Chapter 653

It was noon.

A few miles outside Quliang City.

Yuan Shao sat in the main camp tent.

Xu You, Yan Liang, and Wen Chou sat on the left and right sides below Yuan Shao.

In the morning, upon learning that the main forces led by Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo would arrive within three days, Yuan Shao put down the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart.

He could finally take a big breath.

These past few days, looking at the hundred thousand Yellow Turban rebels in Quliang City, he didn't even dare to sleep too soundly at night.

The food in his mouth was as tasteless as chewing wax.

"Yan Liang, Wen Chou, you two go and arrange some more scouts later to see where the main forces of Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo have reached."

Yuan Shao, sitting in the main seat of the camp tent with a rice bowl in his hand, looked at Yan Liang and Wen Chou on the lower right.

The two, who were eating, hurriedly put down their bowls and chopsticks and agreed.

Just as the voices of Yan Liang and Wen Chou fell, a soldier suddenly ran into the camp tent in a hurry.

The soldier ran into the camp tent panting and knelt down in front of Yuan Shao with a thud.

"My Lord, it's not good!"

The soldier pointed in the direction of Quliang City behind him and said: "My Lord, the rebel soldiers in the city have come out!"

"What?"

Yuan Shao was startled, his rice bowl fell to the ground, and he stood up abruptly: "What did you say?"

"The rebel soldiers in Quliang... Quliang City have all come out..."

"From all directions, covering the mountains and plains, they have all come out."

Terrible.

Yuan Shao's heart skipped a beat.

"Where are they running to?" Yuan Shao asked hurriedly.

The soldier shook his head in panic, his face looking as if he were about to cry: "My Lord, they... they are not running; they are coming toward our camp!"

"I..." Yuan Shao was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

Not running away?

Coming toward their camp?

"Quick..." Yuan Shao looked at Yan Liang and Wen Chou, who were equally stunned: "Quick, beat the drums, assemble the troops, quick!"

As he spoke, Yuan Shao walked toward the outside of the camp.

Just as he walked out of the camp, Yuan Shao could already hear shouting coming from afar.

Xu You followed by Yuan Shao's side.

At this time, Yan Liang and Wen Chou had already begun to mobilize the troops in the camp.

"The Blue Heaven... the Yellow Heaven..."

Yuan Shao stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance.

"They... what are they shouting?" Yuan Shao frowned.

"It seems to be 'The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall stand'," Xu You, who was looking into the distance, replied.

"The Blue Heaven is dead..."

Yuan Shao's heart skipped a beat.

At this time, the soldiers had already brought Yuan Shao's warhorse.

Yuan Shao flipped onto his horse and drew the sword at his waist; the camp gate had already been opened.