There was nothing to say all night. The next day, Yang Fan got up early and came to the living room. Seeing that everyone in the Zhen family had arrived, he immediately bowed: "The war in Julu is tense, Fan is going to lead his army to leave today. I will come and say goodbye at this time."

"Bowen officials hold important positions, so they naturally put major events first. When they part, I have several things to send to Bowen to strengthen their military power. I wish Bowen to make new contributions and rise to the forefront."

Zhen Yi stood up first and said.

Then a servant brought a horse outside the door. This horse was tall and majestic, extremely strong, with a black body and a ball of white hair growing on all its limbs and hooves.

"I bought this horse from the Hu people, called it dark clouds and snow. It can travel thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a night, and mountains, rivers and valleys are like walking on flat ground."

As soon as Zhen Yi finished speaking, several servants came to Yang Fan with a long wooden box.

"This gun name 'Pojun' was made by a founding master in the Western Han Dynasty. The tip of the gun was cast by a flying stone outside the sky. It is indestructible and extremely sharp."

Zhen Yi opened the wooden box and a golden spear came into his eyes. Although it had been sealed for a long time, it could not cover its unstoppable momentum.

At this time, several servants came carrying a large wooden box.

"This is the Lion Armor of the Swallowing Anime, all made of iron, which can ensure that Bowen is foolproof on the battlefield."

Zhen Yi said with a smile.

"This...fan thanked Mr. Zhen."

These three treasures were priceless at first glance, and they were probably worth tens of thousands of dollars, so they were given away by Zhen Yi in an understatement. At this time, Yang Fan was very grateful.

"There are tens of thousands of new soldiers in the Bowen army. I believe the food and grass are in urgent need. I will give Bowen another 30,000 stones of food and grass to supply military supplies."

Zhen Yi was bombarded with sugar-coated shells, which made Yang Fan want to be bombed a few more times.

"Bowen, the soldiers on the battlefield are in danger, and the charge will be left to the generals. Don't take risks yourself."

Zhen Jiang was crying and looked reluctant.

"The sailing hand has no power to tie a chicken. Even if you want to charge, you will have the will but not enough power!"

Seeing Zhen Jiang's face full of worry, Yang Fan quickly said half-jokingly.

"It should be like this. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Bowen is the commander of the three armies and should not be moved lightly."

Zhen Yi said in agreement.

"It's not too late, let's leave here, and come and meet again after the sail destroys the Yellow Turban bandits."

Yang Fan asked Gao Shun to put away the things, then clasped his fists and said.

"Yeah, go!"

Zhen Yi smiled with a loving look on his face.

"Jiang'er, I'm leaving!"

Looking at Zhen Jiang's expression, Yang Fan suddenly felt cruel and turned around and headed out of the door.

"Silly girl, Bowen was a hero at that time. How could you drag him down with such a long love relationship?"

After Yang Fan left, Zhang immediately came to Zhen Jiang and took him into his arms to comfort him.

After returning to the camp, all the generals were waiting in the central army's tent.

"Zilong, have you sobered up?"

Seeing Zhao Yun in the big tent, Yang Fan immediately smiled.

"Lord, don't say it anymore. Zilong vomited last night and vomited, haha..."

Zhang Liao, who was standing beside him, saw Zhao Yun being depressed and quickly spoke.

"Oh, Fan happened to have something to quench the wine here. I wonder if Zilong wants it?"

Yang Fan came to the coach's seat and sat down and said.

"I don't know what it is? Yun was so sad that he died. Please give it to the general."

Zhao Yun's eyes were blurred, his feet were paralyzed and his hands were weak, it was really...

"Carry things in!"

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, several soldiers walked in and placed them on the ground and took back the wooden box containing the Pojun Zhatsuki lion armor.

"What's this?"

Isn’t it a cure for wine? Why did you get two wooden boxes? Zhao Yun asked in confusion.

"Don't you know if Zilong opens it?"

Zhao Yun was determined to win, and even Yang Fan gave the gift worth ten thousand gold from his prospective father-in-law without hesitation.

"This...this is..."

After Zhao Yun opened the two boxes, he was stunned. His confused eyes gradually became clear and then he became excited.

"The so-called treasure armor is paired with a hero, these two things will be Zilong's from now on."

Yang Fan first said the words Zhen Yi had introduced these two things before, and then smiled.

"Yun Caomin is a man with no strengths, and only this martial arts is quite good. If the general refuses to abandon him, Yun is willing to join the general's disciple for advice."

