Three Kingdoms: I will return it ten thousand times, my lord, I will never keep it for myself

At this time, Zhang Rang was robbing the little emperor and running away.

Suddenly, a black line appeared in the west, and this black line was moving quickly towards them.

Boom! Boom!

Even the earth was constantly filled with violent roars.

Zhang Rang's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the cavalry that was surging like a tide. Every sound of horse hooves seemed to hit his heart hard, shattering his last bit of stubbornness. His body trembled involuntarily, and finally collapsed in the dust powerlessly. The noise around him seemed to be silent at this moment.

"It's over... Everything... is gone..." His voice was hoarse and desperate, and every word was like a wail squeezed out of his teeth, with endless regret and unwillingness.

"The situation is over, and it's hard to defy fate!" He looked up to the sky, a flash of crazy struggle in his eyes, but was quickly swallowed by the abyss of despair. Once upon a time, he thought that the net he had carefully woven was enough to capture all the possibilities of power. Even He Jin, who was once powerful, was just a chess piece on his chessboard and was easily eliminated from the game.

However, things are unpredictable. Cao Cao's wild horse broke into his carefully planned plan with a thunderous force, destroying all the careful arrangements.

Faced with this sudden change, he could only hastily hijack the queen mother and the young emperor and embark on a road of escape, trying to find a chance to breathe in the troubled times.

His heart was still burning with an unquenchable fire of ambition. Even in this time of displacement, he never gave up the idea of ​​using the little emperor as a bargaining chip to revive his forces and regain his world.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect that the cavalry blocking the road in front would become his final death warrant.

In a flash, rows of cavalry gathered like a tide, and all the war horses were arranged in a uniform pattern, like the vanguard of a black storm, ready to go.

The faces of the Xiliang cavalry were frosty, and there was no warmth in their eyes. The weapons in their hands flashed a frightening cold light from time to time under the scorching sun, as if foreshadowing that what was coming was not a simple confrontation, but a contest of life and death.

Just from the indomitable momentum, it can be sensed that this cavalry is by no means an ordinary person, but an elite division that has been tempered thousands of times, and every soldier exudes a terrifying fighting spirit and pride.

At this moment, a general wearing a dazzling golden armor and a brilliant golden helmet slowly rode out. He was slightly plump, and his face was rough with a domineering aura. His eyes were intertwined with cruelty and cunning light, as if he could see through people's hearts and make people afraid.

His appearance, like a shadow under the scorching sun, made the surrounding atmosphere more solemn.

Following closely, a personal guard held a large flag embroidered with the eye-catching word "Dong". The flag fluttered in the wind, which was not only a manifestation of his identity, but also a silent declaration of all forces on this land.

At the same time, in the court, many ministers and nobles led their own personal guards to come. When they saw Dong Zhuo looking at everyone with murderous intent.

Everyone cast their eyes on Yuan Shao.

Dong Zhuo, the governor of Xiliang, was recruited by Yuan Shao. Now he is very majestic, and he also brought so many cavalrymen. It is obvious that he is not a good person.

And Yuan Shao also looked at Dong Zhuo with some trouble. Now he invited this great god, but I am afraid that it is easy to invite the god, but difficult to send him away.

Yuan Shao looked at the doubtful eyes of the crowd. After thinking about it, he looked at everyone with great pride. Now he has the merit of serving the king, and his family background is prominent. There is no hero in the world more than this.

Yuan Shao straightened his chest and rode out.

"I am Yuan Shao, Yuan Benchu, is the Xiliang governor, Dong Zhuo?"

Yuan Shao called three times in a row, but the cavalry around him still did not respond.

All the cavalry were still slowly approaching the crowd, and the strong pressure made the officials sweat.

Yuan Shao at the front stared at Dong Zhuo with a pale face.

The rudeness of the other party also made Yuan Shao clearly know that this army was not something he could control, and this knife might kill people.

Yuan Shao has deeply realized that he can't contain the Xiliang Iron Cavalry in front of him.

Now he can only rely on the remaining but not much, the majesty of the emperor to contain this tiger.

At this time, Empress Dowager He and her entourage were all staring at the Xiliang Iron Cavalry in front of them.

Emperor Liu Bian had lived in the deep palace since he was a child and had never experienced such a scene. The previous palace coup had already frightened him to death. Now there were thousands of Xiliang Iron Cavalry approaching, and now he almost cried.

LiuXie, though gifted, was still young and could only lie on the side.

Queen Mother He had long been frightened out of her wits, her eyes full of panic.

Now her brother was dead, and now her greatest help had dissipated.

Now there was no dignity that could represent the royal family.

In such a big Han dynasty, no one could stand up to support the facade.

Dong Zhuo stood in the distance at this moment, his eyes flashing with a determined light. Even though he had not yet arrived in Luoyang, his heart had already seen all the changes in the city.

The fierce battle between the Ten Eunuchs and the General He Jin ended up with almost a total destruction. After a vortex of power, the sky of Luoyang City seemed to change color, leaving a power vacuum.

This once prosperous capital now seemed to have become the stage for Dong Zhuo to dominate the world. The majesty of the imperial power seemed so weak and powerless in the successive turmoils, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished by a slight touch from someone with a motive.

Dong Zhuo raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking in his heart: It's time to let the world witness my Dong Zhuo's ambitions.

He gently stroked the sword at his waist, and the sword light flickered like a cold star, reflecting the ambition and unruliness in his eyes.

Dong Zhuo knew very well that the court at this moment was just a small boat in the wind and rain, and the royal family members on it seemed so helpless and fragile, as if a slight push could overturn the whole world.

So, an idea quietly grew in his mind-why not take this opportunity to test how much foundation this court in the wind and rain still has? Is the former glory still there, enough to shock the four directions, or has it long been strong on the outside but weak on the inside, just waiting for the strong to dominate the rise and fall?

With the continuous beating of military drums, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry began to march in an orderly pace, marching towards the crowd in an orderly manner.

All the ministers around were trembling, and some cowardly nobles were frightened and retreated again and again.

These Xiliang Iron Cavalry were all elites who had fought on the battlefield. The guards trained by the aristocratic families were not even a heavyweight compared to them.

Just when Dong Zhuo was looking at the officials of the court with great pride.

A violent vibration sound came from the east again.

Even the Xiliang Iron Cavalry could not help but stop.

"Haha, Dong Zhuo! You fat guy! What a great official power?"

Under the crowd of Iron Cavalry, an extremely domineering voice came.

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