Carrying a steel gun, wearing a red armor, and covering it with a black cloak, Tao Ying looked at the Yellow Turban soldier who had just been tempted by his own temptation and was once again bewitched by Zhang Rao, and he was a little hesitant.

"Attack now?"

There is no problem with the decisive battle now. At least the Xuanjia Army has the confidence to win, but Tao Ying doesn't want to see many people who shouldn't die because of this.

Although this is a chaotic world and life is like a mustard of grass, if one can survive, not only accumulate merit, at least one labor force will be left for Qingzhou and a root seedling for the Han people.

"For the last chance, the rest is left to fate!"

Tao Ying made his last effort and waved his hand behind him.

Xu Sheng, who was escorting beside him, turned around and waved his hand. He suddenly rushed out of the Xuanjia Army, ran to Tao Ying's war horse, and shouted at the Yellow Turban Army.

"Are there any fellow villager from Anping? I am Liu San, who used to be the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou. Now I'm dividing land and houses in Taishan County!"

"Gao Fei, are you here? I am Ma Huan. I have been assigned ten acres of land in Taishan County and I have food rations!"

"Erdan, please bring your girl to Taishan County. My new house is empty. I have money and food. I want to marry her!"

"Shunzi, my brother is Zhou Ping. Not only does he divide the land when he serves in the Xuanjia Army, he also has monthly salary and money!"

...

With the appearance of the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army, the Yellow Turban soldiers were completely in chaos.

"Bang..."

The originally wavering person completely threw down the weapons in his hands this time. Several of the Xuanjia Army soldiers who were shouting ran out of their Qi State Yellow Turbans, and most of them knew each other.

"It's a long time to try!"

Tao Ying looked at the scene before him and felt very satisfied. Later generations of our army mobilized the bandits' families to shout that the bandits hiding on the mountain would use this trick, and try it all over the world.

Zhang Rao was anxious, looking at his subordinate who had already shown signs of mutiny, he waved his long sword in his hand.

"Don't believe them. They must have been fooled by the government army and were bribed by the government army. They came to deceive everyone and killed me!"

Zhang Rao did not dare to hesitate any more and urged the loyalists to rush towards Tao Ying.

"Blow the trumpet!"

"The whole army charges!"

Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers who had no fighting spirit in front of him, Tao Ying showed an evil smile.

"Zhang Rao, you are the starting point for me, Tao Ying, to receive Qingzhou. I'm sorry first!"

"Kill!"

Yan Liang, who had been impatient, heard the horn of attack sounding, rushed out of the Xuanjia Army array first, and rushed towards Zhang Rao's army like lightning.

"Puff..."

"Uh..."

As soon as Pu joined the formation, Yan Liang slashed horizontally and vertically, and blood splattered everywhere. Seven or eight Yellow Turban stubborn elements had died. The military formation, which was not rigorous, was instantly torn out.

"Boom..."

Yan Liang, who looked like a spirit official, was extremely brave. The three hundred Xuanjia cavalry behind him were not good at plagues. When he saw the gap, he seemed to smell a bloody shark. He rushed in, his eyes were blood red, and he fiercely teared the Yellow Turban soldiers holding weapons in his hands.

"Die!"

Yan Liang was fierce, and the young and energetic Xu Sheng was not inferior at all. He frequently attacked with long spears in his hand, and the Yellow Turban Stroke kept falling to the ground.

"Wen Heng, kill Zhang Rao!"

"Wen Xiang, don't fight blindly, pay attention to attracting surrender and abdication!"

With Tao Ying following the orders issued, Yan Liang also attracted the murderous intention and went straight to Zhang Rao, the commander of the Yellow Turban Canal wrapped in the army.

"Get out of here, don't block the way!"

Yan Liang, who rushed to the Yellow Turban Army, was as if he had entered a no-man's land, and frantically killed the Yellow Turban soldiers blocking him. Behind him was the same crazy Xuanjia Army cavalry, rushing straight towards the Yellow Turban bandits who were still fighting to the death.

