Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

Once the order is given, all the generals will come out in response.

In the empty tent, Wang Meng leaned slumped on the table.

He knew very well that if such an order continued, hundreds of thousands of people would be displaced.

In an instant, there were millions more refugees in both places.

Such a stain will stay with him throughout his life as recorded by historians.

Cold-blooded meritorious deeds and reckless behavior?

But he really had no better way.

There were 400,000 barbarians between Yingkou and Qingshi Mountain. If he wanted to put out the fire, he had to give way to Yingkou and let the barbarians out first.

There are a total of 400,000 barbarians gathered in the middle!

Those are cannibal demons that can smash Han people into pieces and use them as military food. If you let them out, how many Han people will die tragically under the steel sword?

That was definitely a disaster incomparable to a wildfire.

So he had no choice but to hold on to the entrance of the camp.

As long as we can delay the arrival of Ran Min's army, everything will be settled!

Once the defense line is broken up by the barbarians, not only will the previous efforts be in vain, but the defeated soldiers will have no strength to save the fire.

At the foot of Qingshi Mountain, in front of Xianbei Camp.

"Murong Chui, you are crazy! You actually made people burn the mountain. Such a fire will not burn out in a month! Where should we escape!" Lan Jian punched Murong Chui in the face and knocked the latter to the ground. He scolded sternly: "The nobles of other tribes say that you, Murong Chui, are a traitor of the Han! They want all the Murong clan of Xianbei to be hanged and fed to eagles. You are the sinner of the Murong clan, do you know!!!"

Murong Chui wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face: "Why are you so nervous, uncle?"

"How long has it been and you still have the heart to laugh!"

Murong Chui knew the truth and asked: "When? When Dayan regains its kingdom, why don't I smile!"

"You" Lan Jian's heart skipped a beat, it has been too long since Dayan.

According to rumors, after Ran Min became apprentice to Jin Wu King Zhang Wu of Yunxiao Pavilion, Murong Ke could never win a victory from such a general, and died in depression after losing ten of ten battles.

The king of Wu, Murong Chui, who had high hopes from the Murong clan, was also suppressed for an era by the rising star of the Wei Dynasty, Wang Meng.

Now that Murong Chui had told him categorically that there was hope for Dayan's restoration, Lan Jian was filled with emotions.

This nephew might really be able to regain the former land of Yan.

"Uncle, do you think they really dare to kill me? If I die, who will lead them out of their predicament? Who will lead them across the Central Plains? A Ran Min and a Wang Meng have defeated their courage. What else can they do besides barking in the camp? What?"

"This?!" Lan Jian suddenly felt as if he had met Murong Chui for the first time, and his eyes were full of surprise.

These words were scolded by the Murong royal family.

"Why does uncle look at me like this? Why, do you think that after Murong Ke, there will be no more famous generals in Dayan?"

"Do you really have a way to defeat Wang Meng and lead the crowd to break out?"

Murong Chui stood up and laughed loudly: "That's natural! Please ask my uncle to accompany me for a while, so that I can teach those drunkards to hand over their military power."

"In that case, it's up to you."

The overwhelming firelight illuminates the night like day.

The original villages at the foot of the mountain have been reduced to scorched earth.

Simply before the Hu people retreated here, most of the villagers hid in the mountains.

There are no casualties yet.

But as long as they are still in the mountains, there is no escape from their misfortune.

In the distance, under the wolf-headed flag, more than a hundred Xianbei soldiers chatted worriedly.

This is not simply burning mountains to create trouble for the Han people.

The fire also cut off their way of survival.

With no hope to the north, they now had to turn back and face the Han army again.

"Can you set it on fire?"

The sudden appearance of the man in the fire made everyone stunned. In their reflection, there should be no more living people in the generation at the foot of the mountain.

"Han people?"

Zhang Wu breathed a sigh of relief and patted out a few small flames on his body.

It was accidentally picked up while going down the mountain against the wind.

As far as the eye can see, across the distant valleys and over the tents that block out the sun, wolf-head flags are flying.

It was obviously where the main force of the Hu people gathered.

When Zhang Wu came down the mountain before, he was afraid that the target of his anger would be just a small group of Hu cavalry. In that case, even if they were crushed to ashes, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Now there is no need to worry about the punching bag dying before the depression in my heart is gone.

"Tell me, who gave the order? There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. You have to see the culprit die tragically with your own eyes, otherwise this general will be hard-pressed."

More than a hundred Xianbei cavalry looked at each other and laughed loudly.

Just one person, one horse, and one gun.

This Han man was afraid that he was going crazy, so he actually talked nonsense about wanting revenge.

But this is fine, killing him can be regarded as adding a little fun to these gloomy days.

A Xianbei man dressed like a cavalry captain took the lead and twisted his neck: "Don't do anything, you all. I found this prey first. After I cut off one of his arms, what are you going to do... ah!!!~~~"

Before the cavalry captain could finish speaking, his body, together with the horse beneath him, was split in two from the center.

Because the opponent was too fast, he didn't die immediately and was struggling on the ground in pain.

It makes people feel horrified at first glance.

Zhang Wu shook off the blood on the gun tip without caring, raised the gun again, and placed the gun tip on the shoulder of a Xianbei man who looked like a deputy cavalryman.

"If he doesn't want to say it, let you do it."

The deputy cavalryman suddenly turned pale with fright, fought hard with his upper and lower teeth, and stumbled: "You, you, who are you!!"

Zhang Wu didn't talk nonsense with him, he held his spear horizontally and thrust it downwards, then slashed his belly.

This time the Xianbei people were obviously smarter. They turned their horses around one after another and did not forget to answer questions while running away.

"It's King Wu, King Wu Murongchui!"

The fighting did not stop.

After reaching the conclusion, Zhang Wu became even more unscrupulous, stabbing and slashing with his war spear, and Chi Ji ran as fast as he could.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred people were shattered into pieces.

Be it a human or a horse.

It is even difficult to find a piece of meat on the ground that is more than fifty centimeters in diameter.

By the time Xiao Huang came down the mountain with Xu Guan in his mouth, Zhang Wu was already drinking against the fire behind him.

"Sir, what happened to these? What pieces of meat are there on the ground?" After staying in the mountains for a long time, Xu Guan paid special attention to the rations and carefully picked up the pieces of meat one by one.

"Xianbei meat."

Only then did Xu Guan realize that there were pieces of meat that looked like fingers. In surprise, the pieces of meat shook to the ground.

Looking at Zhang Wu, he swallowed his saliva.