One day after the Han Dynasty's Imperial City was surrounded by 600,000 Yellow Turban Army. The morning light shines, the sun is scorching, and the spring is bright. If you are outing, the weather will be right. Luoyang, the center of power and politics of the Han Dynasty, is in a stern and murderous atmosphere inside and outside the city.

The Yellow Turban Army's army was assembled, and Zhang Jiao's army faced the northern gate of Luoyang. As the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, the army led by Zhang Jiao was the example of the other units.

Zhang Jiao, who stood upright on the chariot, slowly pulled out a sharp sword from his waist. The cold light was extremely dazzling under the sunlight. Zhang Jiao held the sword in his hand and drew in the air. The sword tip pointed to the imperial capital.

"Our Taiping Dao is obeyed by the heavens, overthrow the Han Dynasty and support the world. Today, all the generals obey orders and attack the city!"

With Zhang Jiao's order, the Yellow Turban Army rushed towards Luoyang like a tide.

The rain of arrows came from the head of Luoyang City. The Yellow Turban Army, who was rushing in front, raised its shield to resist the arrows. The crossbowman who followed them set off his bow and pulled the arrows to fight back. Behind the crossbowman were soldiers carrying the flying bridge.

The Yellow Turban Army units attacked Luoyang City from all directions at the same time. The shield soldiers resisted and the crossbowmen were covered. As noon, the moat outside Luoyang City finally all crossed the river. In front of the Yellow Turban Army, the soldiers carrying cloud ladders had been ready for a long time.

The sound of shouting, howling, and drumming, Zhang Jiao turned a deaf ear, stood upright on the chariot, with his palms folded against the end of the sword, and everything seemed to be under his control. He was bound to win this battle to capture Luoyang.

The general He Jin, who was standing at the head of Luoyang City, had already ordered the orders he should convey. Whether Luoyang could be defended was no longer something he could control.

He Jin, who also held the sword in front of his hands with both hands, closed his eyes and said nothing, was like a god of war. The breeze passed by, the armor reflected, the cloak fluttered, and the white feather on his helmet was particularly eye-catching.

All honors, disgraces, wealth and honor in this life are in this battle!

Victory, keep your name in history, and be powerful in the court and the country!

Defeat, decay for thousands of years, and death is lost!

Countless cloud ladders were placed on the top of Luoyang city. The Yellow Turban Army, who were waving swords and climbing up the cloud ladder, chopping and killing the Han defenders guarding the city, but were killed again and again. The cloud ladder was pushed down again and again, and was helped up again and again until it was cut down by the swords and broken down, falling to the ground.

The city of Luoyang was covered with corpses and blood flowed into a river, but the Yellow Turban Army was still attacking. All the Yellow Turban generals were standing in front of the formation and witnessing the situation ahead. As long as there was a slight defensive flaw at the top of the city, they would increase their troops and attack fiercely. All the Yellow Turban generals knew that as long as the Yellow Turban Army entered Luoyang City and opened the city gate, there would be no suspense in the victory or defeat!

The red sun sets westward, and the Yellow Turban Army's attacks ended at the top of the city, and it was unable to form a scale to occupy the city. It was wiped out by the defenders again and again when they were about to succeed.

The Yellow Turban Army's ladders to attack the city were exhausted. Seeing that the offensive was about to be destroyed, the Yellow Turban Generals all closed their eyes and sighed with regret. At the same time, they also vaguely complained that General God did not listen to the advice yesterday. If the ladders today were enough and insisted on attacking for a period of time, perhaps, they could break through the defense of the defenders. Unfortunately, it was a pity...

"General, our army's ladders have been used up, what should we do now?" Zhang Bao came to Zhang Jiao and looked at Zhang Jiao, whose eyes remained closed. His tone was very low. There were countless Yellow Turban Army corpses piled up under the city. The tragic level of the war was unimaginable, but the Yellow Turban Army was unable to capture the city in the end.

The deep and simple eyes of black and white were slowly opened, and Zhang Jiao raised his sword again, waved his finger, shouted: "I'll order all troops of the army to attack the north gate of Luoyang City with all their might!"

"This..." Zhang Bao was at a loss. The strength of the imperial capital's gate can be imagined. If he rushes hard, the casualties will be too great, and it may not be effective.

"Zhang Bao, do you dare to miss the military order?" Zhang Jiao's face was cold, his eyes were like a knife, and he stared at Zhang Bao.

Zhang Bao did not dare to disobey the military orders, so he ordered all troops of the army to attack the northern gate of Luoyang.

After the military order was issued, the Yellow Turban generals on the other three sides were in disbelief, but the military orders were not violated, so they ordered the entire army to move to the north gate of Luoyang.

After Zhang Jiao issued a new combat order, he once again held the sword in his hand and closed his eyes to rest.

Success or failure, this battle, Yuanyi, don’t let me down.

