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Chapter 68: : Nanyang Prefect Qin Jie



The Yellow Turban Army dispatched troops, and Du Yu was also gathering troops there. The war between the two sides was unavoidable.

Not to mention here, on the other side...

Nanyang city, the prefect of the prefect, at the moment, the prefect of Nanyang, Qin Jie, is correcting a document.

Suddenly, there was movement outside the door.

"Master Prefect, there is an urgent report!" Outside the door, Qin Jie\'s confidant began to call.

"Ok?"

Qin Jie stopped the pen in his hand, and a trace of ink stained the paper slightly, and he had some unpleasant premonitions for no reason.

"Come in!"

After Qin Jie yelled to the door, he saw only a thin man walk in, it was Qin Jie\'s confidant Han Cheng.

Qin Jie asked, "Han Cheng, what is going on in such a hurry?"

Han Chenglian opened the mouth and said: "Master Prefect, we just received an urgent report that the Yellow Turbans camped out of the city are moving, and they are mobilizing soldiers on a large scale!"

"what!"

Qin Jie\'s expression was shocked. Some time ago, he discovered that Zhang Mancheng\'s main Yellow Turban army had come near Nanyang City and had been sending people to stare and be on guard.

For Zhang Mancheng, Qin Jie was very jealous.

After all, the fall of Wancheng near Nanyang is a lesson learned. I heard that Zhang Mancheng led his troops to conquer Wancheng.

Are you finally going to attack Nanyang now?

"Zhang Mancheng led the army to Nanyang City?" Qin Jie\'s face was gloomy, and he looked at his confidant Han Cheng.

"Master Taishou, that\'s not the case."

Han Cheng said with a weird expression: "Yellow Turban rebel Qushuai Zhang Mancheng did not act, but sent his subordinates to kill Zhao Hong in the direction of Panlong Valley, and seemed to be aggressively attacking a new alien force in Panlong Valley. "

"Foreign power?"

"Tell me all the information." Qin Jie frowned and moved in his heart.

"My lord, it\'s like this..."

Han Chenglian spoke up and reported all the information received from his scouts at Panlonggu during this period. Even Du Yu was harassed by the 30,000 Yellow Turbans when he first built the Qilin Village. As a result, Du Yu killed more than 15,000 people. All things are mentioned.

After all, Panlong Valley is located in Nanyang City, and the prefect of Nanyang City\'s local forces has a strong foundation here, and there are countless scouts nearby to supervise everything.

Nothing will escape the eyes of these people.

"Panlong Valley, Qilin Town, Alien Du Yu?"

"Great!"

"What a legendary man who can kill the monster stone giant, what a young hero who is so angry that he fights the 30,000 Yellow Turban thieves alone!" After Qin Jie listened to a series of information about Du Yu, he immediately stroked his palm and laughed. Even the previous tension has been diminished somewhat.

"Master prefect, what should we do now?" Han Cheng asked.

"Ok."

Qin Jie fell into deep thought. At present, Nanyang City faces Zhang Mancheng\'s own danger. There are less than 80,000 defenders in the city. However, Zhang Mancheng has at least hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban bandits. This is still with the help of the city and the advantage of defending the city to reluctantly resist. Lived several attacks by Zhang Mancheng.

At this moment, the Yellow Turban Army attacked the Panlong Valley on Du Yu\'s side, and Qin Jie was willing to help, but he felt helpless.

After a long while, Qin Jie sighed.

"Nanyang City cannot protect itself, but it can\'t rescue the stranger."

"Send some people to monitor the development of things, and report to me if there is any turmoil."

"I hope that young stranger will be okay." After Qin Jie finished speaking, he looked out the window with deep helplessness in his eyes.

"promise!"

Han Cheng was helpless after hearing this, and understood that the prefect of his own family wanted to send troops to rescue him, but unfortunately he was powerless, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers on Nanyang\'s side.

Crunch--

After Han Cheng left, in a side room of Qin Jieli\'s room, a young man dressed as a scholar and shaking a feather fan also walked out.

If Du Yu was here at this moment, he would definitely yell at the moment he saw this young man.

Because this guy is no one else, he is the super-class adviser in the Three Kingdoms, he is very famous in history, and he has created one after another mythological talent-Zhuge Liang! Zhuge Kongming!

"Lord Prefect, don’t worry about the stranger’s affairs. Liang understands a little bit of aura. The dragons and tigers leap over the Panlong Valley boundary in the southeast. This is a sign of the rise of great prosperity. I am afraid that the alien lord is not only on the surface. These means, the Yellow Turban army is afraid that they can\'t help him." Zhuge Liang shook the feather fan, smiling again and again on his face.

"Mr. Kong Ming, really?" Qin Jie\'s eyes lit up.

"If you don\'t believe the prefect, can you and I bet on a fight? Let\'s use ten taels of silver as a bargaining chip. If I win these, I can also buy some wine and vegetables to fill my stomach." Zhuge Liang smiled, full of confidence. .

"For gambling or fighting, I can give the money directly to your husband." Qin Jie shook his head, obviously convinced by Zhuge Liang.

"I\'m not conspiring under the hands of the prefect. You and I are just friends. How can I collect your money." Zhuge Liang shook his head.

"Ugh."

Qin Jie sighed and said, "Mr. Kong Ming, let\'s not say, you and I have a drink...Then let\'s gamble and see if the stranger can really escape from the Yellow Turban thief."

(Note, Tiandao Zhinao has adjusted the Three Kingdoms world, which is different from the real historical timeline. At present, it is assumed that all characters from the Three Kingdoms era will appear. Cough, in fact, I just want to collect Zhuge Liang, I hope you don\'t mind.)

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Qin Jie and Zhuge Liang were drinking, eating and drinking, and when they kept receiving messages from scouts outside the city, the Yellow Turban Army had already begun to take action. The imperial general Zhao Hong led one hundred thousand soldiers, and Zhang Cheng and Wenwu were also imperial. The strong of the generals marched all the way towards Panlong Valley.

Du Yu\'s side, in the Panlong Valley, in front of the many barracks in Qilin Town.

At this moment, Du Yu was also standing in front of a large number of unicorn soldiers who had assembled.

"Sergeants of Qilin Town!"

Du Yu raised his arms and shouted, "The Yellow Turban Army deceived people too much. First, they led 30,000 soldiers to attack Qilin Town. After being repelled, they sent envoys to humiliate us in every possible way and asked Qilin Town to surrender to their thieves. , Otherwise I have to smash down my Qilin Town and kill all the people in Qilin Town. I angrily kill its envoys. Now I have received news that the Yellow Turban Army Nanyang Qushuai Zhang Mancheng\'s subordinate is mobilizing troops to kill my Qilin Town headquarters, you say What are we going to do in the face of such prodigal thieves!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The unicorn soldiers shouted angrily one by one, and their voices went straight into the sky.

"Great!"

Du Yu looked at a group of unicorn soldiers and said loudly, "After today, you and other unicorn soldiers will go to battle for the first time to kill the enemy. They must shine brightly in this world! Yang my unicorn prestige! Exterminate many Yellow Turban bandits, you can have it. Do it with confidence?"

"Have!"

"Have!"

"Have!"

The Qilin soldiers shouted again with high morale, and none of them was the slightest weak.

"Wang Han!"

Du Yu opened his mouth and ordered: "Order 20,000 horses, we will go out of the city and attack the headquarters of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army!"

"promise!"

Wang Han\'s eyes lit up and he took command loudly.

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