The next day, early morning.

"Repay...!"

Li Zhi was discussing the construction of the city wall with everyone in the big tent, when a voice of report suddenly came from outside the tent.

The people who were discussing immediately stopped talking when they heard someone came to report.

At this time, Li Zhi said to the outside of the tent: "Come in."

After the man came in, he cupped his hands in front of Li Zhi and said, "I have reported that a person came from outside the lord's camp. He said that he was sent here by his friend Guan Yu and Guan Yunchang."

"Hmm? Brother Yun Changxian?"

Li Zhi frowned, a little confused.

Isn't Guan Yu currently fighting the Yellow Turbans on the Julu battlefield? What's the purpose of sending people here at this time?

However, Li Zhi also knew that now was not the time to think about this, so he said to the person who reported the report: "Please come quickly."

The person who reported the report left in response. After a while, he brought the person who asked for a meeting to the tent.

After the man who asked to see him came in, Li Zhi looked at him and saw that he was wearing a soldier's robe, stained with blood, and looked very embarrassed.

Seeing this man dressed up, Li Zhi was secretly shocked, and quickly asked the person who asked for a meeting: "Brother Yun Changxian sent you here? Why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, the person who asked to see him bowed to the end, made a great salute to Li Zhi, and said in a plaintive voice: "Please save my general, Lord Marquis."

Li Zhi was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly gave him some help, and asked eagerly: "What happened? Please tell me slowly."

Hearing this, the man did not dare to neglect, and immediately told Li the reason in detail: "About twenty days ago, my general followed Lu Gong to Julu to quell the rebellion.

Everything was going smoothly at first. I killed the Yellow Turbans and retreated steadily at first, but when the giant deer came..."

When the man said this, he had a look of horror on his face, as if he had thought of something terrible and was too frightened to continue talking.

Li Zhi saw him stop talking and became a little anxious. Seeing the fear on his face, Li Zhi comforted him with gentle words: "No matter what happened, it has passed now. You don't have to be so afraid."

Perhaps Li Zhi's comfort had an effect. After a while, the man calmed down and continued: "When we arrived at Julu that day, Zhang Jiao, who claimed to be a great virtuous teacher, sent out a team of Yellow Turbans.

Lux.

Those yellow turban warriors are different from what we usually see. They are wearing heavy armor and yellow turbans on their heads. Their faces are cold and lifeless, and they look like dead people."

At this point, he recalled the tragic situation at that time, shuddered, and continued: "At that time, Lu Gong ordered my general to be the vanguard.

Because we have seen many Yellow Turban warriors in previous battles, we didn’t pay too much attention when we saw these Yellow Turban warriors.

At that time, the general did not hesitate and led thousands of people including me to charge towards a thousand yellow turban warriors, but he didn’t want to...but he didn’t want to...!"

At this point, the man had tears streaming down his face, and continued choking: "I didn't expect that thousands of brothers! They all fell under the swords of those people, and those people were only injured in the hundreds, and most of them were injured.

Killed by my general."

"What?!"

When Li Zhi heard this, he stood up suddenly and asked in disbelief: "How could you expect thousands of people to be wiped out by a thousand people? And they only lost a few hundred people?"

How is this possible?! With Yun Changxian's courage, how could he be like this?!"

The man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said angrily: "The key point is here!

In the past, when we fought against the Yellow Turbans, our generals would rush into the enemy formation and kill them. The enemy's morale was greatly reduced by the killings of our generals, and they were all annihilated by us.

But these yellow scarf warriors are different. Even if the general kills a hundred of them, they will still not be afraid. None of them are afraid of life or death. Even after the general kills their leader, they still look at me with expressionless faces.

Come……"

Speaking of this, he recalled the tragic scene at that time, and could not talk about it for a long time.

"Then what?" Li Zhi saw him stop and asked quickly.

"Then..." The man woke up from Li Zhi's words. After sighing, he continued: "Then the general saw that we were no match, so he fought his way out of the enemy formation and led hundreds of remaining soldiers including me back to Lu Gong's place.

"

Li Zhi was unconsciously fanning his folding fan at this time. After listening to what he said, he asked: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists.

It was just a failure. Presumably this incident would not cause any harm to Brother Yun Changxian.

Now, why do you ask me to save Brother Yun Changxian?"

The man smiled bitterly after hearing this and said, "It would be great if this were true!

After the general returned, he asked Duke Lu to apologize, but after asking about the cause of the incident, Duke Lu did not blame the general.

Originally, Mr. Lu thought that this was just a small group of Yellow Turban elites and had no impact on the overall situation, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

But after Lu Gong led the army to Julu, he didn't expect that Zhang Jiao had more than 10,000 yellow turban warriors under his command!"