Just as the Yellow Turban Army turned to the North Gate of Luoyang, the North Gate of Luoyang miraculously opened!

"General, no, the Taiping Road rebels have already lurked in the city. The three thousand Yellow Turban rebels led by Ma Yuanyi suddenly attacked at the North Gate. It is revealed that the north gate has been lost. General Chunyu Qiong has rushed over to make up for defense. Ma Yuanyi and other rebels were killed on the spot, but the Yellow Turban thieves have entered the north gate and are now in a stalemate with our army at the north gate. Although the damage in the defenders in the city is far smaller than that of the Yellow Turban thieves in one day's battle, there are only less than 40,000 left now, but the Yellow Turban thieves may have at least 400,000. What should we do now? Please ask the general to decide." Yuan Shao, who was wearing a brocade robes and silver armor, stood behind General He Jin with blood.

Cao Cao and Yuan Shu were also covered with blood and scars. They were both on the side of Yuan Shao.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and He Jin raised his huge sword and waved it towards the city wall.

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The giant sword was embedded in the stone wall. He Jin turned around and looked at Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, and Cao Cao. He Jin, who had no expression on his face, was arrogant without anger. He said coldly to the three of them, "Depth troops and all their strength to defend the North Gate. If we cannot defend, the emperor will be in trouble! At that time, the sky of the Han Dynasty will collapse! What place do we Han ministers have to stand in front of us? Listen to me, those who retreat in the face of the battle will kill!"

Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu and Cao Cao all reported it in their hearts, with a passionate look on their faces, bowing and holding their fists to take the order.

After the three of them retreated, He Jin turned around and looked outside the city again. The Yellow Turban Army had already rushed towards the north gate with a purpose. Is there any suspense in the face of the 400,000 Yellow Turban Army?

Looking down at the dense Yellow Turban Army outside the city, He Jin felt cold in his heart, even though he remained calm.

Can you win this battle? I'm afraid it's up to a miracle to appear!

The main Yellow Turban Army was facing the northern gate of Luoyang. At this moment, Zhang Bao was riding on his horse in joy, and said to Zhang Jiao, who was standing on the chariot, with a calm expression on his face: "General, the north gate has been broken, just waiting to exhaust the defenders in the city, and the general situation of our Taiping Road has been settled."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Zhang Jiao opened his eyes and looked at the sky, and said lightly: "After sending the order, after attacking Luoyang, the first priority is to take down the palace and not to leak any royal family, especially the emperor. I want him to kneel in front of my Taipingdao people, and then behead him to correct the way of heaven. Secondly, control the officials in the city first, and kill those who resist."

"As for the order." Zhang Bao personally took a horse to various departments to pass the orders. Now that the major event has been decided, Zhang Bao was overjoyed and wished he could attack Luoyang immediately, watching the foolish emperor's appearance.

Zhang Jiao, who looked up at the sky with his head raised, was not complacent at this moment. He knew that this was the first step to smooth the world through Taiping Road.

The imperial capital fell, the Han Dynasty was overthrown, and the world was in chaos.

The road to Taiping Road is still very long, very long...

I will be filial to you, how great it would be if you were here at this moment.

Zhang Mancheng, who looked at the northern city gate of Luoyang, shouted at his subordinates impatiently: "Crush! Crush for me! Crush into the imperial city and capture the Emperor of Han for me."

The Yellow Turban generals all knew that the city gate was open at this time, and it was only a matter of time before they could enter the city. In order to seize the credit, they naturally had to work harder. After entering the city, whoever could capture the Han Emperor first would gain great contributions!

Just as Zhang Mancheng shouted and the soldiers accelerated their advance, a shocking shout came from behind.

"Sun Jian, Wujun, led the children of Jiangdong to fight against the thief! The thief was killed even if he didn't get off his horse!"

Zhang Mancheng was not afraid at all, but was stunned. He grabbed the reins and looked back. A team of thousands of cavalry rushed over. The two cavalry led by him were actually one in their early thirties, wearing armor and holding an ancient ingot knife. The youngest was only ten years old, but they were wearing armor and wielding a long serpent. The two were extremely powerful and led a thousand cavalry into the Yellow Turban Formation. Wherever they went, blood mist was everywhere, and broken limbs could be seen everywhere.

"Don't be arrogant, Taiping Road general Zhang Mancheng is here!" Zhang Mancheng turned around and rushed towards Sun Jian.

The cavalry led by Sun Jian was the nemesis of the Yellow Turban infantry. In addition, the bravery was hard to defeat, and the Yellow Turban Army was killed and injured in a short time. Sun Jian killed ordinary soldiers like slaughtering pigs and dogs, without any sense of accomplishment. When he saw the Yellow Turban generals coming to fight, he was shocked and slapped his horse to welcome him.

