After a while, Yang Fan came down to the battlefield under Gao Shun's guard. Seeing that the general under his command had been cleaning the battlefield, he immediately said with a smile.

"Everything depends on the lord's good arrangement, and Liao dare not take credit."

Zhang Liao replied modestly.

"Blog, blog post."

At this time, Dong Zhuo also took a detour from another place and shouted loudly from a distance.

"Dong Zhonglang!"

When Yang Fan saw Dong Zhuo, his face was indifferent. Dong Zhuo's character really made him unable to get any interest.

"Bowen, this time, Zhang Bao is the first to defeat him! Without further ado, we should quickly send troops to Guangzong, and capturing Zhang Jiao is the main business."

Since Zhang Bao had nothing to do with him, there was still a corner in Guangzong City. Thinking of this, Dong Zhuo immediately spoke.

"This is not a problem for Dong Zhonglang. Since Zhang Bao led his army out of the city, Fan ordered his generals to detour to Guangzong. At this time, he must have captured the city and captured Zhang Jiao."

Seeing that Dong Zhuo wanted to get a piece of the pie, Yang Fan sneered and said.

"Ah? Haha, the blog post is really far-sighted. Zhongying admires it, admires it."

After hearing this, Dong Zhuo smiled awkwardly.

"Lord, there are more than 60,000 Yellow Turban surrendered troops this time, all of whom are young and strong, and I don't know how to deal with it."

At this time, Zhao Yun had roughly counted the number of soldiers surrendered by the Yellow Turbans and came to Yang Fan to report.

"What's the difficulty? Just kill them all."
Chapter completed!