Zhang Liao was overjoyed when he heard the lord's voice and bowed immediately: "King, you are back!"

Feng Sha said in a deep voice: "This is not a place to speak. Please follow me and kill all the way, and then you can destroy the enemy's aura!"

He escaped from Liu Bei's camp, rode on the wild star, killed the camps, went straight to this place, met Zhang Liao, led an army of ten thousand people, and rushed straight to the depths of the enemy camp.

Late in the night, Feng Sha leaped his halberd and jumped into the horse, Fang Tian Hua Ji thorned wildly in the sky, and the Yellow Turban Army blocking his horse were all driven away by his halberd. Blood in his throat and chest blew, and he screamed and fell to the ground, and died of a disaster.

The army that rushed in the dark was like monsters that broke out from hell, and the leading general, like a demon god, led the army to kill the enemy in elusive ways. Countless defeated soldiers standing in front of them were killed by them. Screams were everywhere in the Yellow Turban barracks and corpses were everywhere.

In the Central Army of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Rao had woken up after being drunk, took the soldiers out to see, shouted loudly, and asked his subordinates to gather the troops and guard the camps everywhere, so as not to break more camps and cause greater casualties.

Liu Bei ran out behind him, wearing only one piece of clothing, and his face was full of panic.

He knew that he underestimated the enemy this time, and was actually drunk by Zhang Rao for a while, so he let the enemy kill into the camp of his friendly army. Fortunately, his troops were stationed far away from the city, and this time the enemy's rush to the camp would not affect his troops.

Thinking of this, he looked up from afar and looked in the direction of his troops. Unexpectedly, he saw the fire in the sky, and was so scared that his hands and feet were weak and almost fell to the ground.

Feng Sha led his army to rush back and behead countless people. Seeing that the enemy had gradually gathered together, under the leadership of the Yellow Turban General, he guarded several levels of camp outside. Knowing that it would be difficult to please him, he ordered to return, changed direction, and led tens of troops to rush back to the city with Zhang Liao. Along the way, he killed countless Yellow Turban thieves standing on the road and retreated calmly.

The army came to the front of the city, and the gates opened wide to welcome them back in triumphantly.

Behind him, there were shouts of shouts, but Zhang Rao was chasing him in anger. The Yellow Turban Army behind him was densely packed with swords and guns, shouting and chasing him, and he wanted to catch up with this team of robbers, repaying blood with blood, and avenge revenge.

Fengsha ordered the army to enter the city in order, guarding the gate, glaring at the enemy who was chasing from afar.

Dozens of personal soldiers guarded him with torches and raised their swords to glar at the enemy. Although they were afraid that the enemy would be powerful, the soldiers could not help but become more courageous, and they stepped firmly on the ground, refusing to take a step back.

Zhang Rao saw the enemy general who stabbed his shoulder from afar, standing upright in the fire, and couldn't help but feel hatred to death, but he couldn't help but tremble all over. Thinking that if Ruo really brought orders to kill him and was killed by him on his right shoulder, how could he go into battle in the future?

Considering this, he couldn't help but stop. The Yellow Turban Army behind him was attacked at night, and he was frightened. Seeing that the King of Wuwei was so arrogant and powerful, he was so scared that he was so scared that he saw that Qu Shuai stopped, and he also stopped. No one dared to chase him again.

The army entered the city one after another. After all the troops retreated, Feng Sha led his personal soldiers to retreat and closed the city gate tightly.

Zhang Raoru woke up in his dream and rushed forward with the Yellow Turban Army, but was shot back by a burst of arrows on the top of the city. He had to retreat back to the camp, gritted his teeth, and waited for dawn to attack the city again to avenge this revenge.

Feng Shachi entered the city and suddenly saw two generals slamming towards each other. They looked surprised on their faces. They jumped off the horse, fell to the ground, and shouted: "Lord, we are here!"

When Feng Sha looked closely, it was Gao Shun and Xu Huang, and he was happy and said with a smile: "Why are you here?"

Gao Shun and Xu Huang kowtowed and said, "We got the order of the lord to escort Gu Yuantan, Cheng Yu, Guo Tu, Xin Ping and others to Qingzhou. On the way, I heard that the lord was in quarrel with the Yellow Turban Thief here, so I ordered Cao Xing, Cheng Lian and others to escort them to Qingzhou. We hurried here for our lord to help us! Unfortunately, Wen Yuan guarded this city and did not allow us to fight. Therefore, we could not leave the city to help the lord. I hope the lord will forgive us."

