King of Liao at the end of Han Dynasty

Chapter 800 Bai Qiwenhe
Wen Ji and Zhang Yan stayed in Zhang Yan's handsome tent for a long time, and the people outside the tent were all listening carefully, but they couldn't understand what was going on at all. The voice was very low, not to mention that Zhang Yan was always excited and emotional, and Wen Ji didn't say a few words. After a while, when everyone was tired of waiting, they just looked at the curtains. Picking it away, Wen Ji came out slowly, with a half-smile on his mouth. Seeing Wen Ji coming out, everyone quickly took a step back and pulled them into two rows. millet.

Wen Ji smiled, bowed his hands to everyone, and said, "Farewell, generals!"

"You..." Everyone was already wondering why the lord let Zhang Yan go so easily. Surprised, everyone wanted to rush forward, at least to enter the handsome tent to see what was going on with their lord. Everyone was eager to know what Wen Ji said, and Tai Nima was curious.

"Hey..." Wen Ji quickly opened his hand and said, "Generals, Zhang Zhoumu specially told me not to go in and disturb him until they ask you. If you go in like this rashly, if you anger Master Zhou Mu But you can't blame me!"

When everyone heard this, they were looking at Wenji's appearance, so angry, Yang Feng immediately said angrily: "Hmph! What are you! How dare you stop me!"

Wen Ji hurriedly said: "I really didn't dare to stop the generals, but..." Wen Ji glanced at everyone.

"Yang Feng!" Looking at Yang Feng who was about to rush up angrily, someone behind him immediately pulled Yang Feng, Yang Feng glared back, and the person shook his head slightly.

"Huh!" Yang Feng's momentum lowered, knowing that he really had no way to rush in right now, otherwise he would really bump into his lord, and it would be uncomfortable to be scolded. Fortunately, a brother around him reminded Yang Feng to stop. , glaring at Wenji and the two guards standing there stupidly, shouted angrily: "Don't leave, what are you doing here, our lord didn't invite you to dinner!"

Wen Ji was not angry when he heard this, and bowed his hands to everyone politely and said: "Then, I will bid farewell, generals!"

"Huh!" Everyone snorted coldly, Yang Feng threatened: "When I meet you on the battlefield in the future, I will take your head!"

Wen Ji shook his head speechlessly, and left with two guards. Looking at the backs of the three people leaving, Yang Feng and the brothers beside him said angrily: "Hmph! What the hell is going on with this lord, he let them go!"

"Who said I?" Suddenly a cold snort came, Yang Feng was shocked, grateful to shut up and turned around, Zhang Yan stood at the door of the handsome tent, looked at everyone coldly, everyone turned around and clapped their hands and said: "My lord!"

"Okay!" Zhang Yan said casually, "Stop guessing! Get up!"

Yang Feng immediately challenged him and said: "Master, tomorrow I will bring 5000 troops to Wenji's camp outside the city to challenge. Within three days, I will definitely win Wenji's head and present it to my lord!"

Zhang Yan looked cold and said sullenly: "Hmph! Presumptuous, no one is allowed to fight without my order. Today's defeat has caused a lot of losses for our army, and the enemy's reinforcements have arrived. We must beware of Wenji coming to steal the camp." , Let the rest of the soldiers rest well!"

"Er..." Yang Feng was startled, and immediately said: "My lord, today was a moment of carelessness. That Wenji only brought a few thousand cavalry, and our tens of thousands of troops..." Yang Feng's words made the people behind him The brothers were stopped, and everyone hurriedly cupped their hands and said, "No!"

Hearing everyone's promise, Zhang Yan nodded slightly, ignoring Yang Feng who still wanted to talk, and walked away.

"What the hell is going on here!" Yang Feng saw that Zhang Yan had gone far, and then dared to complain: "My lord, don't you know, is it that Liu He is urging you so hard?"

"Hey! You're the only idiot who can't see what the lord means!" Everyone complained and immediately dispersed.

"Hey!" Boss Yang Feng was unwilling, and said angrily: "What does this have to do with me, I am the master!" After standing there for a long time, he shook his head speechlessly and returned to his tent.

In this way, on the second day, Zhang Yan did not send troops to attack the city, but Wen Ji and Gao Lan had already begun to clean up the corpses and various sundries accumulated in Xingyang City for more than a month, and put their own The corpses were transported into the city and buried as soon as possible. As for the corpses of the enemy army, Wen Ji also politely sent a letter to Zhang Yan. Of course, Zhang Yan could not let his brothers be buried hastily by the enemy army. The corpses of Bingzhou soldiers were transported to Zhang Yan's camp. Did they send people from both sides? No more weapons, just pushing small carts. They transported the corpses under the city of Xingyang harmoniously, and reminded each other from time to time. , here is your family's corpse, there is your family's lieutenant and so on, although the battle of Xingyang has not yet ended, but a discerning person can see that this battle can no longer be fought...