Zhang Mancheng and Sun Jian fought against each other. At the moment of the confrontation, the weapons collided. Zhang Mancheng was in awe of terror: What a powerful force.

His inner reading became the last sigh of life.

Clam

The ancient ingot knife not only cut off the knife in Zhang Mancheng's hand in a flash, but also took away Zhang Mancheng's life. The blood fountain spurted from Zhang Mancheng's neck, and a head drew a wonderful arc in the air and fell into the chaotic army.

"Bah, is it so vulnerable or is it a general? My son and grandson Ce can kill you in three combinations!"

Zhang Mancheng and Sun Jian were beheaded after only meeting each other. When the Yellow Turban Army around him saw it, they were all terrified. Moreover, the cavalry led by Sun Jian was extremely brave and even more timid. Many Yellow Turban soldiers on the periphery had already left their weapons and fled.

Luoyang City is all in front of you, and the overall situation can be determined in just a moment, but the Yellow Turban Army did not expect that countless troops appeared from all directions to form a double-team against them.

"Liu Yan, the governor of Youzhou, led the royal army to attack the rebels!"

"Liu Bei, the descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan, was ordered to fight against the thieves!"

"Zhang Yide, a man from Yan, is here!"

"Guan Yu is here, the thief general won't surrender!"

...

"Tao Qian led Danyang soldiers to fight against the thief!"

"Gongsun Zan, western Liaoning, led the White Ma Yicong to kill the thief according to the imperial edict!"

...

"Dong Zhuo, Liangzhou, led the Western Liang cavalry to obey the order to protect the carriage!"

...

"What's going on? What's going on?" Zhang Jiao watched the army suddenly fall into chaos. Countless small groups of troops entered the Yellow Turban Army and looked away. Those troops ranged from a thousand people to less than ten thousand people. There were only one team that appeared from the northwest, probably about 30,000 cavalry. The rest of the teams appeared were not afraid, but the Yellow Turban Army is now in a mess and has completely lost the command order.

"Brother, brother." Zhang Liang ran to Zhang Jiao in front of blood.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zhang Jiao's eyes were cold and he stared at Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang's pale and colorless face showed a look of horror and said in a crying voice: "The Hanting reinforcements appeared from all directions. The leaders all have the courage of tens of thousands of cavalry. Also, we can't stop them anymore, we really can't stop them. We quickly order the withdrawal of troops."

"Report! Report to General of Heaven, Zhang Mancheng died in battle." The news from the messenger changed Zhang Jiao's expression.

But next...

"Report! Peng Tuo died in battle!"

"Report! Han Zhong died in battle!"

"Report! Zhao Hong died in battle!"

"Report! Zhang Niujiao is seriously injured and dying!"

"Report! Sun Xia died in battle!"

...

The three brothers Zhang Jiao and his face turned pale by the successive defeats.

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A mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth, Zhang Jiao fell down to the sky, Zhang Bao hugged him, and called anxiously: "Brother, brother, how are you?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the sky with his eyes dazed, murmured to himself: "You have defeated me, you have defeated me. After all, Fengxiao has been called out by you."

I remember that Xu Shu once said that although the Yellow Turban Army was large and powerful, it was difficult to resist the imperial army. If the battle was fought, the army would be defeated and defeated after the defeat. Isn’t the situation now? The reinforcements of those routes were only 50,000 or 60,000 troops, while the Yellow Turban Army had at least 400,000, but now, the defeated Taiping Road is the one who lost.

"Do not help me! Isn't help me!" Zhang Jiao suddenly roared towards the sky with all his might.

Blood was still overflowing from his mouth, but Zhang Jiao had lost any idea of ​​seeking life. If he had attacked Luoyang City one hour earlier, the situation on the battlefield would never have been like this.

"Brother, brother, let's withdraw and make a comeback in the future." Zhang Bao looked down at Zhang Jiao in his arms anxiously, feeling extremely worried.

Zhang Jiao smiled and shook his head and said, "You guys should retreat quickly. The eldest brother's deadline has arrived and his life is not long. Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang, brother hates you and my brothers, you and I have been wandering since childhood, have experienced the sufferings of the world, have seen through the coldness of the world, and are determined to support the world and save the people from water and fire. Why did they fail? Why? How could the Han emperor stay in a high position and be the lord of the people? Emperor? Emperor? Is this emperor sent by God to benefit the people, or sent by God to torture the people?"

Zhang Jiao suddenly widened his eyes, blood slid down his eye sockets, and his eyes gradually dimmed. At the last moment of his life, Zhang Jiao grabbed Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's hands tightly and shouted to the sky: "Fengxiao, I'm not willing to give up!"

Zhang Bao hugged Zhang Jiao's body tightly, and Zhang Liang pounced on Zhang Jiao's body. The two brothers cried loudly, and the Yellow Turban Army around him also shed tears in despair.
Chapter completed!