Feng Sha smiled and said, "No wonder Wen Yuan. You are tired from the world. If you force yourself to fight, it will be unfavorable. You are here just in time. I will compete with the enemy tomorrow. Go back and rest, and take enough energy to take care of you, and then follow me out of the city to kill the enemy!"

The two of them were happy and hurriedly got on their horses and walked forward, heading towards the city together, ready to rest.

Walking on the road, Feng Sha asked Jia Xu, and the two hurriedly replied: "Mr. Jia has already brought 20,000 troops to lie in the mountains. He just waited for the lord's order to send troops to kill the thieves. But there is still something, and I dare not not return to the lord."

Feng Sha saw the two of them looking worried and said calmly: "Tell me!"

Gao Shun lowered his head and said, "The Jizhou rebel Yuan Shao sent his nephew Gao Gan and general Zhang He to attack Le'an, Qingzhou, and now he is about to cross the Yellow River. I have ordered Song Xian and Hou Cheng to go to Le'an to help defend the city, but I don't know if it will be helpful."

Feng Sha was silent, Xu Huang looked at him carefully and whispered: "Lord, are we going to go back to save Le'an?"

Feng Sha shook his head and said, "No need. Our army is now in stalemate with the Yellow Turbans. If we retreat, the enemy will definitely take advantage of the situation to chase us. Our army will suffer a heavy blow. Even if we lead our army to Le'an, it will be difficult to achieve success. It is better to defeat the enemy here first, drive the Yellow Turbans and Liu Bei back to Taishan County City, and then return to Le'an to fight Zhang He. If Song Xian and Hou Cheng help defend the city in Le'an, they should not be captured by the enemy within a few days."

Gao Shun and others heard this and felt at ease. They secretly made up their minds to fight hard on the formation and defeat the Yellow Turbans and Liu Bei, thinking that the lord was worried.

While he was talking, another war horse galloped towards him. A female general, about 28 years old, was as beautiful as a flower, but she was Xiaoman, wearing armor and helmet, her face flushed with anxiety, and she was breathing softly. She saw Fengsha under the flames from afar, and hurriedly rushed towards the horse, shouting: "King, you are back!"

She was originally a barbarian woman, but when she was excited, she rushed to Fengsha regardless of the etiquette of the Central Plains, and then reached out to hold his hand, leaned against him, and started to whimper.

Feng Sha sighed inwardly, carried her over the horse, held her in his arms, frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Xiaoman heard that he was a little displeased, and was frightened and hurriedly said, "Don't blame me, I was worried about the safety of the king. I couldn't stand it and came here with the escort army!"

Feng Sha saw her crying and her face was full of frightenedness. She felt very cute and pitiful, and her heart softened, and sighed: "Don't do this again in the future. This place is dangerous. If there is anything wrong, let me..."

He wanted to say what to do, but because the second general was by his side, he couldn't say it.

Xiaoman knew his intention, and when he saw that he was full of concern and sadness, he was moved. He threw himself into his arms and started crying with sobs. He cried so hard that the pear blossoms were raining, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

Seeing this, Gao Shun and Xu Huang knew it well and hurriedly bowed and asked the king to rush to the mansion alone with the beauty.

The defenders in Laiwu City took advantage of the night to attack the Yellow Turban Camp. In this battle, they killed them in the middle of the night. Zhang Rao counted the number of casualties and found that they were rushed by the enemy, killing nearly 10,000 people. They couldn't help but scolded them in anger. They raised their swords to kill the generals responsible for night patrols, and ordered their subordinates to guard the military camp and not let the enemy attack at night.

Liu Bei was already running at this time and took Zhang Feichi back to his camp. Seeing that his subordinates were busy putting out the fire, he hurriedly asked about the number of casualties. He learned that there were no more than a hundred casualties, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at the place where the fire started and asked casually: "Where did the fire start? What's going on?"

Mao Hui, the general in charge of guarding the camp, looked ashamed and said stutteringly: "At night, an enemy sneaked into the camp and assassinated dozens of our soldiers, generals..."

Seeing his expression, Liu Bei secretly exclaimed that something was wrong in his heart. A dangerous premonition rushed to his forehead and asked loudly: "What will it be?"

Mao Hui knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and apologized: "The villain is incompetent, so he actually let the thieves light up the ordnance camp!"

Liu Bei's face changed drastically and he said in a panic: "But what did you burn?"

Mao Hui cried and said, "There are not many other weapons burning, but the two thousand powerful crossbows, all of them..."

Liu Bei's face was ashes and murmured: "All of them?"

Mao Hui kowtowed heavily and cried, "Lord, it's a villain who deserves to die, so the enemy has burned all the powerful crossbows of our army. Please punish me!"

