The Restoration of the Great Qin of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 250 The Melancholy Yellow Turban
Therefore, among the Qin survivors, these people are diehards.Four hundred years have passed, but it has not been extinguished.These people are all old Qin people.

……

Guo Jia suddenly felt that a danger was approaching.His thoughts flashed, and various hypotheses came out one after another.Finally raised his head and said.

"Hey, what do you want?"

If you want to crack it, you have to go deep into it.Only by understanding the meaning of the old Qin survivors can Guo Jia make an analysis and break down one by one.

"call."

Glancing at the starry night sky, Ying Fei paused for a moment and said, "Wei Ji holds the posthumous pen of the Taiwei to show his loyalty."

Ying Fei paused for a moment, his eyes flickered a few times, and said: "The Taiwei wrote a letter on the sheepskin scroll, and his descendants will assist Ying Qin in his future generations."

"Use the teachings of the ancestors to show their hearts!"

With a sigh, Guo Jia said: "The Taiwei is worthy of being a loyal minister. He was very powerful during his lifetime, and he is also the same after his death."

"Ah."

Ying Fei nodded and said yes, Wei Liao is worthy of being a loyal person.During his lifetime, he devised a strategy to pacify the six countries for Daqin, and devoted himself to it.After his death, he also made plans for Ying Qin.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, and her hair, blown by the wind, was scattered behind her head.Standing in the courtyard, Ying Fei was having a hard time making a decision, swaying left and right, careless and uncertain.

"Fengxiao, the matter has come to this, what should we do?"

His heart wavered, and he couldn't make a choice.After a long time, Ying Fei turned to look at Guo Jia and said.

"After four hundred years of dormancy, its power is even stronger. Therefore, the Qin Yi Clan is definitely one of the secret powers hidden in the world. If it is used properly, it can be a strong support."

In the eyes, the light shot out.Guo Jia narrowed his eyes and said: "This is an intellectual duel, and it has little to do with overall strength."

"The presence of Xu Changshi, my lord, and Jia is enough to turn any situation around. My lord, you don't have to be afraid of them."

……

Guo Jia's heart is like a mirror, and she sees this matter clearly.Therefore, although the power of the Qin survivors is huge, it is only at present.

When the Yellow Turbans are wiped out, Ying Fei's momentum will definitely increase.At that time, the balance between the two will tilt bit by bit.Until the end, Ying Fei will definitely become the sole master of the entire force with an overwhelming advantage.

What's more, Ying Fei has an army in his hands.Once the Qin survivors died, riots broke out.In the blink of an eye, a large army can be dispatched to kill it with thunderous force.

……

In troubled times, the army is the capital to settle down.Although Guo Jia is not clear about the saying that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun, his idea is indeed the same.

Guo Jia advocates violence and likes to be single.

It thinks that it can be solved by force, so don't use brainpower.After all, force is the simplest and most effective form.

As a literati, he did the opposite.In this bright late Han Dynasty, it has to be said that Guo Jia is a wonderful flower.

"Ah."

Hearing this, he nodded.Ying Fei thought for a while, and the light in his eyes was shining brightly, and said.

"Put this matter on hold for the time being, and talk about it later."

……

Therefore, the affairs of the Qin survivors are complicated and chaotic, and it is impossible to figure them out at once.What's more, Ying Fei is not in a hurry about this, and he plans to let it go for a while.

"promise."

Guo Jia glanced sideways, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.He was a little puzzled by Ying Fei's sudden move.He felt that at this moment, Ying Fei was no longer sharp.

At this moment, Ying Fei lost the vigor she had before.Just like a middle-aged man, he became graceful and majestic.

In the depths of Guo Jia's eyes, a trace of regret flashed across.He glanced at it, his expression unpredictable.He also knew a thing or two about Guo Jia's thoughts.

The sharpness of the past no longer exists.

This is because Ying Fei was not worth a name in the past.Apart from oneself, there is no extra value.

When people are down and down, they are willing to work hard.But at this moment, Ying Feigui is the guardian of the Western Regions, with two thousand stones and an army of one hundred thousand.

It has officially become a benchmark force.It can be said that at this moment, Ying Fei's family has a big business, which drags it down.Even if he wanted to go all out, the forces behind him would not be willing.

……

The flood was raging, and the sky was ruined day after day.

The water of the great river flows endlessly.Since Ying Fei and others withdrew, the water level has gradually risen.The sky is full of water, Chaoyang County is like a city in water.

"Qu handsome."

Standing on the city wall, looking at the muddy water below the city.In the fourth year of Zhao, a gleam of coldness raged in the tiger's eyes.

"What's the matter?"

Sitting in the city of sorrow, at this moment, Zhao Nian's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

"The raft is ready, please move it handsomely."

Little Yellow Turban, towards Ying Fei, said.His expression is respectful, and the yellow scarf on his head moves with the wind.

"Ah."

Hearing his words, Zhao Nian's eyes flashed.After a short pause, he shouted, and said.

"Order the whole army to withdraw!"

"promise."

Little Yellow Turban School turned around and left. The flood was rising to the sky bit by bit.Everyone saw this scene clearly.

The worries in my heart exploded geometrically.This is equivalent to the sickle of death, which is placed on the neck.The cold murderous intent rushed straight to Baihui.

……

Rafts come in all shapes and sizes.Zhao Nian stood on the raft with a complicated look on his face.

After trekking thousands of miles, his plan came to nothing, whether it was the loss of soldiers, horses or food, it was extremely painful.

"Soldiers enter Bochang."

Walking along the flood, after three breaths, Zhao Nian raised his head to the sky and howled.

Zhao has studied the surrounding forms for four years.Up to now, there is only one way to go, and that is to enter Bochang!

"Brother Zhao."

Standing on the raft, Wang Dahu flashed his eyes and said.At this moment, he had some admiration for Zhao Nian's talent.It is precisely because of this that the three forces are like one family at this moment.

"Brother Wang, what's the matter with you?"

Turning his head, his eyes collided.

"Shh."

Fierce sparks intertwined in mid-air.Looking at each other, embarrassment flashed across Wang Da's face, and said.

"Bochang is a place where the sun faces the east. Not only our army, but also the [-] army of the Imperial Guard."

"That's right, going to Bochang this time will definitely have a face-to-face encounter with the Chief Protector. I don't know Brother Zhao, what can I do?"

To the Yellow Turban soldiers, Ying Fei is a god of death.The illustrious reputation it has achieved is enough to make children cry.Because of this, Wang Da was always worried.

Its army is mighty, facing any enemy without fear.Zhao Nian's eyes flashed, he paused for a moment, then turned his head and said.

"Our army has hundreds of thousands of people, and most of the guards in the capital are only [-]. Twenty to one, what are you afraid of!"

Zhao Nian's tone was tough, his arrogance soaring to the sky.At this time, he is the commander of the coalition army, the soul of an army.Others can be afraid, but he can't speak lightly.

Having seen Ying Fei's sharpness, Zhao Nian has no confidence in the 20 army.What's more, Ying Fei faced the army that had traveled thousands of miles with a division that had recharged its batteries.

The outcome has long been decided!

"The chief protector."

Whispering in his heart, there was a sharp murderous intent, as loud as the sound of drums.

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(End of this chapter)