The beginning of the Three Kingdoms Cheng Yuanzhi

Chapter 4 Life and death, endless reincarnation
Because it was summer, the air was a bit muggy. When Cheng Yuanzhi woke up for the fourth time, he looked very hot and irritable.

It can explode at the sight of sparks.

Deng Mao, who was approaching the bed on tiptoe, retreated quickly, stood up straight, with a serious face, as if nothing had happened.

Maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's not, Deng Mao felt that today's general is very difficult to mess with, and he looked aggressive in his eyes.

It's like killing the handsome family.

Deng Mao frowned and thought for a while, making sure that he had never killed the Marshal's family, he felt relieved.

Dashuai is an orphan, his parents died early when he was young.

Not only is the commander-in-chief an orphan, most of the [-] Yellow Turbans are also orphans.

In fact, they are not orphans, they also have elderly parents, young brothers and sisters.But after the uprising broke out, these old, weak, sick and disabled people died, disappeared, and became orphans as they walked.

Thinking of this, Deng Mao moved his arm slightly to make the knife next to his back arm more comfortable.

A breeze came into the tent through the hole, blowing Cheng Yuanzhi's long hair, which spread loosely. He stood up slowly, looking at Deng Mao with deep eyes:
"You, come here, come to me."

Cheng Yuan's tone was very peaceful...

The peacefulness made Deng Mao's heart skip a beat.

He glanced left and right to make sure that the commander was calling him, and then looked down at his clothes, which were very decent and neat, and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he took courage and walked forward slowly.

The eyes of the two met, and they stared at each other, but neither spoke.

The tent was extremely quiet, and the atmosphere was eerie and dull.

Deng Mao swallowed, a little dry.

Cheng Yuan took a long breath, looked around, didn't see his iron gun with a wooden handle, so he stretched out his hand, pulled Deng Mao's arm holding the knife, opened his fingers one by one, and put the knife He held it in front of his eyes and sighed:
"It's a good knife!"

"Ancestral." Deng Mao thought for a while, and added: "My family's ancestral."

The focus of the tone is under the emphasis of the word "I, the".

Cheng Yuan smiled "heh", and turned around slowly, the knife moved with the person, and the knife that was originally horizontal turned to point towards Deng Mao.

At the same time, his eyes gradually became colder, his wrist gathered strength, and he suddenly sent it sideways. The Deng family's ancestral knife pierced into its original owner's belly without any hindrance, and the long blade sank into a hole. A large section, and a sharp point pierces from the back.

Deng Mao staggered from being stabbed, his body suddenly arched, and then he convulsed continuously.

Only then did the blood drip down from the tip of the knife and smash into the dust.

Deng Mao raised his head with difficulty, with a look of astonishment and bewilderment, looking at his handsome man.

"Big...handsome...why...kill...Mao? If...for...for...this...knife, Mao...Mao...may...both...hands...on...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, Deng Mao tilted his head and lost his breath.

With a bang, the corpse fell to the ground freely.

The tent fell silent, Cheng Yuanzhi stood still, he knew that if he waited a while, the dozen or so wrestlers guarding outside the tent would rush in.


"call--"

My heart is completely clear...

Nipping the potential danger in the bud, Cheng Yuan let out a satisfied sigh.

He didn't forget how he died last time.

As a commander in chief, he is not one to hold grudges...

……

The door curtain was lifted, and a group of people rushed in.

Cheng Yuan, who was wiping his hands, stopped and looked at the guards vigilantly.

These people are also fanatical believers of Brother Jiao.

Seeing Deng Mao lying in the blood amber, the wrestlers were taken aback. They looked around hurriedly, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, as if they were guarding against unknown and terrifying enemies.

The leader of the wrestlers moved quickly, walked around the tent, and suddenly looked puzzled:
"Master, the deputy commander..."

"He wanted to surrender to Liu Bei, so I had no choice but to clean up the house."

Cheng Yuan's face was sullen, showing a distressed look.

"Is... is this true?" The leader of the Lushi was not sure, and turned to ask his brothers.

Guards, look at me.I see you, all speechless.

Deng Mao died tragically, and their brains have already shut down. Although they did not believe that the fanatics of General Tiangong would surrender, they were sensible and did not express their opinions.

The struggle at the top is not something that these minions can participate in or speculate on.

Unable to get an answer, the leader of the warriors had no choice but to turn around, and said in fear:
"The handsome and wise!"

Cheng Yuanzhi nodded in satisfaction, "Pass me the commander-in-chief, and those who surrender will be the same as this one!"

"Order!"

"Buy the pot to make food, and head to Zhuojun in half an hour. This commander will fight Liu Bei to the death!"

"promise!"

All the guards dispersed in a loud bang, and before leaving, they did not forget to drag Deng Mao's body out, and threw it casually on the hillside.

