Yuan Shao finally stepped into the house city. The county seat of Zhao State once flourished, but now it is deserted. In addition to the dead leaves rolling with the cold wind, there are only Yuan Shao's own soldiers, as well as crows occasionally croaking on the roof. What a desolate scene.

"Metaphora, have you finished searching?"

"It's done, nothing is found, not even a dog."

Yuan Shao sighed: "What we have worked hard to capture is an empty city?"

"Lord, this is not a bad thing," said Zhang Ji, comforting softly.

Yuan Shao stopped and looked at Zheng Ji with a look of surprise. Zheng Ji quickly explained with a smile: "Lord, these places have residents and have flourished, but these residents are all religious believers of Taipingdao. Even if we can keep these residents, it is difficult to guarantee that these people will decline and rebel in some situation in the future. Instead of causing serious harm to them, it is better to expel them all now and then resettle the people who support us."

Yuan Shao thought about it and it seemed to make sense. The expression on his face cleared a little. He nodded and continued to walk forward. He quietly wiped his sweat and hurriedly followed. The subordinates and soldiers surrounded him behind him.

The fall of Fangzi City made the Taoist temple attack on both sides. Moreover, once the Pingji on the north was broken, the Taoist temple became an isolated city. Zhang Yan and Yu Du in the Taoist temple saw that the situation was not good, so they had to take the initiative to give up the Taoist temple again and retreat to Pingji. The entire front of the Yellow Turban Army almost completely retreated to Changshan County.

The Zhang Hemen of Yuan Shao's army quickly occupied the important town Tao, and then led his army north to attack Pingji. Yuan Shao led his army to attack Yuan's family along the western front, facing Zhang Jiao.

With the compression of the Yellow Turban Army, the blocking force of the Yellow Turban Army gradually increased. In fact, this has a lot to do with the weather. Because it started to snow, the speed of the Yellow Turban Army's retreat was affected. Zhang Jiao and Zhang Yan had to strengthen their resistance and gain more time for the people's evacuation.

Although Yuan Shao was forced to slow down the attack speed, he used more cavalry and players to penetrate the Yellow Turban Army. After all, Yuan Shao was not satisfied with getting an empty territory. However, the more this time, Zhang Jiao became more careful. With the high rewards, players in the Yellow Turban camp gradually recovered their energy, made full use of the familiar terrain, and fought the battle with great success.

On December 20, outside the Old Great Wall Pass at the junction of Daijun and Changshan, teams of black-armored cavalry stood quietly on the slope to the east. They looked dark and solemn, with military flags rushing in the north wind, as if singing a distant tune.

Zhang Jiao was the last one to pass the pass of the Great Wall and looked back to the south. This hot land he had fought with, he might never come back in his lifetime. At this moment, Zhang Jiao was filled with indescribable complex emotions. After a long time, he finally turned into a long sigh!

Zhang Jiao turned his horse's head and ran down the hillside. At the bottom of the slope, Zhou Cang's personal guards were lined up in an orderly manner. When Zhang Jiao and his party came to the front of the formation, the deputy general of the guard, Yu Gu, stepped forward to meet Zhang Jiao and Zhou Cang, and looked up to the east.

"Master, Fang Zhiwen wants to meet Master there."

Zhang Jiao raised his head and looked through the snowflakes falling in the north wind. In front of the tight cavalry formation on the hillside, several cavalry horses crossed the formation, pointing to the direction of the Great Wall and saying something.

Zhang Jiao was about to drive the mount, but Zhou Cang suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Jiao: "Master, this"

"Haha, Fang Zhiwen's Iron Cavalry is known as invincible. Now our troops are less than 20,000, and there are 40,000 cavalrymen on the slope. What do Fang Zhiwen really want to do? Can you stop it?"

"The disciple only has a lot of passion, just to keep his master to the death!"

"Okay, but this cannot change the facts. Okay, let me go with you and meet your instructor. Don't be underestimated by him."

Zhang Jiao, Zhou Cang and Xu Gu rushed forward together. When they approached, Zhang Jiao discovered that there was only a man in a literati costume beside Fang Zhiwen, and the other three were all women.

"Zhang Jiaoshou, it has been a long time since he was gone! I feel deeply relieved to see that you are still in a flash of spirit!"

"The general is worried about it. If the old Taoist can achieve this today, it is thanks to the general!"

Zhang Jiao said a pun, Guo Jia curled his lips disdainfully, Xiangxiang and Taishi Zhaorong frowned slightly, and Li Xueyin looked at Zhang Jiao curiously. This was the first time she had seen the legendary figure Zhang Jiao so close.

"Zhang Jiaoshou's words are wrong. People's destiny is chosen by oneself. Zhang Jiaoshou is well versed in the way of heaven, so how can he not know that he dare not take credit for his subordinates! Haha."

Fang Zhiwen's thick-skinned face was already understood, and Zhang Jiao had just smiled faintly when he heard this: "Is the general today watching the scenery? What's so good about this north wind and cold?"

"I'm not here to see the scenery, I'm here to meet old friends."

"Old friend?"

"Yes, you and Zhou Cang, you don't seem to have seen this person before!"

"In Xiajungu, I have met the general! I have met you all!"

"Well, it's not bad, what a man! Zhou Cang, you are getting worse and worse. You just grabbed Jiaoshou Zhang and were worried that I would harm your master?"