There is a city called Caoyang in the southwest of Luoyang City in the Great Han Dynasty. It was originally a small city, but now it is unusual. Although these people are wearing armor, each of them has a yellow cloth on his helmet, which symbolizes their identity.

That's right, this is the Yellow Turban Army, and there is still a Yellow Turban Army of this size in the world today, who dare to flaunt the Yellow Turban Army in the market like this, who else can there be without Zhang Baiqi, this [-] army is exactly what Zhang Baiqi has in hand Soldiers and horses, but if you want to say that this white knight should be at the foot of Xuanyuan Mountain, confronting Zhang He, why did he come here?Hehe, for nothing else, just to wait for someone!

And on the small dirt road, after a while, a carriage came over, it was very simple, and there was another guard who looked like a cavalry escorting him, plus a coachman, no matter how you look at it, there is no big person sitting in this carriage , but unexpectedly, the [-] Yellow Turban Army, who were waiting, were sitting in this carriage...

At the very front, on top of a white horse, stood a man with a pale complexion and a thin body. However, at the head of this army, he was still so energetic, and with a handsome face, if it made those confused girls I must have seen screams again and again, but it is estimated that those teenagers must have been scared away by screaming when they saw this person's yellow robe and the flag of auspiciousness on the top of their heads. Yes, this person is exactly The leader of the [-] Yellow Turban Army is also the only remaining loyal heir of the Yellow Turban Great Master, Zhang Baiqi.

"Commander! We're here!" Beside Zhang Baiqi's general, Sun Guan, saw the slowly approaching carriage and immediately shouted to Zhang Baiqi.

Of course, Zhang Baiqi had already seen it, and with a wave of his hand, Zhang Baiqi led several important generals forward one after another, and greeted them in front of the carriage. The smell of blood made him uncomfortable, so he sneezed a few times and stopped immediately, not daring to go forward.

Zhang Bai rode to the side of the carriage, bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Sir, I'm here to pick you up!"

He only heard a chuckle from inside the carriage, and said, "Hehe! I'm a vulgar person, why do I need the Marshal to greet me in person!"

Zhang Baiqi replied: "Your Majesty has been urging you so hard, so I have no choice but to wait here for Mr. Although Mr. was tired halfway, I really don't have time to rest. I hope Mr. forgive me!"

"Haha!" There was a louder whisper from inside the carriage, and the people inside laughed and said, "Haha! The commander-in-chief is really flattering me. Although the old man is in his forties, he grew up in the northwest after all. A little distance is not a toss!"

Zhang Baiqi said: "I specifically begged the Lord to send my husband here, and the Lord also repeatedly asked me that my husband has been ill recently, so I dare not let my husband get hurt because of helping someone!"

"Haha..." There was another series of laughter, just looking at the opening of the curtain, a scribe in his forties came out of the carriage, and when he saw Zhang Baiqi for the first time, he was obviously taken aback for nothing else , It was this person who saw that Zhang Baiqi's complexion was abnormal, and said to himself, "This person must have repeatedly used heavenly magic again and again. Looking at his face, he might die in front of me, and he said he was afraid that I would hurt my body!"

But this expression was only for a moment. The scribe knew that he had already explained the words to Zhang Baiqi, but he still did it. It had nothing to do with him. Then the scribe smiled and gave Zhang Baiqi a hand Bye, he said, "I, Jia Wenhe, can't stand the commander-in-chief's praise of the old man like this!"

Zhang Baiqi saw Jia Xu's old face, but he was happier than seeing a big girl who was as beautiful as a fairy. The weak old man in front of him was Jia Xu, a poisonous man, but Zhang Baiqi knew better. The value of the army is even comparable to an army of hundreds of thousands. My subordinates and myself are all a bunch of vulgar men, but they lack a counselor, and the person in front of him is a person with extreme resourcefulness. How can Zhang Baiqi let him go? , This is exactly what I need. Since Jia Xu is no longer by Zhang Baiqi's side, whether Zhang Baiqi is attacking Tongguan, Chang'an, or on the banks of the Luoshui River, even with the supreme force of his yellow scarf warriors, he has been repeatedly defeated. Thinking about it, my current body already thought that there were too many books using heavenly arts in it, so I was condemned by heaven and was riddled with holes. If it weren't for the urgent desire to fulfill the will of the great virtuous teacher, supporting this white horse , Zhang Baiqi might have vomited blood and died, so how could he command thousands of troops here?
But seeing this think-tank-like figure in front of him, Zhang Baiqi knew that his Yellow Turban Army would not be called a brainless warrior. Adding insulting words to the brothers under his command, although sometimes, these Yellow Turban soldiers are really a little brainless...

(End of this chapter)