The inside and outside of Luoyang East City were silent. Both sides of the war stopped fighting tacitly, staring at Wang Yue and Zhang Yan in front of the Yellow Turban East Army camp.

Liu Xing had seen the Feiyi Camp in a desperate situation before. If the war in Dongcheng was not fierce, Liu Xing would have been unable to get out of the city wall in a hurry to jump off the city wall to respond. At this time, he saw Wang Yue from afar, and couldn't help but burst into tears. After hearing the "big brother" from the top of the city, Wang Yue smiled at Liu Xing from afar, and everything was silent.

Zhang Yan's face was pale, and his once arrogant expression disappeared without a trace. This fierce general with the title of "Flying Yan" had to lower his high head in front of the No. 1 hero of China, King Yue, and his life was pinched in Wang Yue's hand.

In fact, Zhang Yan was not alone. A few steps away from him were the leaders and generals of the Black Mountain Army, the Baibo Army, and other Yellow Turban forces. However, Zhang Yan realized what "isolated and helpless" meant. The nearby generals looked different, and the generals of the Black Mountain Army looked anxious, while Guo Tai of the Baibo Army was full of semen, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Yue, the world's number one martial artist, stood there with a sturdy expression, with an extremely calm expression. If it weren't for the ancient sword being placed on Zhang Yan's neck, it would be very likely that people would have mistakenly thought that he was also here to watch the battle. The blue dress, an ordinary but heroic face, even if he was alone among thousands of troops, his dignity seemed to have the momentum to look down on the world. This is Wang Yue!

Zhao Yun's "big brother" allowed the Yellow Turban Army to confirm the identity of the man in blue. Although the Yellow Turban soldiers are numerous, no one dared to have the idea of ​​saving Zhang Yan from Wang Yue. There are also people in the green forest in the Yellow Turban Army, and many of them even have good skills, but in front of Wang Yue, they are nothing!

Even if you don’t know Wang Yue, you can’t have never heard of Wang Yue’s name; even if you haven’t heard of Wang Yue’s name, you can’t have no way of feeling the majestic momentum of Wang Yue!

Zhang Yan clearly felt that even if Wang Yue did not force him with his sword, he could still kill him at any time at this distance. The move of using a sword was more for the Yellow Turban Army to show them what it means to throw a rat and avoid being afraid of weapons.

Wang Yue was originally from Fengxiang and had a Jinlan friendship with a city lord, but the Yellow Turban Army was not very worried that Wang Yue, Li Qi, Liu Xing and others would participate in the war. Top warriors like them had absolutely powerful strength and were rarely enthusiastic about fighting in the army. Unfortunately, the Yellow Turban Army underestimated the feelings of Wang Yue and others towards A Niu and Feng Xiang, not to mention that Liu Xing and Zhao Yun, among the five brothers, have been fighting bloody battles in Luoyang!

"Wang...Hiss Wang Yue, why are you?"

Zhang Yan gritted the bullet and said nonsense. The sword was put on his neck. Do you still need an explanation?

Wang Yue smiled faintly, "What do you think?"

Zhang Yan was speechless and didn't know how to answer. Since Wang Yue had already taken action, he obviously hoped that he had retreated. If he threatened his life, what should Zhang Yan do?

The weather was still very cold, but Zhang Yan's forehead and vest were sweating like slurry. Zhang Yan had never felt such a huge pressure. Just when he was a little at a loss, someone among the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army could no longer hold back and a loud shout came.

"Everyone comes, we have tens of thousands of soldiers here, and he only has one! Kill Wang Yue and save Chief Zhang!" One of them shouted to everyone comes, retreating in the direction away from Wang Yue.

"Teacher Guo, you thief, do you want to kill our leader?"

"asshole!"

The generals of the Black Mountain Army shouted angrily. Zhang Yan was pressed by Wang Yue's sword and could not move, but the resentment in his eyes was clearly visible. It was obvious that whether Mr. Guo could kill Wang Yue was not his main purpose, and killing Zhang Yan was what he was happy to see.

The Heishan Army is known as the strongest peasant uprising army at present. Zhang Yan’s reputation in the Heishan Army is unmatched. If Zhang Yan dies here, the Heishan Army will inevitably lose its strength. Then the second-ranked Baibo Army has great hope to replace it and become the best among the peasant uprising army!

Wang Yue didn't even raise his eyelids, and his right hand holding the sword was as stable as a mountain, as if everything had nothing to do with him. Guo Tai's incitement did not work, and Zhang Yan shouted angrily: "Stop it all!"

The leader of the Black Mountain Army and the outstanding figure in the peasant uprising army were suppressed by Wang Yue in front of tens of thousands of people, and Zhang Yan was dull. Especially the sound of "Stop it all" made Zhang Yan feel humiliated, but the situation was stronger than that of others, and saving his life was the top priority.

Zhang Yan believes that he has enough capital to save his life, and this capital is the Luoyang defender!

