Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

"Do you know Han Xin?"

Sister Lao didn't understand why, but her life was in someone else's hands, so she answered honestly:

"The Marquis of Huaiyin was bullied by local ruffians in his early years and suffered humiliation. After surrendering to the Han Dynasty, he used soldiers like a god and was invincible. He helped the great ancestor defeat Xiang Yu and finally established the Han Dynasty."

Zhang Wu nodded: "I know a lot. In full view of the public, in front of the tent of the Chinese army, the Qiang King elected by the tribe can actually kneel down. Your forbearance should be comparable to that of the Marquis of Huaiyin."

Sister Lao was overjoyed when she heard this.

He thought that Zhang Wu compared him to Han Xin in the early Han Dynasty, and immediately paid homage: "I am willing to serve as the Marquis of Huaiyin and help the king and princes of Wei to eliminate the war in the world."

He looked and behaved like a loyal minister and good general.

"Hahahahaha," Zhang Wu'an laughed loudly while sitting on the horse, almost bending over with laughter: "Don't be ridiculous, imitate Han Xin? You deserve it too!"

No matter what Han Xin said, he was still the Han people's military immortal, a model of using soldiers like a god. Could the Qiang people imitate it?

Sister Lao raised her head cautiously and asked, "What does the champion mean?"

"I thought you were quite smart before. Why are you so confused now? People, behind the forbearance of temperament, there is actually huge ambition hidden. Are you right? King Qiang?"

It is not clear what Han Xin's ambitions were, and there is no way to study them.

Zhang Wu is just a little unworthy of him. Why should he sacrifice his life for others if he can bear the humiliation of his crotch?

As long as he still has some city government, he can definitely imitate Sima Yi, Li Dai Tao Jiang, and cross the Han Dynasty.

After all, they are all capable of bending and stretching.

When Sister Lao heard this, she understood. She kowtowed wildly on the ground and cried bitterly: "I have seen the power of the champion Hou Shenwei, and I will not dare to have second thoughts. I also ask the champion Hou Mingcha!"

The tolerant Zhang Wu really couldn't play. In history, even Boss Cao thought he had suppressed Sima Yi, but in the end he still failed.

He had never thought about being a life supporter for Sister Lao.

The reason why I said so much nonsense is naturally not to beat or shock Sister Lao.

Zhang Wu also has no habit of talking nonsense to dead people.

The main purpose is to dispel the fighting spirit of the surrounding Qiang people. After all, with 70,000 people around, Zhang Wu was afraid of overturning.

The longer their king kneels on the ground, the lower their morale becomes.

There is another layer, that is, after dispelling their fighting spirit, Zhang Wu has to ensure that they will not retreat too fast or even at all.

As for the method, it is naturally to block all their hope of survival.

Let them understand that there is no way to escape.

"You should have heard that people who are not of my race must have different minds."

Sister Lao was trembling on the ground, as if he had already seen his fate.

Zhang Wu cleared his throat and suddenly raised his voice:

"There is a saying in Han law: if one person rebels, the whole family will be united. If one person rebels, the whole clan will be wiped out! You and all the Qiang people around you have no chance at all! As long as I live, I will send you to hell one by one. From then on Start with you, the king!”

The sound fell, and the war gun hanging above his head fell.

There was a loud boom, and the nearby ground shook slightly.

There was nowhere to see the shadow of Sister Lao under the gun head. There was only a pothole and the flesh and blood that had been smashed into pieces.

Roar! ~

Like thunder on dry land.

Zhang Wu roared angrily. Like a ferocious beast coming out of the gate.

The surrounding cavalry retreated one after another, and many war horses lost their front hooves while standing unsteadily, causing their knights to fall off their horses.

Ma Chao held the tiger-headed spear in front of him and looked in the direction of Zhang Wu. He was just like the Qiang people around him, and he was also stunned on the spot.

Even if he has an average mind, he knows that the best way at this time is to control Lao Jiedang instead of killing him.

But not only did Zhang Wu do it, but the shot was also clean and crisp, without any hesitation.

Whoever you want to kill must die, regardless of time or occasion.

Even in the enemy's heartland, even if there are enemies all around. ,

With such courage, Ma Chao asked himself, let alone whether he had it. He didn't even think about it.

This is not what he longs for in his heart.

Brave, domineering, courageous, and unparalleled.

That man in the midst of thousands of troops, he was like a solitary peak standing in front of all the fierce and famous generals.

There are climbers, but there have never been those who can climb to the top and look back on their shoulders. There will never be those who can climb to the top. As for those who can climb to the top, they will never appear again.

Thinking of this, Ma Chao suddenly felt heartbroken.

Living in the same era as such a person, I don’t know whether I should be grateful or sad.

Just like a firefly under the scorching sun, its light is destined to be obscured by Zhang Wu.

Even as a military commander, there is no need to think about competing for the first place in the world. Everyone who has met him understands that it is simply impossible.

Unless Zhang Wu dies, there is no chance.

While feeling disappointed, Ma Chao's national pride as a Han suddenly filled his chest.

This is what a Han general should look like.

Those who are young should be slaughtered if they commit rebellion against their superiors. Talking about convincing people with virtue and reason is all nonsense.

A bad wolf is a bad wolf. Even if it wag its tail at you, it is just pretending to be a dog.

If given the chance, I will still tear apart your skin, flesh, bones and blood.

"kill!!"

The tiger-headed spear swept back and forth, knocking down three or five Qiang people.

Ma Chao felt his blood boiling in his chest. At this moment, he had no fear or regret. Only the purest fighting spirit as a general.

Zhang Wu looked back.

He nodded happily.

He has taught many people martial arts, and there is no doubt that Ma Chao is the most talented among them.

What Ma Chao lacks is just the unruliness buried deep in his heart.

The word "unruly" is a derogatory term elsewhere, but it is an indispensable characteristic for military generals, or for unparalleled warriors.

Those who have reached the extreme level of martial arts are not unruly and unruly, looking down upon the world.

Like that Lu Bu, riding alone in front of Hulao Pass, facing the princes of the eighteen towns like pigs and dogs.

Like Guan Er, his martial arts skills are just like that, but he regards the world's heroes as nothing. Otherwise, he would still be famous.

Like that fierce Zhang Fei, no matter who he is, he dares to go up and fight for 300 rounds. Wanjun's decapitation of the general's head may be a bit exaggerated, but it is an affirmation of his bravery.

Speaking of,

This is due to Zhang Wu. Think about how unruly Ma Chao was when they first met. Everyone in the world was afraid of Zhang Wu, but he dared to ride out alone to challenge him.

However, no one can be arrogant if he has an invincible elder brother.

Zhang Wu no longer thought about it, left Sister Lao's body alone, and started to harvest.

The one-foot-two-foot war spear was swung, turning the Qiang formation into a mess.

Chi Ji could still run wildly at the beginning, but Zhang Wu was killing people too fast. After more than half an hour, it could only move forward by stepping on the corpses of Qiang people on the ground.