Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

"No, don't sleep, look over there."

Outside the palace gate, beside the low wall, a skinny Han citizen opened his eyes in a daze under the gentle push of his companion.

"I'm not dead yet?"

"What's the rush? Look at the palace."

The companion was also hungry, his voice was weak and without any strength, but his eyes were always staring in the direction of the palace, glowing with a strange light.

Through the huge gap in the palace gate's collapse, a general could be vaguely seen waving his soldiers.

The shouts of killing and crying could not be heard without end.

As far as the eye can see, there is endless blood and corpses all over the ground.

"Scared!" The man rubbed his eyes vigorously, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Isn't it because I'm dazzled? Is this someone who dares to rebel against King Zhao Tian?"

"Shihu, the king of heaven? Damn, he is just an ugly pig." The companion stopped talking and climbed up with great effort, swaying forward.

Picked up a scimitar among the ruins.

The fire was imprinted on his face, and there was only determination and hatred.

It was that he had no strength left due to hunger, or that he had lost his spirit under Shihu's bloody suppression and was trembling with fear.

At this moment, he still chose to move forward!

He originally had a happy family with seven members, a loving father and filial son, and the whole family was happy.

After the barbarians came, all this changed.

Now, his four young sons were forcibly conquered by Shi Hu and died on the way to attack the Jin Dynasty. His parents were so distraught that they both passed away, and his wife.

The reason why he is still alive in this world with a sigh of relief is because he just wants to see the end of Shi Hu with his own eyes!

With the first one, there is the second person and the third person

More and more Han people, after some ideological battles, have not become numb due to long-term suppression. They still choose to get up with difficulty and follow Zhang Wu's footsteps.

Even they can't walk steadily, even if they have almost no fighting ability.

At this moment, they were not bed bugs waiting to die with their eyes closed, nor were they the two-legged sheep that the barbarians called them.

At this moment, each of them represents the backbone of a nation and the unyielding blood.

In the past, the source of all suffering could still be attributed to Sima's incompetence. It comes down to the helplessness of the kunai leader.

At this moment, the savior is right in front of them. Even if they go to die, they must stand behind the hero!

Even if they don't even know whether the person who rebelled against Shi Hu is Han, no one will give up easily if there is half a chance.

In the chaos of the army,

"General, look," Ran Min's voice sounded from the side.

Zhang Wu swung his war spear and smashed the head of an enemy general, then turned around silently, his expression somewhat moved.

On the battlefield, there were more and more refugees, and they fell silently behind without making any sound.

They were poorly dressed and could only pick up some swords and shields from the corpses of barbarians.

They relied on each other's support and snuggling to keep from falling.

In fact, this nation has never been ischemic. It's just that the kindness and peace they display make outsiders look weak and easy to bully.

When it comes to life and death, their determination is never less than anyone else's.

As the oldest nation in the world, their sense of national belonging is stronger than anyone else!

Drinking ice for ten years, it's hard to cool blood!

Zhang Wu put down the visor on his tiger head swallowing armor to cover his face, preventing others from seeing the sadness on his face. He seemed to be talking to himself or to Cao Cheng and Ran Min beside him.

"I seem to finally see clearly the so-called fate."

In the chaotic times of the late Han Dynasty, no matter how chaotic the situation was, it was still brothers fighting each other behind closed doors.

Everyone just fights for the wise master in his mind, and fights for a better country in his mind.

At this time in this world, the national interests are at stake, and there is no way out. He only fights for the continuation of his race and fights to pay for his blood debt.

Either you die or I live!

Roar! ! ~~~

In his chest, endless anger exploded, and with a loud shout, soldiers everywhere fell off their horses in shock.

"Kill the stone tiger, kill the Hunu!!"

Zhangyi Jinwu's war spear was raised high, and the Han people behind him immediately became excited.

That man, that man was really a general of their Han people, a hero worth their lives to follow!

"Kill the stone tiger, kill the Hunu!"

"Kill the stone tiger, kill the Hunu!"

"Kill the stone tiger, kill the Hunu!"

Xilulu! ~

Chi Ji raised his front hooves high and galloped wantonly. The warm blood of the barbarian people smeared on his face and he felt a sense of pleasure.

All the knots in the past are untied.

Strictly speaking, the sins on Zhang Wu's hands were even greater than those of Shi Hu.

More than a million aliens died directly or indirectly at his hands. How many races perished under his iron heel, and how many nations abandoned their homeland under his military front.

Women, children, the elderly and the weak were not exempted from responsibility. They slaughtered all the cattle, sheep and livestock, leaving no grass growing in the place they passed. In just six years of his life, the killings he committed even reached the point of violating the harmony of nature.

He just didn't want to think too much on weekdays, but every time in the dead of night, those desperate faces he had seen before flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.

Now, at least it can be proven that everything he does makes sense.

At least in the land where he lived, no matter how difficult it was for foreigners to cause trouble, under the starry sky of the Wei Dynasty, the Han family's cavalry was invincible.

As Yun Hui pointed out, all the young people in the world will be given their heads.

No matter how many years Jiangshan Guozuo lasts, at least in the Central Plains, it will be difficult for evil neighbors to cause trouble.

That's enough.

Let us leave it to future generations to comment on the merits and demerits.

As soon as the idea came to mind, Zhang Wu was surprised to find that his basic martial arts had increased a little, reaching 121.

Although the integration of the ultimate combat skills has not changed, he has indeed become stronger.

Next to him, Ran Min shouted happily, charging left and right without stopping. With Zhang Wu in front, he didn't have to worry about enemies coming from all directions, and he could only slaughter a few fish that slipped through the net.

This was his most enjoyable expedition since he joined the army.

Although Cao Cheng wanted to kill the enemy, he was not good at martial arts, so he just stood around and occasionally blocked arrows from the dark for Ran Min. Although with Ran Min's martial arts, he did not need to protect him.

Time passed by, the banquet was coming to an end, and the dancers changed one after another.

It was late at night, and many of the ministers attending the banquet were yawning again and again, but Shi Hu did not speak, and no one dared to say goodbye. They could only talk in a low voice despite their sleepiness, as if the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.

The Jiayuan Hall was crowded with people, and soldiers from all directions were in position with sharp swords and spears.

The 'sacrifice' escorted by Shi Zhan were bound by ropes and knelt down in a row under the high platform.

On the high pavilion, Shi Hu drank wine leisurely and glanced at the Yonghe Gate in the distance from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.