Chapter 59: Borrowing a Calamity from the East

  Inside the compartment, on the soft couch.

  Breathless and panting, tenderly sighing with a bone-penetrating charm.

  Two naked bodies entwined together, engaging in the most primitive act of human creation, the man's coarse and thick voice and the woman's soft and gentle moans wove a picture that was extremely lascivious.

  "Haha, damn it's hot."

  Zhao Hong wielded his spear while riding horseback, thrusting and stabbing, all the while stretching out his large hands, covered in calluses, to knead the soft flesh of the woman's chest. He thought that if he could live life with this kind of joy just for today, even if he were to die immediately, it would be worth it.

  The arrival of troubled times has given many people opportunities.

  Zhao Hongben was a chivalrous person who usually only helped those in his village and didn't have any great ambitions.

  However, the Taiping Rebellion changed his fate.

  Zhao Hong never dreamed that one day he would have tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, and be able to live in a grand mansion like those powerful and wealthy nobles he had always admired. Moreover, he also had ten or eight beautiful women at his beck and call.

  Such a wonderful life, I didn't even dare to think about it before.

  Fate changed suddenly, every time in his sleep, Zhao Hong felt that something was not quite real, and he was afraid that when he woke up, he would find that everything he had was just an empty dream, his emotions were complex and difficult to express.

  The sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside.

  Zhao Hong violently shook his hips, and the woman under him let out a series of soft moans, unable to hold back her loud cries of pleasure.

  "General, something big has happened."

  The sound of urgent shouting came from outside the door.

  "Huh?"

  Zhao Hong furrowed his brow, accelerated his charging speed, and roared: "Wait a minute, I'm coming."

  "General, don't be impatient!"

  The man at the door shouted loudly: "Just now, some of our brothers under Han Zhong's command had a conflict over grain, and our people killed several of Han Zhong's men. Now that rascal Han Zhong has brought his men to kill us."

  "What?"

  Zhao Hongxian was shocked at first, then burst into a rage: "You dare to deceive me like this, you rascal Han!"

  The words fell with great force, and the evil fire in her body suddenly shot out, only to see that the woman under him was screaming hysterically, her snow-white skin covered with a layer of faint red.

  "Wow, this is really intense."

  Zhao Hong spat out a long breath and got up, his ears already faintly hearing the sounds of killing and wailing coming from outside. The urgent shouts of his personal soldiers sounded again outside the door, and he was suddenly startled, hastily throwing on some clothes and rushing out the door.

  Han Zhongna has 30,000 troops under his command. Although his strength is not as good as mine, if a real fight breaks out, even if he's not my opponent, it will still be very troublesome. I'm afraid someone else will take advantage of the situation.

  Especially General Zhang Mancheng.

  Zhao Hong had a faint feeling that as the number of people and horses under his command increased, the Grand Marshal no longer trusted him as much as before. Every time grain and fodder were distributed, he could only get half of it.

  Han Zhong originally had only a few thousand men and horses, but in the past half month, he has developed into 30,000 people.

  Although Zhao Hong was a bit careless, the changes under his eyelids were still visible, so he was very careful, fearing that the Grand Commander would seize some excuse to take away his military power.

  However, Han Zhong was really too much, and he actually dared to touch his own sore spot.

  Zhao Hong's liver fire was burning fiercely, and he decided to give Han Zhong a good education, letting all the generals open their eyes wide to see who was the number one general under the command of the Grand Marshal, and use this to severely intimidate those guys with ulterior motives, thinking they could bully others at will.

  As for the Grand Commander's place...

  Kill Han Zhong and then take advantage of the opportunity to annex his great army. Let's see if the Grand Marshal dares to say anything.

  "Someone come, pass on my order, immediately summon all the troops."

  Zhao Hong stood in the courtyard with his chest out and let out a loud roar, feeling as if he could conquer the world.

  "Yes, sir."

  The orderly hastily shouted and rushed to pass on the order.

  The broad and long street was packed with a sea of Yellow Turban bandits.

  Zhao Hong hastily gathered hundreds of his personal soldiers and rushed over, running head-on into Han Zhong.

  Han Zhong

  Zhao Hong sat astride a tall and majestic horse, his gaze towards Zhou Wu was extremely fierce.

  Zhao Hong

  Han Zhong's face also looked ugly, and he stared at Zhao Hong with great dislike.