"Ten thousand?!"

Upon hearing this number, Li Zhi stopped holding the folding fan in his hand and looked at the person who reported it in shock.

If these yellow turban warriors are really as powerful as he said, then these ten thousand people can be worth a hundred thousand troops!

Moreover, its effect is greater than that of a hundred thousand troops. After all, fists are powerful only when they are clenched together.

Ten thousand of these yellow scarf warriors have a fighting strength of one hundred thousand. If they were to gather together and attack one place, even the elite men under Li Zhi's command would not be able to withstand them.

Thinking of this, Li Zhi quickly asked the man: "How is your general doing now? Are the 10,000 Yellow Turban warriors as powerful as you and others?"

Hearing this, the man burst into tears and said: "Those Yellow Turban Warriors are just like the Yellow Turban Warriors we want, they are all people with amazing fighting power!

When Lu Gong commanded the army to fight Zhang Jiao, the yellow scarf warriors did not appear on the battlefield.

However, because Lu Gong arranged his troops very powerfully, he defeated the Yellow Turban army in a short time.

Seeing how powerful we were, Zhang Jiao sent the yellow scarf warriors to the field. After we met them..."

As he said that, the man opened his chest, revealing his scarred chest.

Li Zhi looked at the criss-cross scars on the chest of the person in front of him and was speechless.

There was no need for him to say any more. Just by looking at the scars on his chest, Li Zhi already knew the outcome. This battle must be extremely tragic!

"well……!"

Li Zhichang sighed, closed his eyes and raised his head, not wanting to imagine those tragic events again.

Fierce things.

After a while, when Li Zhi came to his senses, he opened his eyes, looked at the person in front of him and asked with concern: "Has your general been injured?"

After hearing the words, the man nodded and immediately replied: "Your Majesty, my general hates these yellow scarf warriors, so he has been rushing forward and he has indeed suffered a lot of injuries.

Fortunately, the general's injuries are not serious, just some flesh wounds, which will heal in a few days."

"That's good!"

Hearing that Guan Yu was not seriously injured, Li Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked with concern: "How many of Lu Gong's troops are left? How are they now?"

"..." Hearing Li Zhi mention the army, the man looked ugly. After being silent for a long time, he said: "When we fight with him, he will be no match for those yellow scarf warriors, and we will be defeated.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Duke Lu led us to retreat backwards, fighting and retreating, retreating and fighting. By the time we arrived at Guangzong, we had only 10,000 people left in our original 70,000-strong army!"

At this point, the man stopped talking, his eyes turned red, and he was in a daze, presumably thinking of the tragic situation at that time.

When Li Zhi heard this, he knocked on the boxes in front of him with his right hand unconsciously, and said thoughtfully: "Presumably the Yellow Turban has surrounded Guangzong City, right?

So Xian Brother Yun Chang sent you to break out of the encirclement and ask for help from me?"

Seeing the man nodding blankly, Li Zhi smiled bitterly in his heart. Isn't this a replica of the Battle of Wancheng?

Same besieged, same invitation from friends.

What's even more coincidental is that there was also an elder trapped in the city, and Li Zhi had to save him.

However, Lu Gong is much more miserable than General Huangfu this time. He only has 10,000 men and horses left, and he doesn't know if he can survive until he goes forward.

Thinking of this, Li Zhi let out a long sigh. Originally, he wanted to go home after this battle.

Relying on these two great victories, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty wanted to give him a title no matter what, and he would quietly accumulate strength in the future, waiting for Dong Zhuo to enter the capital.

But he didn't expect that Duke Lu and Guan Yu would show up like this, and Li Zhi had to save them.

Thinking of this, he patted his forehead and lamented: "I just have a hard life..."

Immediately, Li Zhi rubbed his face vigorously to calm himself down, and shouted loudly outside: "Go and ask Old General Huangfu and Brother Mengde to come quickly and say that I have important matters to discuss!"

Afterwards, Li Zhi ordered the guards on the side: "Go and help this brother down, bandage him up and treat him well."

"Here!"

After receiving the order, the guard helped the person who brought the message to the outside of the tent.

At this time, Guo Jia, who was standing aside, frowned and asked, "Brother, are you going to Guangzong to assist Lu Gong?"

"Exactly."

Li Zhi rubbed his brows tiredly: "Brother Yun Changxian and Mr. Lu are both trapped in Guangzong City, and we have to save them..."

"But..." Guo Jia said hesitantly: "My brother's soldiers are exhausted after these two battles, and they went out injured in the rescue of Wancheng this time.
Chapter completed!