In front of the Golden Palace, there was no solemnity and tranquility as usual, but a chaotic scene, with chaotic troops fighting and fighting. Even in this royal palace, it is impossible to escape the appearance of troubled times.
"Tap Tat Tat!"
The hooves of the horses were pounding, and the several rows of Xiliang soldiers couldn't stop the ghost-like figure at all. The halberd on the crimson horse's back broke through the soldiers and rushed towards the driver.
And the entrapment army charging behind the red horse completely disrupted the already chaotic army formation, and the scattered Xiliang army completely lost their numerical advantage.
Dong Zhuo couldn't sit still any longer, the beard on his face trembled, and he reached out and pulled out the halberd from the chariot. The battle situation at this time was not good for him, but he was also the general of the receiving party in Xiliang Town, so he was not afraid of Lu Bu.
To fall into the formation is a brave army, and to rush into the formation decisively, coupled with Lu Bu's unstoppable bravery, there are few formations that cannot be broken.
To win this battle, the kid must be defeated first.
Veins appeared in the hand holding the halberd, and Dong Zhuo stood up from the frame. It can be said that his huge body made the chariots and horses shake slightly.
Dong Zhuo had a grim smile on his face, and he raised his halberd high and made a sound of piercing the wind.
Even before the disadvantaged situation, this murderous man was still like this, and he used this murderous intent to overwhelm Xiliang, but it is a pity that Chang'an and Xiliang are different after all.
"Good job Fengxian! Take me too!" Dong Zhuo shouted with a sinister smile, and Lu Bu had already rushed in front of him.
"The national thief will die!!"
Two tall halberds were swung up, and they seemed to fall at the same time.
"boom!"
The halberd landed on Lu Bu's chest, breaking through the armor, but he lost some strength and didn't fall in. And Fang Tianji had already thrust out, piercing Dong Zhuo's body.
Thick blood 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 brocade seats, the red was eye-catching.
"Hey." The halberd fell from his hand.
The murderous intent in Dong Zhuo's eyes didn't recede in the slightest, he leaned on the Fang Tianji that had pierced through his chest, stepped back half a step, raised his head and looked at Lu Bu.
"Hey." Panting, Dong Zhuo suddenly smiled and said, "A country thief?"
The expression on his face was a little distorted.
His voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be having a hard time speaking. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but the fierce eyes still made people dare not look directly at him.
"There are countless mediocrities in the world, how many people can be called national thieves, huh?"
He asked, smiling fiercely, slowly raised his hand and pointed at Lu Bu.
"You can't, princes can't, I can."
Lu Bu didn't speak, and suddenly withdrew his Fang Tianji.
Dong Zhuo lost his center, shook his body, and finally fell on the car, the blood couldn't stop anymore.
"This old man is a thief of the country, a thief of the whole country!"
The person who was half leaning in the car looked at Lu Bu angrily, "Son, how dare you kill me!?"
The eyes were complicated, with unwillingness, anger, relief, and there seemed to be some pleasure.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Seeing that Lü Bu was speechless, Dong Zhuo laughed. The laughter spread out from the frame of the chariot, and the horses in front of the chariot shook the reins uneasily.
"Happy" uttered the last two words of this life, and lowered his head until the vitality faded away, his eyes were still open, and his fierce face was still there.
Happy, how many people can't say these two words in their lifetime.
With a wave of the halberd blade, the head was picked up.
Lu Bu turned around with the head in his hand, and looked at Qianjun.
The sky light cast from behind him, and the horse's hooves lightly stepped on the bloody stone slab.
"The national thief confers the head! Who else!"
With a loud shout, the chaos fell silent, and it fell silent. The Xiliang army stopped, the entrapment army stopped, and so did the officials. Everyone looked up at the man on horseback, holding a human head high.
Among the ministers, some saw the head clearly, met those eyes, and lowered their heads again in fright. Some people are holding swords, blood dripping from the swords.
"Who else is there!"
There was a roar in the trap, the golden palace was silent, and there was no sound from all around.
The news of Dong Zhuo's death spread quickly. In a mansion, Li Ru was sitting in front of his seat reviewing affairs. He had previously advised Dong Zhuo not to turn against Lv Bu, but Dong Zhuo had left him in the cold during this period. He never asked questions at first.
He seemed to be reviewing, but he flipped through it very quickly. It could be seen that although his face was plain, his heart was extremely restless, and he didn't care to look at the things in front of him at all.
Until a rush of footsteps caught his attention, he raised his head and looked at the door, and a servant ran in.
"What's the matter?" Li Ru asked before the servants saw him.
The servant took a breath, lifted his head, and said softly, "Xiangguo, you are dead."
"Sand." The pen in Li Ru's hand trembled, and the tip of the pen slid across the page, leaving a patch of ink.
Li Ru looked down at the pen in a daze, as if something had been taken from his body, and asked to himself.
"I lost everything?"
After the defeat of the Yellow Turbans, they were not completely wiped out. Instead, they were divided into several groups and fled to various states and counties, and some of them fled to Qingzhou.
Originally Qingzhou soldiers were well-stocked, and some Yellow Turban rebels, even without a commander, should not be feared. Unfortunately, during the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Jiao He, the governor of Qingzhou, fled when he saw the Yellow Turban rebels, and dared not fight.
At this time, it is still the same, and even dare not go out with heavy soldiers in hand, praying to heaven and God all day long, but not preparing for battle. As a result, there was a great chaos in Qingzhou, and several groups of yellow turban bandits who were out of order made chaos everywhere, and finally became a catastrophe. The rebellious army rose up and occupied the city to seize food.
And Jiao He died of illness in the chaos of the army, so that Qingzhou was uncertain and the people were in dire straits.
Beihai, Beihai is located on the side of Qingzhou. Kong Rong is the prime minister of Beihai, the 20th grandson of Confucius, and he is rarely famous for filial piety. After he arrived in Beihai, he summoned scholars and people, gathered troops to lecture on martial arts, issued a call to arms, wrote letters himself, communicated with the states and counties, and jointly planned the Yellow Turban. Due to the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army, he was transferred to Zhuxu County.
Slowly gather more than 40,000 men and women who have been bewitched by the yellow scarves, officials and common people, and then set up cities and schools to show Confucianism. Because of his political voice, he was called "Kong Beihai" by the people at that time.
However, no one can prevent the collapse of Qingzhou even if they have a lot of political achievements, and those who try their best to protect them will not be able to escape the disaster of the Yellow Turban.
"Cough." A middle-aged man was leaning over the table and writing something. Halfway through writing, he coughed. He looked very weak and his figure was a bit thin.
"Master Kong." The left and right said softly with concern. From what they called him, this person should be Kong Rong, Prime Minister of Beihai.
"It's nothing." Kong Rongxu raised his hand, and took back the writing in his hand to a waiter beside him.
"These are papers that have been proofread. Let someone send them to the school. Remember to tell the teacher to teach the students carefully, and don't mess around with the teaching at any time."
"Yes." The waiter lowered his head and held the book, then stepped back and walked down the hall.
The first thing Kong Rong did when he came to Beihai was to set up a school. One was to guide the people who were bewitched by the yellow scarves, and the other was to educate the people in one side.
After he became Confucius, he could not educate the world like a sage, but he could still do his best.
To be human is to learn first.
It's a pity that he can't do such a thing for too long. At this time, the city is under the influence of the Yellow Turban, and the people are in danger. Even the school is afraid that few people have gone to it.
With his shoulders slumped, Kong Rong sat on the seat, looked to the left and right and asked softly, "How about the yellow scarves outside the city?"