  Zhao Hong angrily said: "Han Zhong, you are just a commoner, I am the number one general under the commander's account, you actually dare to kill my soldier, have you eaten bear heart and leopard gall? If you don't give me an explanation, today I will make your blood splatter in five steps."

  Han Zhong scolded loudly: "Zhao Hong, what kind of thing are you? You dare to allow your subordinates to kill my soldiers and rob my grain. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll slaughter you like a beast."

  "Looking for death."

  Zhao Hong's face turned red with rage and he shouted: "Guards, take this scoundrel and chop him into minced meat for me!"

  "Kill him!"

  "Kill Han Zhong, the treacherous husband."

  At Zhao Hong's single order, hundreds of his personal soldiers immediately surged forward in a chaotic manner, charging and killing their way over.

  "Kill him, slaughter Zhao Hong."

  Han Zhong also let out a loud roar and led his men in a charge against them.

  The chaotic moment lifted the curtain.

  Zhou Wu and his four followers, clad in tattered clothes, their faces painted to the point of being unrecognizable, blended into Han Zhong's army, casually slashing down several Yellow Turbans who charged at them, and quietly approached Zhao Hong.

  As long as Zhao Hong is killed, the 50,000 troops of Zhao Hong are annexed, and then some weak forces are annexed. Even if the old, weak, women and children are eliminated, it is enough to select 30,000 strong men, and try to preserve the original spirit of the Nanyang Yellow Turban rebels.

  When the young master takes control of Nanyang, he can obtain an army of 30,000 without any effort.

  As for Zhang Mancheng...

  Zhou Wu's mouth twitched with a thread of icy killing intent, and Xi Chang had long set up a trap for Zhang Mancheng. He was just waiting for Zhang Mancheng to take the bait. If he didn't come, then so be it; otherwise, he would definitely make sure that once he came, there would be no return.

  Cries of agony and shouts of killing shattered the long street.

  Soon, Zhou Wu and his four attendants arrived twenty steps behind Zhao Hong's side.

  The streets were in chaos, with Yellow Turban rebels and government soldiers fighting together everywhere.

  Zhao Hong also rushed towards Han Zhong with dozens of his personal guards, wanting to take advantage of the situation and kill Han Zhong.

  A shrill cry of despair suddenly rang out behind him.

  Zhao Hong was shocked and hastily turned around, only to see that eight or nine of his personal soldiers had been cut down behind him. Five yellow turban bandits with dark faces had actually killed their way to his rear, and none of the soldiers beside him could withstand a single blow.

  "Hurry, stop them."

  Zhao Hong shouted loudly and hastily, and in the urgency of the moment, he didn't even have time to think about why these Yellow Turbans were so brave.

  "A single man can accept death."

  Taking advantage of the four attendants chopping down Zhao Hong's personal soldiers like cutting vegetables, Zhou Wu let out a loud roar and swiftly sprinted over with an arrow-like step, swinging his sword to directly slash at Zhao Hong.

  "Not good, retreat quickly."

  Zhao Hong was shocked to see that his personal guards were no match for the enemy and were almost completely slaughtered. A Yellow Turban rebel had already approached him, causing him to become frightened out of his wits. He let out a loud cry and turned around to flee.

  Although I vaguely felt that this voice was a bit familiar, I didn't have time for so much anymore.

  "Leave your life behind."

  Zhou Wu Meng rushed up with big strides and struck down Zhao Hong to the ground with one slash of his knife.

  Li Qi beheaded Zhao Hong with one stroke of his sword and held it up on the tip of his blade, shouting loudly: "Zhao Hong is dead, those who surrender will not be killed."

  "Not good!"

  "Oh my god!"

  "The general is dead!"

  "Kill Han Zhong and avenge the general."

  Zhao Hong's personal soldiers immediately became agitated and rushed towards Han Zhong in a desperate manner.

  "Who killed Zhao Hong?"

  Han Zhong heard that Zhao Hong was killed, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. However, he immediately became overjoyed. With Zhao Hong dead, as long as he could get rid of the hundreds of loyal personal soldiers, the 50,000-strong army under his command would be leaderless, and it would be perfect to take advantage of the situation to annex them all.

  "Brothers, kill the old man."

  Han Zhong chopped down two of Zhao Hong's personal soldiers who were pouncing on him with one knife, and immediately let out a loud shout.

  The streets were littered with maimed limbs and wounded soldiers wailing on the ground, the earth was stained red with blood, it was chaotic beyond description, almost to the point where friend and foe could no longer be distinguished.

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