Zhao Yun felt deeply that the value of these two things was priceless for those who practice martial arts. He did not hesitate at the moment and bowed to Yang Fan.

"Haha, if our army has Zilong joining, why worry about Zhang Jiao?"

Yang Fan quickly got up and helped Zhao Yun up and said with a smile.

"Thank you, lord!"

Zhao Yun is now a grassroots person. How could Yang Fan respect him so much that he could not convince him and devote himself to repaying his kindness?

"Zilong will serve as a deputy general under Wen Yuan's command for the time being. After a while, he will come out to lead the army alone."

Yang Fan had great expectations for Zhao Yun, and it was not unreasonable that this person was known as the ever-winning general.

"Don't envy you, you all do your own things. After pacifying the Yellow Turbans, we will reward you according to the merits. Then it will be time to look at military merits."

Seeing Zhou Cang and others showing envious expressions, Yang Fan immediately smiled.

"Abide by the order!"

All the generals held their fists and agreed.

An hour later, Zhen Yi's three thousand stones of grain were also sent into the camp. Yang Fan waved his hand and the entire army set off, aiming directly at Guangzong County.

Since Liu Hong appointed Lu Zhi as the General of the Northern Army, he led the five Northern Army troops to the north and the general of the Wuhuan Army to serve as his deputy, and won consecutive victories along the way. If Yang Fan had not defeated Cheng Yuanzhi's troops first, the first contribution of the Yellow Turban Rebellion would have been Lu Zigan.

Zhang Jiao was defeated and retreated to Guangzong County. Now Lu Zhi has formed a siege against Guangzong County. However, the Yellow Turban soldiers are numerous. Even if Lu Zhi has the talent of heaven and earth, he will not be able to take him for a while. The two sides are in a stalemate.

Yang Fan led an army of 60,000 to Guangzong County. Within a few days, he finally arrived at Luzhi Camp.

"You are Yang Fan and Yang Bowen?"

Lu Zhi has always heard of this upstart in the court but has no idea about him.

"It's just kid. My father often mentioned Lu Zhonglang's incident to Fan. Today I will meet the real person and I will be lucky in my three lives!"

Yang Fan saw a group of people standing at the gate of the camp, and Liu Bei and his three brothers were among them. One of the veterans in armor asked first. Yang Fan quickly dismounted and bowed to the man.

"Okay, not bad, it's a pity for Wenxian."

Seeing that Yang Fan was polite, the power of tens of thousands of troops behind him was no less than that of the Five Northern Army Schools under his command. There were even a magnificent general standing by his side. He praised him first, and then felt sorry for Yang Biao. He also knew something about Yang Fan, but what Lu Zhi didn't expect was that he would meet Yang Fan in such a scene.

"Old man Yingpan has ordered people to repair it. The Bowen can let the soldiers under his command enter the camp to rest first, so we will go to the big tent to discuss matters."

Lu Zhi had long heard of Yang Fan's defeat of Cheng Yuanzhi's troops in the Liaohe River. Although he also felt that the number of Yellow Turbans was a bit exaggerated, this could not conceal Yang Fan's outstanding martial arts.

"Chang Yun, Wen Yuan, you can take people to the camp for rest first, and I will follow Lu Zhonglang to discuss matters."

Seeing that Lu Zhi had already spoken, Yang Fan naturally listened and immediately ordered.

"promise!"

Guan Yu and Zhang Liao immediately took the order and left.

"How many people did the blog post bring this time?"

After everyone arrived at the Central Army's tent, Lu Zhi took the lead in asking.

"One thousand horse army and fifty thousand infantrymen."

Yang Fan quickly replied.

"Okay! That breaking Guangzong City is just around the corner."

After several months of consumption, Lu Zhi had only more than 10,000 people under his command. Under such circumstances, it was very difficult to fight Zhang Jiao and dare not leave the city.

"Come on, I will introduce it to the blog post. This is the chief general of the Wuhuan General. At this time, I am the deputy of my husband. This is my husband's disciple Liu Bei..."

Lu Zhi was obviously in a good mood and introduced everyone in the tent to Yang Fan.

"I've met Lord Yang Zhonglang, but I wonder if Lord Zhonglang still remembers the villain?"

After Lu Zhi finished introducing it, Liu Bei quickly stood up and worshiped Yang Fan.

"After leaving that day, it has been several months. Xuande is safe?"

Seeing that Liu Bei was the first to greet him, Yang Fan also asked with a smile.
To be continued...