Chapter 373: : Dare to call the national thief

In front of the Golden Palace, there was no such solemnity as usual, but a chaotic phenomenon, chaotic army killing, and soldiers coming and going. Even in this royal palace, it is impossible to escape the chaos.
"Treading!"
The hoof hoarse, the rows of soldiers in the Xiliang Army could not stop the ghost-like figure, the halberd on the red horseback broke the soldier and rushed towards the car.
The trapped army behind the red horse completely disrupted the already formed army, and the scattered Xiliang Army completely lost its number advantage.
Dong Zhuo couldn't sit still anymore, his beard shook a bit, and he reached out and pulled out the halberd in the car. The battle at this time was not good for him, but he was also a general in Xiliang Town and was not afraid of Lu Bu.
The trap is the brave army, and the battle is absolutely determined. In cooperation with Lu Bu's unstoppable courage, there are really few battles that cannot be opened.
To win this battle, we must first defeat that child.
Holding the halberd's hand, the blue tendons protruded, and Dong Zhuo stood up from the frame. It can be said that the huge body made the car and horse shake slightly.
With a smile on Dong Zhuo's face, the halberd held up a voice of breaking wind.
Even before the inferior situation, the murderer still did so, and he used this fierce will to conquer Xiliang. Unfortunately, Changan and Xiliang are not the same after all.
"Feng is here first! Take me a note too!" Dong Zhuoxi drank with a smile, Lu Bu had rushed in front of him.
"The national thief died!"
The two-armed halberd waved and seemed to fall at the same time.
"boom!"
The halberd landed on Lu Bu's chest, broke the armor, and finally lost some strength and did not cut it in. Fang Tianji has been pierced, piercing Dong Zhuo's body.
The thick blood was left along the lines on Fang Tianji, dripping drop by drop on the car, the sound of dripping blood was inaudible in the chaos.
Blood splashed on the luxuriously decorated curtains and brocades, red and eye-catching.
"Oh," the halberd fell from his hand.
The evil spirit in Dong Zhuo's eyes did not fade away. He held his chest and pierced his Fang Tianji, took a step back, raised his head to look at Lu Bu.
"Well," gasping, Dong Zhuo suddenly laughed: "national thief?"
The expression on his face was a bit distorted.
The voice was hoarse, and it seemed difficult to speak. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but the fierce look still made people dare not look straight.
"There are countless mediocrities in the world. How many people can be called national thieves, eh?"
He asked, smiling fiercely, raising his hand and pointing at Lu Bu.
"You can't, princes can't, I can."
Lu Bu didn't say a word and yanked back his Fang Tianji.
Dong Zhuo lost his center, shook his body, and finally fell on the car. The blood couldn't stop.
"My husband is a national thief, a national thief!"
The man half leaning in the car looked at Lu Bu with an angry look: "Child, you dare to kill me !?"
That eye was complicated, unwilling, angry, relieved, and there seemed to be some pleasure.
"Hahahaha."
Dong Zhuo saw that Lu Bu was speechless, and laughed. Laughter came out of the frame, and the horse in front of the vehicle threw the reins uneasily.
"Happy ..." He said the last two words of his life, and bowed his head, until the vitality faded, his eyes remained closed, and the ferocious look remained.
Happily, these two words can't be said for a lifetime.
A wave of the halberd lifted the head.
Lu Bu turned his head back and looked at the army.
Tianguang cast in from behind him, and the horseshoe lightly stepped on the slab of blood.
"The thief conferred! Who else!"
With a loud scream, the chaos was silent, the Xiliang Army stopped, the trapped army stopped, and so did the ministers. Everyone looked up at the man on horseback, holding up a human head.
Among the ministers, some people saw the head clearly, looked at the eyes, and lowered their heads in fright. Some people are carrying a sword, and the sword is dripping with blood.
"Who else!"
He shouted during the trap, and Jin Dian was silent and silent.
The news that Dong Zhuo was dead soon spread out. In a mansion, Li Ru was sitting in front of his seat to approve affairs. He had previously advised Dong Zhuo not to stare at Lu Bu, but during this time, Dong Zhuo was left out in a lot. Many things happened. He was never asked at first.
He seemed to be reviewing, but he turned quickly, and he could see that although his face was plain, his heart was very restless, and he had no intention of looking at the things in front of him.
Until a rush of footsteps caught his attention, he looked up to the door, and a subordinate ran in.
"What's wrong?" Li Ru asked before he could see anyone else.
The next man took a breath, raised his head against it, and said softly, "Sanguo, die."
"Sand." Li Ru shook the pen in his hand, pen tip across the page, leaving a trail of ink.
Li Ru glanced down at the pen, looking as if something had been removed from his body, and asked to himself.
"Did you lose the entire game?"
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After the yellow towel was defeated, it was not completely wiped out, but split into several strands and fled to various states and counties, and some of them fled to Qingzhou.
Originally the Qingzhou soldiers had enough grains, and some of the yellow towel chaotic thieves should not be scared without even commanding them. Unfortunately, Qingzhou assassin Jiao and the Yellow Scarf rioters fled when they saw the yellow scarves.
At this time, this is still the case, and even the heavy soldiers are afraid to go out, praying to God all day, but not preparing for war. As a result of the chaos in Qingzhou, several yellow-jacket thieves who were not in the army were chaotic, and eventually became a disaster.
And Jiao He died of illness in the chaos, so that Qingzhou was uncertain, and the people didn't talk about life.
Beihai, located on the side of Qingzhou, with Kong Rong as the North Sea phase, is the twentieth grandson of Confucius, and has few filial names. After he arrived in Beihai, he convened scholars and gathered soldiers to speak martial arts ~ EbookFREE.me ~, issued a scripture, and personally wrote a book, spoke with the states and counties, and jointly planned a yellow scarf. Due to the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army, he was transferred to Zhuxu County.
Slowly assembled more than 40,000 men and women who were deceived by the yellow scarf, and then set up cities, schools, and Confucianism. The Chinese did not have offspring and the Quartet had died, and all helped to bury them. Because of his political voice, he was called "Kong Beihai".
However, even if there is considerable political achievement, no one can prevent Qingzhou from falling apart, and the people who try to take refuge cannot escape the yellow turmoil.
"Cough." A middle-aged man was leaning down in front of the desk and was writing something, and halfway through, he coughed. His appearance looked weak and his body looked a little thin.
"Master Kong," he said quietly with concern, listening to what they called him. This man should be the North Sea Phase Kong Rong.
"Nothing." Kong Rong Xu raised his hand and took back what he had written in his hand to a waiter around him.
"These are proofreading good texts and let people send them to the school. Remember to instruct Mr., to teach students and students carefully, teaching should not be messed up at any time."
"Yes." The waiter lowered his head, held the book, and stepped back down the hall.
The first thing Kong Rong did to Beihai was to set up a school. One was to guide the people deceived by the yellow turban, and the other was to want to learn from the people.
After he was Confucius, he was an instigator of the sage, but he still did his best.
To be human is to learn first.
Unfortunately, he can't do such a thing for too long. At this time, the city was affected by the yellow turban, and everyone was at risk. Even the school was probably gone.
With his shoulders hanging down, Kong Rong sat on the seat and asked softly to the left and right: "How is the yellow scarf outside the city?"
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