"Hehe" Zhou Cang scratched his head awkwardly and smirked.

When the others saw this, they smiled. Fang Zhiwen smiled slightly and said, "If you want to harm your master, there is no need to be such trouble. Just block the passage in the north of your country and the Jizhou Yellow Turban Tool is powdered."

"General, I, Zhou Cang, don't know so much, but I don't understand why the general will talk to the Yellow Turban Army?"

Fang Zhiwen grinned. Everyone thought Fang Zhiwen would not answer, but Fang Zhiwen replied seriously: "Because there is no need to die so many people, the Yellow Turban Army is also Han people, but some Han people who cannot survive. With another ideal, the world is big and big. If you cannot realize your ideal in Jizhou and find a way out in the Central Plains, why not find another way out? The vast world in the north of Mobei is a place that has great potential. Why do you have to fight for the blood in this crowded Central Plains?"

"So that's how it is. I understand. It's the general who is kind-hearted!"

"Ha ha"

This is a very funny joke, and everyone present laughed, except for Zhou Cang who was inexplicably experiencing the inexplicable knowledge of Fang Zhiwen and the Wei Gu who didn't know much about Fang Zhiwen.

After laughing for a while, Fang Zhiwen suddenly turned to look at the mountain in the south, and said with a smile: "Another old friend has arrived. I wonder if he dares to come to see me?"

Zhang Jiao looked at Fang Zhiwen deeply as if he was aware, then turned around and looked at the way he came. Yuan Shao's battle flag appeared at the pass of the Great Wall.

"Brother, let me go!"

Xiangxiang drove his horse to the south without waiting for Fang Zhiwen to speak. Fang Zhiwen smiled and shouted behind him: "Let Yuan Shao come down for a while. If he doesn't dare, let him go back south of Hengshan!"

Xiangxiang turned around immediately and replied with a smile: "I understand, let him go back south of Hengshan."

Fang Zhiwen shook his head helplessly, Taishi Zhaorong and Li Xueyin pursed their lips and smiled, and opened their horns to pull the corners of their mouths. Such a big thing is so playful. This Fang Zhiwen is really hard to understand!

Fang Zhiwen waved to the back, and a team of about 500 cavalry suddenly moved from quiet to silence, chasing Xiangxiang in neat steps like thunder, leading a general with a bearded face.

On the hillside of Yuan Shao's Great Wall Pass, he overlooked the Yellow Turban Army under the hillside and the black-armored Youzhou Cavalry on the east slope, with his eyes shaking violently.

Next to him were Zheng Ji and Xu You, Wen Chou and Zhang He stood behind on the left and right.

"Fang Zhiwen!?"

"That's right, it's Fang Zhiwen's banner. I didn't expect that he would come in person. Do you want to meet an old friend?" Xu You used his sleeves to block his mouth and nose to prevent the cold wind and snow foam from pouring into his mouth, and his voice seemed a little stuffy.

"Old friend? Haha, he is really an old friend."

"Lord, someone is here."

Wen Chou's war horse moved forward a few steps, vaguely protecting Yuan Shao. Zhang He held the longbow in his hand at some point.

"It's a little girl, and there are five hundred elite cavalry, lord!" Wen Chou's eyes were nice and he reported to Yuan Shao loudly.

Yuan Shao was stunned for a moment, and Xu You turned his eyes and thought of the identity of this little girl: "That is Fang Zhiwen's sister!"

"Oh? When I shoot myself to death with an arrow, I will destroy Fang Zhiwen's arrogance!"

"No!" Yuan Shao subconsciously stopped him urgently, and then seemed to feel something was wrong, and explained: "The two armies will not kill in front of the formation, let alone a woman."

"Then I can shoot her horse!"

Yuan Shao did not make any sound this time, and Wen Chou immediately fired a sudden shot, and a black arrow shot towards the war horse under the hillside like lightning. The girl on the horse couldn't help but exclaim when she saw this.

Seeing that the arrow was about to shoot into the neck of the spotted white horse, a feather arrow suddenly flew from the side, accurately shooting down Wen Chou's arrow. Then a faint light flew past Xiangxiang, flying towards Wen Chou with a slight sound of breaking through the air. Wen Chou was shocked and swung the longbow in his hand.

‘Chazha!’

"Xilulu!"

With a muffled sound, the hardwood longbow in Wen Chou's hand was shattered and scattered. Wen Chou also groaned for a lifetime, holding the reins of the war horse tightly, and his body involuntarily leaned back. The war horse suddenly felt pain and screamed in surprise. He took a few steps back, resolving the huge power on his back.

Zhang He gasped, raised the long bow in his hand, and was about to pull the string to put the bow, Yuan Shao crossed his horse whip and shouted loudly: "Stop, put down his weapon!"

Yuan Shao's drink immediately stopped the crossbow arrows to be fired in the hands of the personal guards behind him. Zhang He was also stunned and put down the longbow in his hand. At this time, the little girl and the cavalry under the hillside had reached dozens of steps. The little girl patted the beautiful flower horse sitting down, raised her face and looked at Yuan Shao who was contemptuous.

"Yuan Benchu! I really can't tell that you are such a petty person. Are you not afraid of laughing at all the people in the world for doing such despicable things??"

Yuan Shao looked embarrassed, but then he covered up his past with his signature hearty smile.
Chapter completed!