With the crazy killing of Yan Liang and the Black Armored Iron Cavalry, the Yellow Turban Position instantly spread all over the field, blood flowed, people's heads rolled, and the earth was dyed red.

"Ah..."

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die..."

"Escape quickly..."

...

Finally, the central army collapsed, and the Yellow Turban soldiers guarding Zhang Rao either fled or threw away the weapons in their hands and kneeled down to surrender. They didn't want to bury Zhang Rao with them.

"The Han army is so terrible!"

"Are the Han generals who are spiritual officials descending to earth?"

There is no way, the entire army, from commander Qu to soldiers, is not the enemy of Yan Liang.

"Zhang Rao's traitor, Yan Liang is here, your doomsday has arrived!"

The road in front of Zhang Rao has been clear, and Yan Liang has advanced straight.

“It’s just here!”

Looking at Yan Liang who had become a bloody man, Zhang Rao was not afraid at all, but laughed.

"Today will be my last battle with Zhang Rao. It's okay, I'm so tired, it's time to end!"

Yan Liang looked at Zhang Rao with big eyes wide open.

Zhang Rao looked at Yan Liang, full of murderous aura.

"Die!"

"Kill!"

The next second, the two of them collided hard.

"Dang..."

The two of them have similar weapons, both of which are long swords. Once they make moves, they use their own tricks and fight fiercely.

Yan Liang and Zhang Rao both took the path of using their strength to break the cleverness, and their strength was everywhere.

"Xilulu..."

Even the horses under their crotch were biting and tumbling, eight horses hooves hovered, rolling up smoke and dust, covering the two of them.

"Puff!"

"Uh!"

After more than ten rounds, the long sword in Zhang Rao's hand was slashed into two pieces by Yan Liang's knife, and one arm was cut off. In an instant, blood splashed, causing zebo spots to be found in the two of them.

Zhang Rao's martial arts and Yan Liang had a big gap. If he had not been determined to die and did not care about life and death, his combat power would have been a bit extraordinary, and he would have been killed by Yan Liang.

"You won!"

Yan Liang did not take the opportunity to kill Zhang Rao. Zhang Rao smiled miserably, threw away half of the knife handle in his hand, and looked at Tao Ying who was coming soon, looking lonely.

"I haven't won yet. Only when I quell the troubled times and restore the Han people's happiness and stability to the Pure Land will I win!"

Tao Ying looked at Zhang Rao without a trace of joy as a winner, but instead looked helpless and depressed.

"It's me, Zhang Rao, who is too selfish!"

Zhang Rao looked around the battlefield where he had stopped killing, looked at the disabled soldiers with broken limbs and broken bodies all over the ground, and moaning, and suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had just surrendered and killed him, he would be the only one to live.

Zhang Rao slowly looked up at the sky, and suddenly had a trace of enlightenment.

"Why did the Yellow Turban Rebellion led by the great sages fail?"

"Why are the rebels no longer sympathized with like rats crossing the street?"

The root of the matter lies in them, the Qu coaches, they have fallen and lost their original intentions, and have caused countless people who have followed each other to die in vain.

"If I surrendered to the general before, would I be qualified to divide the land?"

Zhang Rao turned his eyes to Tao Ying, stared at him without blinking for a moment, and asked the last question in his life.

"Anyone who put down his weapons and no longer causes trouble will I, Tao Ying, will divide the land and houses for him, and eventually let them have a place to support the elderly and have a support for the young!"

Tao Ying nodded without hesitation. No matter whether you are the coach Qu or the soldier, as long as you transform it, at least mining, farming or laboring, you will make no contributions when you die.

"May the general treat the Yellow Turban soldiers well, they are all pitiful people!"

"I hope the general will quell the turbulent times as soon as possible!"

Zhang Rao nodded, with a warm smile on his face. He could see that Tao Ying was saying sincerely to him. Isn’t this what they once pursued for the death?

"Puff!"

Zhang Rao's broken arm suddenly pulled out his sword from his waist, facing the dead Yellow Turban soldiers, and committed suicide.

"Oh, what a pity!"
Chapter completed!