The bloody smell wafted far away along the wind...

After a while, a few furry wolf heads emerged from the grass on the hillside, with green eyes.

In the sky, a group of vultures were circling; among the treetops, a few crows were crying and mourning.But they are all waiting and watching for the time being, not daring to approach the corpse.

It seemed to sense danger.

They are often active in the vicinity and are well aware of the danger here.

The tens of thousands of people down the mountain are certainly not to be offended, but those people are just passing by and are not the most dangerous.

Danger comes from the mountains!
The fluffy wolf's head disappeared, and there was a "rustling" sound, and it ran to the distance without looking back, and quickly evacuated.

They know that if they run too slowly, they will die.


"Ah-ga-ah..."

Vultures circled high in the sky, chirping, and their voice was as piercing as sand rubbing against glass.

Circling, flying farther and farther.


"Ugh-"

The crows screamed unwillingly and flew away.

An old hunter, carrying a bow and leading a donkey, turned out from the other side of the hillside. On the back of the donkey were two baskets full of prey.

In one basket was stuffed a dead wolf calf, and in the other basket was full of vultures and crows, some were dead and some were still alive.

The old Orion was about to sing a song when he suddenly found that everyone down the mountain was staring at him with wide-eyed eyes.


Uh... the atmosphere is a bit awkward.

He closed his mouth, took out the shovel, and quickly dug a hole to bury Deng Mao.

Then, he glanced at Cheng Yuanzhi in the crowd, and slipped away leading the donkey.

Come fast, go fast.

Cheng Yuanzhi didn't chase after him, and he didn't run away either.

He wanted to confront Liu Bei head-on.

His eyes were no longer fearful, but full of confidence. This momentum quickly infected the surrounding people, and their morale suddenly rose. He rushed across Daxing Mountain and rushed to Zhuojun City.

As for what happened after they arrived in Zhuojun City, they didn't want to know anything except eating.

People who don't eat their last meal don't deserve to think so far.

Cheng Yuanzhi rode on an old mule horse, shouldered the Deng family's ancestral knife, and walked in front of the 5 people.

As for his own gun with a wooden handle and an iron head, he gave it to the leader of Lushi.

……

Not long after, the vultures in the sky went back and forth, and the crows were croaking happily.

Walking on Daxing Mountain, Cheng Yuanzhi felt that the clouds were extraordinarily soft and the sky was extraordinarily blue.

The heart is fearless, the world is wide...

Very nice feeling.

……

The two armies soon met.

At the foot of Daxing Mountain, the Yellow Turban Army spread out, forming a vast expanse of darkness, boundless.

On the opposite side, Liu Bei's army has only 500 people. From a distance, there are only a handful of them, and they are weak.

Liu Guanzhang rode a horse and stood in front of the battle. When the brothers were observing Cheng Yuanzhi, Cheng Yuanzhi was also observing them.

The eyes of both sides are full of fearlessness and courage.

After a short stalemate, Cheng Yuanzhi waved his hand, and before he could say "the whole army is attacking", the subordinates under his command had already rushed over ferociously.

On the other side, of course Liu, Guan and Zhang would not be used to him. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei led the way, and Liu Bei led the army to meet him.

Two torrents of people collided head-on and melted...

It was the first time he saw such a tragic scene live, Cheng Yuanzhi held the reins tightly, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and gritted his teeth at the same time.

The whole person was trembling with tension...

He felt that all the blood in his body was drained by his brain, and he couldn't raise any strength.

Even though it was so unbearable, Cheng Yuanzhi didn't forget the business, he commanded his troops to surround Liu, Guan, Zhang and his subordinates with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Not even a fly can fly past it!

At the same time, he was on high alert. As soon as he noticed that Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were about to cut him through the formation, he immediately moved his position and opened the distance.

He knew the nature of the people under his command, as long as the casualties exceeded [-]%, the people would be terrified.

If the casualties exceed [-]%, they will be defeated.

In other words, the real combat power of the Yellow Turban Army is only 5000%... [-] people!

Cheng Yuanzhi was betting that before the 5000 people were killed by Liu Bei, he would be the first to kill the opponent's 500 people.

Cheng Yuanzhi is betting that his chance of survival is going forward instead of running backward.

Before he made up his mind to be tough head-on, he had repeatedly deliberated on the reasons for the Yellow Turban Army's brittle defeat - Qu Shuai rushed too far forward, and after being killed with a single knife, the troops lost their command, lost their faith, and then brittle defeat.

Although the combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turban Army is low, it is not useless. They are a group of people who have been brainwashed by Zhang Jiao's religion. As long as the belief is still there and the commander is still there, they will not be defeated so easily.

In the wilderness, the sound of fighting is loud...

The three of Liu, Guan and Zhang, who were trapped in a tight siege, fought fiercely.

(End of this chapter)