It’s over!
Fengyun saw that Lan Yu's horse completely ignored the orders and ran straight towards the enemy camp.
Shouting, "Abandon your horse!"
Without Fengyun's reminder, Lan Yu gave up his warhorse when he felt that he had completely lost control.
After vaulting, he did a few flips and stood up.
At this time, Chu Yan, who had regained his own warhorse, laughed loudly and said:
"Hahaha, you horse thief! You can't ride my horse."
Lan Yu, having lost face, had no choice but to return to his cavalry.
This time, almost everyone stole two war horses, and Lan Yu just took one of them.
After getting back on his warhorse, Lan Yu started to show off again.
"So what if you can get your own steed back? We have all your steeds."
"Hahaha, just relying on just these few of you?"
Although Chu Yan controls the cavalry battalion, in addition to the cavalry, he also has tens of thousands of elite troops.
His men are much stronger than ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers.
This is also the reason why many guilds dare not come and snatch the war horses.
Fengyun had a rough understanding of their strength before, but he felt that the combat effectiveness of Lan Yu's men should be no problem.
"Do you think having more people will help?"
"Okay, then you guys come!"
"You have more people, so go first."
“…”
As they talked, they started a war of words.
Fengyun couldn't bear to listen any longer. How long would this conversation last?
"My name is Fengyun. I wonder who you are? Why don't you tell me your name?"
Most of the Yellow Turban generals have very ordinary abilities, but even if they are ordinary, as long as they are well-known figures, they must be historical generals and are not people that ordinary players can easily get involved with.
He wanted to find out the other person's name and see if he could recruit him to serve him.
"My name is Chu Yan, and are you the number one village lord in the world?"
"Exactly."
"Humph! I didn't expect such a famous figure to become a horse thief! What an insult to the title of the best in the world."
After hearing the other party call himself Chu Yan, Feng Yun automatically ignored his words.
He knew that the other party was angry and would not surrender under his persuasion, but Zhang Jue was living well in the territory.
So he tried:
"So it's Brother Chu Yan. Brother Chu Yan is well-known and well-known. I wonder if he's going back to attend a funeral this time?"
"This is none of your business. You guys didn't come here just to give me a horse, did you?"
Chu Yan continued sarcastically.
Lan Yu, who was standing by, was stimulated and was about to speak when Feng Yun stopped her.
Fengyun was magnanimous and said:
"This horse originally belonged to you, so why not return it to you?"
"Since you're so generous, please return the other horses to me!"
Feng Yun couldn't be generous to Chu Yan's rogue behavior.
"Haha, we are in different camps now. It's easy to take them back. Just surrender to me and I will return these horses immediately."
This was naturally Feng Yun’s idea, but Chu Yan couldn’t be convinced just like that.
"Haha, joining the court is impossible. I am a staunch supporter of the Great Sage Master, unless I die."
Fengyun believed this.
Zhang Yan's Black Mountain Army always called themselves Taiping Daoists. Although they often looted the countryside, they generally did not rob the poor.
In that case, could you please reveal a little information about Zhang Jue?
After Fengyun thought about it for a while, he said:
"I wonder if General Chu Yan knows that Zhang Jue is still alive?"
Fengyun deliberately spoke loudly, and he said this intentionally for his other subordinates to hear.
Because Zhang Jue said that the middle and lower-level Yellow Turban Army still supported him.
As for Zhang Yan, although Fengyun had some faith in him, he still had to be on guard just in case.
After he finished shouting, everyone lost their composure.
"What! Our Great Sage Master is still alive?"
"That's impossible! The whole city of Guangzong has been in mourning."
“…”
Chu Yan saw that the discussion among his men was getting louder and louder. Although he did not believe it, he still said:
"That's a lie! General Di Gong and General Ren Zuo are both preparing for their funerals, and you're actually saying the Great Sage Master isn't dead."
Fengyun knew that they would not believe anything he said, so he just replied indifferently.
"If you return to the city, go check if you can find Zhang Jue's body. If you find it missing, come back to me. I might be able to tell you the truth."
After Feng Yun finished speaking, he continued to say to Chu Yan:
"If you want to find me, come to your abandoned cavalry camp. But I won't wait for you for more than one day."
After Feng Yun finished speaking, he returned with the unwilling Lan Yu and his group.
Of course he wouldn't just sit there and wait. It would be a good idea for them to earn some points during the day.
They are not afraid of long-distance raids.
But after all, they have only had the war horses for a few hours, and they are not yet able to fight high-difficulty battles immediately. It is very necessary to have a day to gain experience on horseback.
…
At this time, Chu Yan was no longer calm.
As long as it can be proved that the body is indeed not in Guangzong, there is at least hope of survival.
He even thought that this was a conspiracy against the Great Sage Master.
As for why the Great Sage Master was forced to fake his death, Chu Yan could guess the reason.
He thought as he walked, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a conspiracy.
The nameless anger in my heart was slowly being aroused.
After arriving at a safe and secret location outside the city, he arranged his men and rode his horse alone towards Guangzong.
What's more, just when he entered the imperial encirclement, someone came to intercept him, but how could his green-maned horse let these minions stump him?
With a few casual swings of the axe in his hand, the heads of these people fell to the ground.
When he reached the city gate, he shouted:
"Open the door quickly. Chu Yan is here!"
Seeing that it was General Chu coming, the people on the top of the city wall did not dare to hesitate and immediately lowered the hanging basket.
Chu Yan was not worried about his warhorse, so he sat in the hanging basket.
When they were pulled to the top of the city wall, they rushed to Tiangong Palace in a hurry.
…
At this time, the Tiangong Palace was filled with wailing.
Miss Zhang Ning knelt in front of the coffin, sobbing softly.
Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao were right behind Zhang Ning, with their heads down and no words, their faces extremely gloomy.
I don’t know what he is thinking.
Seeing that the atmosphere was too depressing, Zhang Liang spoke first.
"Second brother, I think my niece should hand over my brother's Taiping Essential Technique."
Zhang Bao rolled his eyes at Zhang Liang since his brother had spoken.
He bent down and said kindly:
"Ning'er, can you give us the copy of the Taiping Essential Technique that your brother left behind? We'll keep it for you."
Zhang Ning said coldly to his two uncles who were so eager to get his father's most precious item:
"My father didn't leave it to me, and I don't know where the Taiping technique is."
How could Zhang Liang believe it? He continued with a pleasant expression:
"My dear niece, we two only want to help you keep it. Don't worry, when you get married, you will definitely give it as a dowry."
"I……"
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