Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Ning Rong thought to himself, is this person also a celebrity?

"Wait a minute!"

"Huh? Does your Excellency want to go back?" The Yellow Turban envoy sneered sarcastically, without any fear on his face.

This kind of bearing made Ning Rong's thoughts even more firm. If not, this is really a talented person who has been forgotten by history! f

"No!" Ning Rong shook his head, "Your Majesty Rong Guan's expression is calm, his manner is generous, and he came here alone without any fear. If you don't leave your name and pass it on to future generations, wouldn't it be a pity!"

The yellow scarf envoy stared at Ning Rong in astonishment, hesitated for a long time, and then said hesitatingly, "A certain surname is Xu Mingyang, and the name is Wengui...Because I suffered from urticaria when I was young, half of my face was paralyzed, so...Let me go!"

Uh!

Ning Rong was taken aback for a moment, staring stupidly at the person coming, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly.

shame!What a fucking embarrassment!

A face paralyzed, considered by himself to be extraordinary?

Lu Xun and Cao Fang looked at each other, covered their mouths tightly, and their eyes were full of smiles.

Hahaha... I died from laughing!It's so funny, this is what the general often said, Mr. Ning has a unique vision!

"No delivery!"

Ning Rong blushed and said angrily, waving her hands.

1Chapter 17 Truce

It was late at night, and after a day of bloody rain in Gucheng, it finally fell silent. The people of every household hid in their rooms and silently licked their pain.

On this day, I don't know how many family members were torn apart. Walking on the streets of the city, the atmosphere of sadness and silence slowly climbed into the sky. Only the garrison who patrolled the streets back and forth can make people truly feel the atmosphere of chilling.

The torches were brightly lit on the top of the city, and Ning Rong, accompanied by Lu Xun and Cao Fang, came to the top of the city.

Cao Fang did not agree with Ning Rong's coming out. Originally, he suggested that Ning Rong, like Cao Hong, should rest in the county government office, so that he would have the energy to face the enemy tomorrow, right?

However, Ning Rong was really worried about going outside the city. The yellow scarf thief Zhou Cang and the others were straight-headed brats, but he wasn't worried. Only the saintess made him worry.

Beautiful women make men like them, but Zhang Yue, who is both beautiful and intelligent, has a deep heart, but Ning Rong has to be on guard.

……

The camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhang Yue and Zhou Cang were waiting for the news in the camp. In today's battle, Zhou Cang was very annoyed. The three city gates attacked at the same time. The 10,000+ brothers did not capture Gucheng, which was guarded by thousands of people. More than 2 brothers have been recruited.

Lu Xun!

Zhou Cang muttered stubbornly, of course he understood that all these ghost ideas were probably conceived by that geek named Ning Rong.

but……

From Yinshan's defeat, to the massacre of the five hundred Yellow Turban warriors yesterday, to Cao Jun's attack on the camp last night, and now to today, the Yellow Turban Army has suffered another disastrous defeat!

These repeated defeats, and every time he could hear the name of this yellow-haired boy, thinking about it now, it still made him fly into a rage, a raging rage arose in his chest, and he wished he could slaughter Gucheng tonight.

Zhang Yue is not very old, the immature fluff on the eyebrows is covered by a trace of fatigue, but it can still be seen that she is slightly younger than Ning Rong.

She was not as angry as Zhou Cang. The defeat of the Yellow Turban Army seemed unable to cause her waves, but the sacrifice of the Yellow Turban Warriors really made her sad.

This reminded her of her father, and her father's ideal of overthrowing the corrupt and incompetent regime and establishing a country for the people themselves.

She vaguely remembered the grand occasion back then, when her father ascended the heights, raised his arms and shouted, and the whole world responded. At that time...she really thought that her father was the sky!

But... Looking at the flickering candles, fluttering in the cold wind, looking like they would be plunged into darkness at any time, reminded her of today's Yellow Turban Army.

"Uncle Zhou, there is no one under the prestigious name, and the eccentric Ning Rong's plan, you have seen it today, this Gucheng... I'm afraid it's not easy to get!"

"Does it depend on whether he can be at ease?" Zhou Cang's angry face instantly exploded like thunder.

"..."

Zhang Yue waved her hand and signaled him to sit down and talk. Although she only had contact with her for two days, she had a certain understanding of Ning Rong.

"Ning Rong is a resourceful person, and he acts weirdly. He never follows the rules. It can be seen from his strange layout on the battlefield."

"Hmph! There are so many of us! It will consume him too!"

Zhou Cang snorted dissatisfied.

A war of attrition?

Ugh!

The last thing Zhang Yue wants to see is this kind of stalemate. There are few people in Gucheng, but although they have a large number of Yellow Turbans, their daily consumption is also high. The daily food consumption of 30 people is astronomical, and their food can only support more than ten days.

Ugh!

I wanted to take down Gucheng in one go, but now... I can only wait and see!

Zhang Yue is thinking about a good strategy to defeat the enemy!Xu Yang, the guard who delivered the letter, rushed back in a hurry.

Zhou Cang hurriedly urged: "How is it? Did Lu Xun agree?"

Xu Yang hesitated for a moment, then replied: "I promised, I agreed, it's just..."

"What? Say it!"

"It's just that Ning Rong said that only 500 people are allowed to go, and they can't carry weapons or wear armor!" Xu Yang said slowly.

"Eh? Ning Rong!" Zhou Cang frowned, "Is there anything else to say?"

"Ning Rong promised to also send 500 people out of the city in disguise and not attack us!"

Xu Yang twitched his lips, looked at the saint who was thinking silently, and always remembered Ning Rong's words in his heart.

Zhang Yue asked about the defense situation inside Gucheng, and he sent Xu Yang there because this man with facial paralysis was able to find out some information about Gucheng.

Listening to him say that Cao Jun's army is neat and well-defended, the whole Gucheng has a sense of iron and blood killing, and it is not as flustered as I imagined.

Ugh!

Zhang Yue shook her head secretly, it seems that Gucheng is really difficult to attack!

"Huh? Xu Yang, what else does Ning Rong have to say? Just say it!" Zhang Yue dismissed his expression, straightened her body, and sat upright.

"Back to the saint, that Ning Rong... He, he said that he is very happy with the saint, and wants to turn the fight into friendship with you, and cut the west window candle together!"