Chapter 2135 Transformed Into Jiang Le

"Report——!" Bo Cai was sitting in the prefect's office waiting. Suddenly, yellow scarf soldiers hurried in outside and knelt down on one knee in front of him: "Commander Qu, something serious has happened!"

Bo Cai looked carefully through the candlelight and saw the yellow scarf soldier in front of him, his clothes were ragged, his face was covered with black ash, and he was in a miserable state: "What's the matter?"

"Commander Qu, General Sun led us to capture the Han army's Xi Zuo, and found enemy traces in the mountains and forests about five miles outside the city. Unexpectedly, the Han army's Xi Zuo attacked with fire, and our entire army was wiped out. Only his subordinates were lucky enough to escape. "The Yellow Turban Soldier looked up with a sad expression.

"Damn the careful work of the Han army!" Bo Cai gritted his teeth, "He actually harmed a certain general!"

"Commander Qu, one of my subordinates escaped by chance. He fought with a Han soldier and beheaded him!" The Yellow Turban soldier held up a bloody cloth bag and raised his head and said, "This can be regarded as avenging General Sun and all his colleagues." ! It's a pity that several other Han soldiers have escaped..."

"Oh? Submit it!" Bo Cai said immediately.

"Yes!" This Yellow Turban Soldier was actually Jia Zhengjin's transformation, and the head wrapped in his hand was also the head of a certain Yellow Turban Soldier. However, when she came in, she asked Nuwa to use virtual projection technology to cover her face with this head. It was quite effective as a deception.

Sure enough, Bocai opened the package and saw Jia Zhengjin's head.

Naturally, he couldn't see that Nuwa had deceived his vision with virtual projection technology. He looked at Jia Zhengjin's transformed Yellow Turban Soldiers and said, "You can kill this Han army carefully, and you have merit! Hang it outside the city gate to warn the Han army!"

"As you command!"

Jia Zhengjin put away his head and was about to go out, but Bo stopped him: "Wait a minute!"

"What are your orders from Commander Qu?" Jia Zhengjin turned around and clasped his fists and bowed.

"Who is your surname?"

"Commander Qu, my surname is Jiang Minle!" Jia Zhengjin reported the identity of this Yellow Turban Army soldier.

"Jiang Le?" Bocai nodded, "Can you read?"

"Qu Shuai, I am illiterate!"

"How are your martial arts skills?"

"I think I am quite brave!" Jia Zhengjin replied.

"Practice it!"

"Yes!" Jia Zhengjin put down his head and said

Standing in the empty hall in the middle of the government office, he raised his spear and practiced his marksmanship, and then stabbed in the air. Guns and silver snakes are really beautiful.

Bo Cai's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect there to be such a brave person in the army. Why haven't I heard of him before?"

Jia Zhengjin lowered his head and said nothing. After all, he was not very familiar with Jiang Le before.

"Jiang Le, since Sun Ti died in the battle, are you willing to take over as the vanguard officer?" Bo Cai asked.

"Thank you so much for your kindness!"

"Very good, hang up the head first."

"yes!"

Because Sun Ti died, Bo Cai saw that "Jiang Le" was good at martial arts, so he promoted him to be a pioneer officer.

The next day, he summoned the Yellow Turban generals in the city to discuss attacking Shangdang County.

But just in the middle of the discussion, a messenger from outside hurried in, quickly knelt down and shouted: "General Tiangong has an order, call Commander Qu to quickly raise troops to attack Yingchuan!"

The ordering soldier handed over the token, and Bo Cai checked it carefully and nodded: "Since it is the order of General Tiangong, I must obey it! All the officers and soldiers listened to the order, temporarily abandoned the party, and set out to conquer Yingchuan!"

"Here!!"

Bocai left several Yellow Turban generals in the city to guard the city, and personally led his troops to set out in a mighty way towards Yingchuan.

Jiang Le, transformed by Jia Zhengjin, was also among the expedition team. After all, he was the pioneer officer appointed by Bo Cai.

After the army went out, Jia Zhengjin followed Bocai on horseback.

They continued on their way until dusk, and the army was temporarily stationed in the wild.

Taking advantage of the break, Jia Zhengjin came to Qu Shuai's tent: "Qu Shuai!"

"Jiang Xianfeng, what's the matter?" Bo Cai was reading when he saw him come in and looked up and asked.

"To Qu Shuai, I just picked up a rare thing on the roadside!" Jia Zhengjin took out the portrait printed by Nuwa, walked over and presented it with both hands respectfully, "I am here to present it to Qu Shuai!"

"Oh?" Bo Cai curiously took it and found that it was a lifelike colorful portrait painting. His eyes suddenly lit up, "This... this... actually has such a treasure? Could it be someone from today's world?" The work of a great sage?”

There were no photographs or paintings in this era.

Generally, portraits are made with brush and ink, which are particularly abstract and have completely different styles.

"I don't know what will happen next!"

"Jiang Xianfeng, where did this treasure come from?" Bo Cai asked anxiously.

"Just down the road!"

"Take me there quickly!"

"Here!" Jia Zhengjin took Bo Cai to the road near the camp and pointed to a random place where he said he found the portrait.

Bo Cai was convinced: "I'm afraid some great sage's lost things can make such a treasure, it's very human!"

"The general thinks that this is a gift from God to Commander Qu!" Jia Zhengjin said, "But does Commander Qu recognize the person in this painting?"

Bocai shook his head: "I've never seen it before!"

Bo Cai is the Yellow Turban Dafang Qushuai, but he has never seen this person before? Isn't he in the Yellow Turban Army?

Under doubt, he asked cautiously: "Commander Qu, I saw a poisonous snake around this man's neck, and I remembered the art of controlling snakes. Could this man be related to my Yellow Turban?"

"This art of controlling snakes was taught by an artificial general, and it should have nothing to do with this person!" Bocai replied, "Which great sage painted this painting, and the people in the painting are as magnanimous as those of General Tiangong!"

"Even Qu Shuai doesn't know this person's identity?" Jia Zhengjin asked.

"Hmm!" Bo Cai shook his head, "I wonder if the great sage who lost this treasure will come to look for it."

"General Qu, our army will stay here overnight. If the person who lost the treasure comes, we will definitely meet him!" Jia Zhengjin said, "But our army will set off for Yingchuan tomorrow, and we can't wait here all the time."

"Well! If that person can come today, I hope to meet him. General Tiangong recruits heroes. If we can get the help of great sages, the Yellow Turbans will be more powerful!"

Jia Zhengjin thought that this is my thing, where can I find a great sage? It's useless to wait.

But he didn't say it: "General Qu, this person can be in the painting, and it seems to have strange skills. He must be extraordinary! Why not call the whole army and ask if there is anyone who knows him. If we can recruit him, it will make our army stronger!"

"That makes sense!" Bo Cai felt that this was right, and he didn't doubt Jia Zhengjin's intention. He really called all the Yellow Turbans and ordered people to hold the "treasure" and pass it around to find people who know the strange man in the painting or have seen him.

As a result, the whole army checked and found that no one knew him, which was disappointing.

The most disappointed person was Jia Zhengjin. He finally came up with this idea in the hope of finding the target as soon as possible, solving it and saving the future of the current parallel world, and preventing it from entering the zombie apocalypse.

But he didn't expect that after spreading it throughout the army, he would get nothing.

Bo Cai was also disappointed. If he could recruit such a strange person, he might be able to make the Yellow Turban Army stronger. As long as they could overthrow the Eastern Han regime, they would be willing to do anything.

That night, the Yellow Turban Army camped in the wild to rest and recuperate.

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