"Wang Daxia, I believe you know the hatred between Fengxiang City and the Yellow Turban Army. Not only are the great wise and good teachers, but the little Tianshi died at the hands of Fengxiang, and tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers died outside Fengxiang City. This time, the Yellow Turbans fought against Luoyang not only to avenge Fengxiang, but also to who will become the leader of the Yellow Turban Army. It is definitely not Zhang Yan who can decide in one sentence. Even if you kill me, the fall of Luoyang is still a matter of time. Zhang Yan will never make the decision to cancel the attack on Luoyang because of his life and death!"

Wang Yue smiled unquestionably. Zhang Yan said this very loudly, with two purposes: one is to take this opportunity to show his demeanor of not fearing life and death in front of many Yellow Turban troops, and repair the image loss caused by being captured; the other is to ask for a price everywhere, and first show Wang Yue that it is impossible to withdraw his troops.

With Wang Yue’s experience, how can we not see Zhang Yan’s purpose?

Seeing that Wang Yue still looked calm and gentle, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel even more nervous, and realized that it was impossible for him to get out easily. In desperation, Zhang Yan continued:

"With the reputation and martial arts of Wang Yue, you naturally cannot be your opponent, but Zhang Yan's death under Wang Da Xia cannot solve any problem. The millions of Black Mountain troops will inevitably retaliate against Luoyang and Fengxiang. I believe that Wang Da Xia does not want to see Luoyang blood flowing into a river, and that Fengxiang villagers die one by one in the war."

Wang Yue frowned and sighed: "Not bad."

Zhang Yan was overjoyed, as if she had seen the dawn of salvation, but Wang Yue's next words made Zhang Yan's heart sink to the bottom.

"If I kill you, even if I can't save Luoyang in the end, will the Black Mountain Army, which has no leader, really take revenge for you so actively? Maybe they will fight for the position of the leader first, right? Besides, our Fengxiang and your Yellow Turban Army are already deeply in a deep hatred. This attack on Luoyang is a clear proof, and we don't care about adding another piece. By the way, this time, all the Fengxiang elites have emerged, and I have arrived. Will other reinforcements be far away? This Luoyang city may not be as easy as you expected."

Wang Yue paused and said leisurely: "More than 100,000 Yellow Turban Army attacked for a day, but it still failed to take down Luoyang City, which was guarded by 5,000 people. It's so funny."

The nearby Yellow Turban Army couldn't help but be speechless. Wang Yue's outstanding skills and reputation made no one dare to vent his mouth. Even if Mr. Guo said those provocative words just now, he was sweating. The fact that naked was in front of him was in front of him. The 5,000 troops in Luoyang did withstand the siege of 140,000 Yellow Turban Army for a day, and made the Yellow Turban Army pay the price of nearly 20,000 deaths!

"How are you going?" Zhang Yan asked in a daze.

Wang Yue seemed to have not heard it, and smiled at Zhao Yun, who was more than 300 steps away, saying, "Fifth brother, you go back first, I'll come later."

Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment and looked at Wang Yue. The care and concern conveyed in his eyes were clearly visible. Although Wang Yue was famous all over the world, under the siege of tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops, once he fell into a battle, fighting hard was the only possibility.

Wang Yue clearly felt Zilong's worry. Zilong, who was sworn brothers of different surnames, was the youngest, and most of his brothers took good care of Zilong (except Aniu, this guy wished he could use Zhao Yun, the unparalleled one in the world, as two). Seeing that Zilong was covered in blood at this time, his handsome face was completely covered by blood. There were only a few soldiers left in the Flying Wing Camp and were covered in scars, Wang Yue couldn't help but get angry and snorted coldly:

"I think when I was 18 years old, when my swordsmanship was not yet perfected, I still went into Helan and took the heads of the Qiang people from thousands of horses and returned. These shrimp soldiers and crab generals are far inferior to the Qiang cavalry. You can go back and I will come later."

After hearing that he was denounced as a "shrimp soldier and crab general", the Yellow Turban Army couldn't help but feel restless. This was a naked insult! But in the face of absolute strength, no one dared to say anything.

Zhao Yun nodded, "Be careful, brother, Zilong and third brother are waiting for brother to return in the city!" After that, he led the soldiers of the Feiyi Camp to leave slowly. Seeing that the leader Zhang Yan was restrained, the Black Mountain Army had no choice but to make way.

Seeing the Feiyi Camp entering the city from the east gate and the city gate suddenly closed, Zhang Yan hesitated and said, "Her Wang, can you tell me your proposal now?"

The Yellow Turban generals were all focused on Wang Yue, and no one knew what Wang Yue would make. The generals of the Black Mountain Army were a little better, but the other leaders were worried, "What if Wang Yue asked us to stop attacking Luoyang? In any case, this condition cannot be agreed, even if Zhang Yan died here, it cannot be agreed!" (To be continued,)
Chapter completed!