When Ji Han and his men traveled to the Three Kingdoms crew

Chapter 22: Kill the General and Seize the Flag

"What??? Xuande, you, you want me to be your deputy general?!"

Jian Yong opened his mouth wide and his eyes stared straight ahead, as if they would pop out of their sockets in the next second.

It's not that Jian Yong overreacted, but that happiness came too suddenly. Starting from Qu Junhou, there was a deputy position, called Jia Hou, with a rank of six hundred stones!

He went from being a commoner to an official with a rank of 600 shi???

My Taichi!
Jian Yong nearly fainted from excitement and nearly fell to the ground, but Liu Bei was quick to support Jian Yong.

Guan Yu stroked his long beautiful beard and congratulated him: "I congratulate Xianhe here."

"Tsk tsk, Jian Jiahou." Zhang Fei said sarcastically.

Jian Yong didn't care about Zhang Fei's sarcasm at all. He looked at Liu Bei excitedly.
"Jun Hou, just tell me what you want me to do!!!"

"It's still the same business as before. Counting the food and grass, armor and weapons, and stabilizing the rear. I'll entrust all of it to Xianhe."

"promise!"

Jian Yong nodded heavily.

Liu Bei knew that Jian Yong's ability lay in lobbying, and he was stubborn and courageous, but he did not make Jian Yong a fake marquis and responsible for logistics on a whim. It was simply because he had too few internal affairs talents under his command. You have to know that the essence of war is about soldiers, money and food. If the money and food are not in place, the army will be forced to withdraw even if it does not starve to death.

After all matters, big and small, were arranged, Liu Bei took a short rest and then began training in the combat sequence of the five schools of the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty.

Not later.

Han army camp.

The messenger rushed into the military tent in a hurry, "Report! Lu Zhonglang, Zong Zhonglang! The vanguard Liu Junhou has led his troops into battle with thousands of Yellow Turban bandits!"

"What?" Lu Zhi raised his eyebrows. "We haven't even reached Guangzong County yet, and we've encountered Yellow Turban bandits of this scale."

"Are they supporting that guy Zhang Jiao?" said the clan member.

Lu Zhi nodded. "That makes sense. Pass on my order. Instruct the captain to defeat the Yellow Turbans and not let them get close to Guangzong County!"

"Got the order!" The messenger rushed out of the tent.

Not long after, the messenger rushed into the tent in a hurry.

"Report! Lu Zhonglang! Zong Zhonglang! Liu Junhou led his soldiers to break away from their troop movements and charge into the enemy army. They are now surrounded!"

"What?!" Lu Zhi immediately stood up from the recliner, and the tea on the table spilled onto the ground. He felt dizzy, his head was heavy, his feet were light, and he staggered, his body shaking.

The clan member supported Lu Zhi, a bit of anger rising to his brows, "How can this Xuande be so arrogant? Is he going to die???"

On the battlefield, cavalry relied on their high speed to pierce the enemy like a knife. Once trapped in the enemy camp and unable to break out, it was like being stuck in a quagmire, unable to move, and the only thing waiting for them in the end was death.

"Pass my order, save Liu Bei's life at all costs!" the clan member shouted to the messenger.

Lu Zhi, who had recovered, slowly stood up. He stopped the clan member and said, "Wait a minute. The guards of the five schools of the Northern Army are all from good families. Liu Bei's life is his life, so aren't their lives also lives?!"

The clan member was stunned. He stared at Lu Zhi's tough but conflicted face with his mouth open, and said blankly, "Lord Lu, that's your disciple."

Lu Zhi pursed his lips tightly.

The clan member understood what Lu Zhi meant, shook his head, and sighed, "In that case, order the captain to fight quickly and decisively to reduce casualties."

After saying this, the clan member looked at Lu Zhi and said, "Lord Lu, do you think this arrangement is appropriate?"

"good"

Subsequent battle reports flew into the tent like snowflakes, and Lu Zhi shivered as he read them.

Things like 'Liu Bei's way of survival is cut off', 'Liu Bei has nowhere to escape', 'Liu Bei's situation is hopeless'.

The clan members were all afraid that Liu Bei would be beheaded.
"Liu Junhou killed the general, seized the flag, and subdued the Yellow Turban bandits!"

