Chapter 668 Yellow Turban Lux
From that day on, Chu Feiyan carried a deep burden, like a mountain pressing on him, almost suppressing this iron-brained man from Hebei.
He not only wanted to live for himself, not for the tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, but for the hundreds of thousands of people on this Black Mountain!
There are not only young and strong people here, but also elderly people, children and women!
If it were really hundreds of thousands of young and strong people, the Black Mountain Army would not have huddled on the Black Mountain and would have conquered a state long ago.
From that day on, Chu Feiyan changed his name to Zhang Yan. He never smiled again. He became deep-minded and changed from a heroic brother to a qualified superior. He was good at specializing in the business and looked at the map day and night, as if he wanted to see the life of their Black Mountain Army from the dilapidated cowhide map.
He joined forces with Gongsun Zan to fight against Yuan Shao, fought against Lu Bu in Yecheng, and surrendered to Cao Cao. He was not good at scheming and racked his brains, his heart became more and more numb and colder.
Yes, now that everyone is summoned and has a way out again, what else am I worried about? Zhang Yan is a little confused. For some reason, he suddenly finds himself a little confused. He lowers his head and looks at his spreading palm. The rough palms are covered with cocoons, and Zhang Yan is a little confused.
I...I don't seem to laugh anymore?
Zhang Yan's cheeks were stiff, and she wanted to try to pull the corners of her mouth and reveal a smile from the bottom of her heart, but she couldn't do it at all. At some point, two lines of tears left in the corners of Zhang Yan's eyes. The tears passed two curved tracks on Zhang Yan's rough cheeks, just like a child's random graffiti.
If you can't laugh...if you don't.
That won't be.
Zhang Yan sighed with a sigh.
"Crack~"
Zhang Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he grabbed the spear placed aside. The cold spear awakened Zhang Yan's thoughts.
"Who is it!"
Three miles away from Guangtian City is a dense forest, and the woods are extremely dark under the night, like a monster with its teeth and claws opening its greedy giant mouth.
A dark figure slowly walked out of the dense forest in the distance, and his strong legs stepped on the dead leaves and made a crisp sound. It was this sound that alarmed Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan looked at the figure in the distance with caution. Although there was only one person on the other side, no one knew whether there were other people hidden in the dense forest behind him.
Yu Du was also alarmed by Zhang Yan's movements, and pulled out the scimitar from his waist and looked vigilantly at the figure in the distance.
Walking out of the dark shadow, the hood above my head blocked most of my cheeks, and I could only see my cold and fair chin exposed to the moonlight.
Yu Du slowly took two steps back, then suddenly escaped behind him and hit the bell placed on the city tower, "Dang~"
"When~"
"When~"
The noisy sounds in the city were overwhelmed by the sound of the bell, as if a stone hit the dense forest full of cicadas. All the sounds dissipated, and the city fell into a strange and cold silence.
Although Bo Cai was a little arrogant, he was not a fool. He heard the alarmed voice and stood up quickly, pulled out his long sword from his waist to command the Yellow Turban Army below to climb the city tower to prepare for war.
"Zhang Yan, where is the enemy?" Bo climbed the city tower and found no enemy figures. He questioned Zhang Yan with some dissatisfaction.
Zhang Yan did not answer Bo Cai, but just looked at the figure that was constantly approaching down the city tower with vigilance.
Bo Cai looked along Zhang Yan's gaze, his cheeks twitched slightly, "Is this the enemy you and Yu Du mentioned?"
Bo Chi turned around and pulled Zhang Yan's collar and shouted angrily: "Zhang Yan, are you stupid or treating us as fools?! Just one person actually rings the bell. How do you want me to explain to my brothers? Do you play with them?"
Zhang Yan remained silent and held the hand holding his collar with his left hand, then slowly lowered Bo Cai's hand. Zhang Yan glanced at Bo Cai, then turned around and continued to guard the person downstairs, "This person is very strong... really strong."
The moment Zhang Yan faced this person, he suddenly felt the way he faced Lu Bu back then. It was a fatal sense of threat, and the palpitations when facing someone who was far stronger than him.
This is not the Huaxia in the previous life, but the world where the strong can fly to the sky and hide and catch stars and moons, and can be comparable to the threatening enemy of Lu Bu... Zhang Yan took a deep breath, which was absolutely terrifying.
Bo Cai frowned and looked at Zhang Yan's back, then turned his head to look at the figure down the city tower, and then Bo frowned deeper. The person down the city tower could not see through, which was indeed a bit strange.
"You, go down and try that person as much as possible." Bocai pointed to a leader of the Yellow Turban Heroes standing beside him and said.
The leader of the Yellow Turban Wild Nodded, with a hint of ecstasy on his face, and he jumped down from the city tower with a smile, bang!
With his legs and feet slightly squatted on the ground, the ground within ten meters of the Yellow Turban Littleman leader sunk, and a large area of dense cracks appeared. He slowly stood up, and the hot blood and blood vaguely twisted the surrounding air.
The twisted muscles are like an old tree with a tied root, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a dense long hair on the top of the head is bound by a yellow turban. Behind the head, the eyes are as bright as a pair of torches, and the aura of the peak of the human immortal suddenly burst out. This is the Yellow Turban Strongman! The strongest military of the Yellow Turban Sect.
The leader of the Yellow Turban Powerful Warrior is even more than one thousand. Only among every thousand Yellow Turban Powerful Warriors will one be selected. The Yellow Turban Powerful Warriors are all spiritual gods, and the leader of the Yellow Turban Powerful Warriors are all in the late stage of the Human Immortals or even at the peak.
There are not many powerful generals in the Yellow Turban Sect, and this Yellow Turban Sect is the strongest force system of the Yellow Turban Sect.
Cheng Yuanzhi hugged his arms and showed his figure from the city tower, looking proudly at the approaching figure in the distance. As the commander of the Yellow Turban Strongman, he clearly understood how strong the Yellow Turban Strongman under his command was, especially the leader of the Yellow Turban Strongman who was fighting was still strong enough to rank among the top three among all the leaders under his command.
The corners of his mouth curled upwards without realizing it. Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes were cold. Even if you can defeat this Yellow Turban leader, it doesn't matter. He has a total of 30,000 Yellow Turban leaders and twenty-nine Yellow Turban leaders. There are millions of Yellow Turban troops in the city. Can you still fly by yourself?
The leader of the Yellow Turban Wildman was getting faster and faster, and every step he stepped on the ground made a trembling sound. At this moment, it seemed that it was not a person running on the ground, but a giant elephant running.
The Yellow Turban Army showed pleasure in his eyes on the city tower, raised his weapon high, cheering for the leader of the Yellow Turban Warrior below, "Magnificent!" "Kill him!" "Crash him to death!"
The distance is getting closer, one hundred meters, fifty meters, and thirty meters...
Only ten meters away, the people on the city tower could even see the strong wind brought by running blowing the man's cloak high, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes below.
The face that was not like a human under the cloak smiled evilly, and the body of the leader of the Yellow Turban Powerful Man running wildly like a wild giant statue exploded with a bang, turning into a blood mist in the sky!!!
Chapter completed!