Liu Bei was not in the mood to punish him at this time. This powerful crossbow was designed and built with all his efforts. It is much more powerful than the powerful crossbows used in military use. It is equipped with two thousand powerful crossbows to practice day and night. It has finally developed an elite soldier. Now that he has lost all his energy, how can he not be surprised?

Thinking of this, Liu Bei was angrily dying, and only felt a rolling in his chest, a stream of passion suddenly surged into his throat. He couldn't help but open his mouth, and with a "pop", it sprayed the blood on Mao Hui's face, his whole body was sore, and he fell to the sky, fainting in Zhang Fei's arms.

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That night, the Yellow Turban Army was attacked by this night and was inexplicably frightened. After the Qingzhou Army returned to the city for an hour, many people still could not fall asleep.

Just after going to bed, I suddenly heard someone shouting outside again. The Yellow Turban Army was still in shock. When I heard this sound, I jumped up in fear, looked around with my knife, and was at a loss.

Listening carefully to the sound from the wind, countless people shouted in unison, all of whom: "Brothers of Yellow Turbans, Zhang Rao is disabled and the law of heaven is not tolerated. You all come to Qingzhou. The King of Wuwei is extremely kind and treats people generously. If you come here, you can eat and wear warm clothes, and you will not be as cold and hungry as if you are there!"

The Yellow Turban Army was shocked and suspicious when they heard the sound, but they couldn't help but drool when they thought about the taste of eating and wearing warm clothes.

Since joining the Yellow Turban Army, although it is much better than before, I can only eat one meal every day and can barely keep it from starving to death. If you want to eat and wear a good meal, that is the dream in everyone's heart. Now that people are called out like this in the middle of the night, how can they not be moved?

They walked out of the camp, looked up, and found that the sound was floating from the head of Laiwu City. It seemed that many people were standing on the city, shouting together, counting Zhang Rao's crimes, saying that he had killed countless people and made countless poor people starve to death after they were robbed of food. He was a pure demon, and rebelled with him, and there was absolutely no good end.

Immediately afterwards, they reported themselves that they were originally affiliated with the Yellow Turban Army, but because they surrendered to King Wuwei with Xu Sheng, they would be able to eat and wear well from now on. The family would be benefited and would never have to endure hunger and be extremely happy. If the Yellow Turban brothers were willing to come and surrender, they would definitely enjoy a lot of blessings and would no longer have to be angry under Zhang Rao.

Because of insufficient military rations, many Yellow Turban soldiers sleep on hungry. At this time, they touched their empty stomachs and were envious of them, but they didn't know whether what the people in the city shouted were true or false.

Zhang Rao stood in the camp, so angry that he cursed and wanted to lead his troops to attack the city, but Sima Jun advised him, saying that it was late at night and he couldn't see clearly. If he was caught in Liu Sha's ambush, it would be too unworthy. Zhang Rao could not do anything, so he had to make a big fuss in his camp, shouting so hard that he didn't have much strength before stopping, walked into his tent, fell on the bed, and gasped in anger.

In the distance, Liu Bei was lying on the bed in the tent, embracing the cold quilt alone, silently shed tears, and the tears that rushed out soaked the pillow.

He deeply hated himself for underestimating the enemy, and only said that the camp was set far away from the city to protect him, but he forgot that Liu Sha was a very ordinary person and could always find his flaws. This time, after only a little negligence, he left the two thousand crossbowmen with no place to use their skills. To attack the city tomorrow, what would he rely on to suppress the enemy's counterattack in the city?

He thought with regret: "These two thousand powerful crossbow soldiers are not useful after all. There is no way, let them go to Guanyu Dazhai overnight, so that this elite force can be safer and avoid any losses in tomorrow's battle. Tomorrow I can only use the remaining six thousand elite soldiers and the 12,000 infantry in my hand to cooperate with the Yellow Turban Army to attack the city!"

More than 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers surrendered to the city. Under Fengsha's order, they shouted for a while before they went down to the city to go back to sleep. All the officers and soldiers in the city blocked their ears and slept with their heads covering their heads. When they heard that they stopped shouting, they were even more happy to sleep.

The Yellow Turban Army under the city was unbearable. After hearing that they left, they could no longer sleep. They touched their stomachs and heard the sound of intestinal rumblings. They were even more hungry. Thinking of the brothers in the city who could eat enough since surrender, they couldn't help but shed tears in pain.

In the early morning, Gao Shun, Xu Huang and Zhang Liao stood on the top of the city, looking at the tents of more than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army under the city, pondering without saying a word.
Chapter completed!