Online game myth of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 274 Yellow Turban, Yellow Turban
No matter how these flashing yellow lights on the mountain appeared, but the reality is like this, he Uesugi Kenshin just can't accept it.

After a short period of disbelief, Kenshin Uesugi quickly grasped the crux of the matter. An explosion is an explosion after all, and it is only reasonable to gradually weaken.

"Heh heh heh, if I don't withdraw my troops, I'm really going to be in bad luck!"

Uesugi Kenshin sneered, he could see clearly that the speed of those yellow turban wrestlers on the mountain was weakened by the light, and it probably wouldn't be long before they returned to their original form.

This kind of explosion will definitely lead to weakness, as long as he swipes forward after a while, it will definitely be like a broken bamboo.

"Good thing, absolutely good thing!" After the yellow turban wrestler mobilized his strength to easily kill the bull monster in front of him, he fondled the big knife in his hand fondly.

The Yellow Turban was too poor. When he died, he still had a wooden stick in his hand. Even if the internal energy strengthened the wooden stick to the extreme, the wooden stick was just a wooden stick, so how could it compare with a real weapon.

Another yellow turban warrior dodged the attack in front of him, and used his shield to wantonly abuse the monster in front of him, as light as a butterfly wearing a flower, every move of the monster was within his prediction.

"That's great! If I had this armor and this big shield, why would I die in the rain of arrows!" The yellow-turban wrestler stroked the shield and armor extremely aggrieved. When he died, he was tied up like a hedgehog. .

Holding a sword and shield, the yellow turban wrestlers shuttled wantonly around the monster, relying on experience and strength, and constantly cooperated with the comrades around him to kill the monster in front of him.

Seeing that kind of relaxed and freehand state, Ken Uesugi's confidence in the distance was chilled, and more than 1000 demons were beaten without any power to fight back.

The quality of the individual soldiers is terrifying, especially the two leaders who are separated from the body, a long gun and a big knife, which make him very cold.

"We are going to dissipate. Even if you are fully prepared, this consumption will not last long."

The yellow turban warrior next to Zhou Cang said with some regret after hacking to death a sneak attacking monster for Zhou Cang.

"Thank you!" Zhou Cang said in a low voice. Although he couldn't see his face, he knew who these people were.

"Heizi, you really didn't disappoint us. I didn't expect that the Huang Tian that big brother said actually existed." The yellow scarf wrestler with a gun patted Zhou Cang's shoulder very freely, "But it seems that we can help you kill him." After killing these monsters, I'm afraid we can't help you with the ones down the mountain."

"General Rengong..."

"Heizi did a good job. We are proud of you. Compared to Zhang Hao, maybe you are the real Yellow Turban commander!"

The Yellow Turbans who were called here naturally accepted the beliefs of the Yellow Turbans, which is why they quickly understood what happened when they were awakened. The Yellow Turbans have no secrets at all.

"General Earth..."

"It's really unfair to lose to that kind of person!" A yellow turban wrestler said with a little melancholy. He didn't expect that the prosperity they wanted for the yellow turban would come true from the enemy who killed them. This world is really ridiculous.

"Zhang Niujiao is handsome..."

"Hahaha, come on, you still have to keep walking with the yellow scarf on. If possible, feel free to call us, we'd love to see more!" Another yellow scarf warrior also patted Zhou Cang on the shoulder and said.

Zhou Cang was very silent, he can really do it.

"Hey, you guys are still in the mood to chat, hurry up and kill them, maybe you can clean up those monsters below for Heizi!" A yellow scarf wrestler said coldly, rolling his eyes.

The faces of the people became serious, and they started to attack immediately. Indeed, their time was running out. The yellow scarves were nothing more than rootless duckweed. If Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang hadn't left enough followers, they would not have been able to continue to appear.

That is to say, the Yellow Turban has not completely disappeared yet. After another two years, after the dream is completely realized under the leadership of the court, they will never come back.

There may be countless needs in the Yellow Turban group, but the most urgent desire of the Yellow Turban group is always to live and work in peace, or this is the most unified idea of ​​all ordinary people in the world.

A belief that is rooted deep in the hearts of the nation and will not change no matter how many years have passed, it is precisely because the belief of the Yellow Turbans is exactly the same as that of the common people, which makes the Yellow Turbans grow so outrageously and so quickly.

As Zhou Cang and others moved more and more slowly, the light yellow light that enveloped the Yellow Turban Warrior gradually dimmed, and the Yellow Turban heroic spirit was about to disappear at last.

"It seems that we can't help you, and the rest of the road depends on you!" Zhang Liang sighed, feeling his fading feeling, and patted Zhou Cang's shoulder helplessly.

"Don't die, the yellow turban is gone, but the yellow turban already has the hope of everything, take the yellow turban and catch them!" After speaking, he burned himself and threw the last attack towards the foot of the mountain.

"Oh, it would be great if I could be resurrected again. Unfortunately, after all, I couldn't see all the yellow scarves living a life full of food and clothing. Heizi remember to help us go and see!" Zhang Bao also patted Zhou Cang on the shoulder. , Throwing the spear in his hand.

"It's a pity that I can't see that kind of character with my own eyes, what a pity!" Another yellow scarf patted Zhou Cang helplessly, looking in the direction of Luoyang, showing extremely regrettable eyes, Chen Xi and Guo Hao who reshaped the Han Dynasty were in their eyes Comparable to a fairy.

When they rebelled, they just wanted to survive. The extravagance of the Yellow Turbans is to live like a human being.

"It's really sad. I didn't have enough food when I was alive, but after death, I have a good harvest of food. It's really sad!" Another yellow scarf warrior's light disappeared.

As more and more auras naturally shatter and disappear, and finally all auras disappear,

"Congratulations to everyone!"

Zhou Cang half-kneeled on the ground and shouted respectfully.

"Congratulations to everyone!"

The yellow turban warriors who regained their sanity also half-kneeled on the ground and shouted. They inherited the memories of the awakened yellow turbans, so they could better understand that it was not easy for Qu Shuai who died in battle.

Without any nonsense, Uesugi Kenshin commanded the army and killed him while he was ill. This is an excellent quality that every excellent commander should possess.

Zhou Cang and others retreated quickly, they were completely unable to resist Uesugi Kenshin's attack because of their overdrawn strength.

Tang Zhou led one-third of the yellow scarf soldiers who had not participated in the battle before, and went directly to the top, without looking at Zhou Cang and others, and directly crashed into the demon army.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Cang directly retreated with the yellow turban fighters behind him. Even if they lost their fighting power, they would use their flesh and blood to push them up, but it would be useless.

They must preserve this strength, and they must go to protect the subsequent retreat of the Yellow Turban troops.

Zhou Cang didn't speak, but his eyes were red, and the tears couldn't be stopped. He knew that Tang Zhou would never come back, or that no one else could come back except the brother behind him.

(End of this chapter)