waiting here, silent and silent.
After entering the main tent, I saw a group of people guarding a young man inside like a star over the moon.
At this time, the sky is almost dark, and the lamps are not yet lit in the tent, a mixture of darkness and brightness.
The young man was talking and laughing. He couldn't see clearly but he still felt that he was extraordinary, like a prisoner in a high mountain.
This is Wang Zheng.
I remembered the invincible figure I saw from a distance before.
Thinking of the group of soldiers who followed him and marched forward bravely without fear of death.
Zhang Rao suddenly felt that his previous idea was ridiculous.
Such people, such an army...
How could someone like him, who had lost his courage and spirit, be able to control it?
Let alone being his enemy.
Hearing the footsteps entering the tent, Wang Zheng looked up and said indifferently:
"Are you Zhang Rao?"
Hearing this sentence, Zhang Rao was shocked. Why is this scene so familiar?
He recalled that when he met that person ten years ago, the first sentence he spoke was the same, word for word.
Zhang Rao suddenly burst into tears. He couldn't help but bow his head to the ground and shouted heartbreakingly.
"Great Master, you are finally back!"
Zhao Hong, who followed him into the tent, happened to see this scene.