The sudden good news was like a bolt from the blue. Lu Zhi and the clan members were dumbfounded. They suspected that there was something wrong with their ears and took several breaths before they realized the unreal reality.

"Congratulations, Lord Lu, you beheaded an enemy general in the midst of thousands of soldiers. You are truly a fierce general." The clan member said with a smile. Although the Yellow Turbans were just a group of civilians, their great and virtuous teacher proclaimed himself General Tiangong. How could the generals under General Tiangong not be considered enemy generals?
Lu Zhi looked a little embarrassed and exclaimed: "Xuan De is really brave and brave, and he is worthy of being called the Tiger of Youzhou."

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In the vast wilderness, only vague human figures can be seen in the distance. The river water with exposed riverbed bends like a belt, and countless mountain peaks are intertwined in the distance.

Everywhere was a desolate scene, with the north wind howling, the sun dimming, the flying grass breaking, the wild grass withering, and it was as cold and chilly as a frosty winter morning.

The ragged Yellow Turban Army waded through rivers and trampled on wild grass. The place was so far away and the sky was so long, who knew where their homeland would be?
Liu Bei reined in his horse and stopped. Flags were raised on the field and fully armed soldiers came galloping towards him.

The drums roared like thunder. Liu Bei rode his horse and led Guan Yu and Zhang Fei to charge, followed closely by five hundred soldiers.

The sharp arrowhead pierced the Yellow Turban's skull, and the flying sand hit Liu Bei's face.

The two sides of the enemy fought fiercely, and the mountains and rivers were dizzy.

The sound was so powerful that it could stop rivers from flowing and cause thunder to roar.

The air seemed to be condensing and the sky and earth seemed to be blocked.

Liu Bei raised his spear and charged into the enemy camp. He witnessed with his own eyes the skinny farmers without shoes raised their hoes and bamboo poles to fight the enemy. The lives depended on the farm tools. Which noble family knew the bitterness of the common people?
Liu Bei gripped his spear tightly, led the charge, and was guarded on both sides by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

The spear can knock the hoe away, the knife can chop the carrying pole in half, and the spear can crush the bamboo pole.

Wherever he galloped, the yellow turbans fell down like wheat thorns.

However, Liu Bei and his two companions were extremely ferocious, and the Yellow Turbans continued to emerge in large numbers, so the vacancy was quickly filled.

The soldiers and horses, who were used to fighting, began to be overwhelmed. The Yellow Turbans' shouts of killing came from all directions, and everywhere there were scarlet eyes.

“Brother, if you don’t charge into battle, you three brothers will die here!” Guan Yu’s voice drowned out the Yellow Turbans.

The cold killing intent stimulated Liu Bei's skin, and his mind was particularly clear. He looked at the Yellow Turban Army and saw the general's flag facing the wind. His tone was calm.

"We will kill the general and capture the flag."

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei wielded their swords and spears vigorously, carving out a bloody path.

Qu Shuai became afraid and waved his halberd when he saw Liu Bei coming to attack him.

Liu Bei clamped his legs against the horse's belly, leaned forward to avoid the attack, and at the same time drew out his sickle hook, hooked the halberd, stood up and stabbed out with his horse lance. Qu Shuai had no way to avoid it, and the tip of the lance pierced Qu Shuai's chest.

The Yellow Turban leader, with his eyes wide open, fell to the ground and muttered, "General Tiangong."

Liu Bei cut down the general's flag, and the loud voice broke through his throat

"The enemy general will be beheaded! Why don't you surrender? ! ! You won't be killed if you surrender!!!"

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's voices followed closely, "Surrender and you won't be killed!!!"

The Youzhou soldiers shouted in unison: "Surrender and you won't be killed!!!"

The Yellow Turbans fled in all directions, dropped their weapons, and knelt trembling on the ground.

The drums stopped beating, the birds were silent, the mountains were silent, the clouds were thick, and the wind was rustling with sorrow.

The bodies of farmers and soldiers were scattered all over the ground, and their blood was trickling into the earth.

Liu Bei, who returned victoriously, could not feel happy at all and could only sigh.

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