Plunder the heavens and worlds

Chapter 110 The Yellow Turban Boss Cao Mengde

"Master, where is the guard of Hulao Gate, Lu Bu?"

Yuan Shao looked puzzled, not knowing why his speculation just now went wrong.

Upon hearing this question, Cao Cao just pointed to the city. That was the place where Lu Bu died. The body has not been cleaned yet.

Yuan Shao looked in the direction of the finger, with a shocked expression on his face, it was indeed the invincible Lu Bu.

"Such a mighty general was actually killed."

Needless to say, Master Shizun must have done this, Yuan Shao sighed, originally he planned to recruit him to surrender.

The rest of the Sixteenth Route Allied Forces also arrived. There were tens of thousands of soldiers, and only [-] soldiers.

The entire 50-strong coalition army was pressed in such a dense manner that it made everyone sigh.

"For a mob, one person and one sword are enough."

Others don't know, Long Xuan himself doesn't know yet.

Yuan Shao always has enough soldiers and horses, and enough food and grass, but his combat effectiveness is poor.

"Not as good as Xiliang Dong Fat Pig."

Liu Bei personally fought with Xiliang soldiers to the death, and it was natural to see their strong murderous intent. The army in front of him was far behind.

An army of 50 sounds like a lot. If they meet the elites of Xiliang in their heyday, they will probably be defeated.

"I have met Senior Sword Immortal, I am very polite."

The one who spoke was a vigorous old general named Sun Jian, known as the number one expert in Jiangdong.

"Thank you Immortal for defeating the enemy and wiping out the Xiliang army."

Han Fu, the boss of Jizhou, stepped forward to respect Jishou to show his worship to the immortal.

"Uncle Han, you're welcome." Yuan Shao said with a faint smile.

"I don't dare take it. The young master is the new head of the Yuan family and I can't bear it."

In Yuan Shao's place, Han Fu seemed extremely humble. He had no choice but to be the Yuan family who made him what he is today, like someone else's retainer.

The reputation of the fourth generation and the third lord is not just blown out, as long as Yuan Shao speaks, countless elite soldiers will come to join him.

"Whoosh..."

A flying pigeon formed from true energy flitted across the sky, looking crystal clear, like a bright pearl.

This is a small trick in Taiping Yaoshu, specially used to send credits.

"I would like to inform you, Master, that my disciple is in danger. I would like to ask Master to come to Jizhou."

There were a few words written on the Lingge, Long Xuan frowned, and Zhang Jiao was about to die after calculating the time.

"Zhang Jiao is already in danger, the disciples will follow the teacher."

Long Xuan glanced at everyone, and finally he decided to ask Yuan Shao to hand over the power of the coalition commander to Sun Jian.

Sun Jian's character in history is still very good. Besides, it will only take three to five days, and the sky cannot be turned.

Long Xuan casually pointed at the flying sword, and the Sword of Ganjiang became bigger rapidly, soaring to the sky in the stunned eyes of the coalition forces.

"Master, I know a little bit about Junior Brother Zhang Jiao. It is said that he vomited blood a month ago."

Yuan Shao thought about this rumor while he was away from home. It seemed that it was not groundless, otherwise why would the master be so nervous.

The flying sword was like a stream of light, and it reached Jizhou in just the blink of an eye, flying towards the position where Zhang Jiao was stationed.

Jizhou is indeed the largest state in the Three Kingdoms era. Long Xuan roughly estimated that there are about 500 million people in Jizhou.

No wonder Yuan Shao in history was able to easily pull up an army of 70. It turns out that this has a lot to do with the prosperity of Jizhou.

In the center of Jizhou, there is a huge mountain range that surrounds Youzhou and Bingzhou from south to west.

It seems that the base camp of the Yellow Turban Army is on the mountain, and Zhang Jiao's disciples should also be on it.

According to the information spread along the road, Zhang Jiao captured Jizhou, Youzhou, Bingzhou, and Qingzhou as soon as he started his army.

Such a powerful territory basically dominates Hebei and dominates the north.

But for some reason, the site was suddenly contracted a month ago, and Jizhou and Qingzhou were given up.

Now only this mountain is guarded, there is also the border pass Youzhou, and the bitter cold land of Bingzhou.

"Senior Sword Immortal is here."

A Yellow Turban soldier recognized Feijian who was riding the wind and waves, and shouted excitedly.

"It's true that he has the spirit of an immortal and has the demeanor of a true immortal."

The Yellow Turban Army were all poor people, and they welcomed Long Xuangong in with admiration.

Under the leadership of the Yellow Turban Army, Long Xuan arrived at a hall with maps hanging in it and was stunned.

Standing in front of him was an old man in yellow clothes. He was thin and his face was covered with wrinkles, turning him into a rickety old man.

"Master, you are finally here, my disciple is unworthy!"

The old man in yellow clothes in front of him was trembling and wanted to kneel down to salute, but Cao Cao stopped him.

"You...you are Junior Brother Zhang Jiao?"

Yuan Shao's eyes widened, wanting to compare the rickety old man in front of him with the young talent from a few months ago.

In the end, he could only shake his head with a sigh. It can almost be said that the two are not the same person at all.

"Master, although I have become the ghost I am now, I don't regret it.

On the first day, I went down the mountain and rescued 300 people in a row. Their hair was all white and they lost 20 years of life.

The second time was the encirclement and suppression by the army. The disciple summoned a golden war king and lost ten years of his life.

The third time, his disciple used the art of drawing lightning and killed a prefect who had brought disaster to the country and the people, and he lost ten years of his life. "

Zhang Jiao couldn't help coughing, and then said to himself.

Now he has lost 40 years of life. In other words, he is now in his 60s, with half of his foot in the coffin.

"Junior brother is really serving the country and the people!"

Liu Bei, who was good at sophistry, was speechless this time. Any explanation was pale and he could only admire him from the bottom of his heart.

"Junior brother, you didn't have to go down the mountain..." Cao Cao, a grown man, couldn't help crying.

"Disciple, you were destined to die the moment you came down the mountain. I regret being my master!"

Thinking of that day, Long Xuan also looked unhappy.

If he had been more courageous at that time and forcibly kept Zhang Jiao, maybe this would not have happened.

Reality is always cruel. Now Zhang Jiao has half his foot in the coffin and is not far from death.

"Master, there is nothing to regret. Now I am only worried about the million yellow scarves behind me."

Looking at the scenes of the people all over the mountains and plains enjoying themselves and living in peace and contentment, Zhang Jiao was really worried.

"Brother, don't worry, brother four generations and three fathers will definitely be able to protect them."

Looking at the crooked old man in front of him, Yuan Shao stood up and solemnly agreed.

Although he didn't like to kill, he was never afraid of killing.

"I appreciate the great brother's kindness. He was born rich and noble and doesn't understand the difficulties of the common people. Meng De, I hope you can be the leader of the Yellow Turban."

After Zhang Jiao's detailed consideration, he finally decided to choose Cao Cao. Meng De's personality is more inclined to the master, so he is a good candidate for entrustment.

As for Liu Bei, in his opinion, he is just a talker and not very capable in doing things, and he will harm millions of Yellow Turbans.

"Okay, okay... Junior Brother, please rest in peace and recuperate. Senior Brother will help you take care of them."

Cao Cao hastily agreed, seeing that a generation of young talents turned into rickety old men, his heart ached unceasingly.

"Finally...I want...to say...Master, I am ashamed...you...ah..."

At this moment, Zhang Jiao was trembling constantly, he was staggering, blood gushed from his mouth, and he spoke intermittently.

(End of this chapter)