Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

kill! ! ~

Traveling in a hurry, the Hu people were almost too tired to walk before they stopped to rest.

When they fell back and closed their eyes, nothing could wake them up.

People who are tired and overworked are not afraid of keeping spinning, but are most afraid of the moment when their breath stops.

If the Wei army had come earlier, before they had set up their tents or closed their eyes, they might have been able to resist a little with their swords.

But now, the shouts of killing outside the tent cannot affect their sound sleep at all.

Several armored soldiers on patrol at night were so tired that they fell asleep and were unable to resist the Wei army at all. They just beat the drums for notification with all their strength before they died.

pity.

Under the sad drum beat, many people just turned over, smacked their lips, and continued to snore.

Countless people lost their lives in their sleep and had their heads chopped off.

Xu Guan took the lead and rushed to the front. Nowadays, it is difficult to see the slightest trace of youthfulness on the face of this young man who is not as good as a weak crown.

Only half of the night passed.

He has completely transformed from a sentimental young man into a cold-blooded executioner.

A nine-foot heavy sword was placed on the shoulder, but if something alive came into his eyes, the sword was cut into two parts.

"How long will it take for the whole canyon to be covered with the blood of barbarians if we continue to kill like this?"

The guard didn't hear the whisper clearly and asked: "What did the general say?"

"I said, separate a group of people and throw torches in front of them into the camp to drive the barbarians out so they can be killed easily!"

The guard responded excitedly: "Here."

No one would deliberately discover Xu Guan's change, and no one would question it.

Those who have never been on the battlefield will never understand how profoundly this Shura field, filled with the light of swords and shadows, changes people.

Even during the day, he was still afraid of his hands and feet due to battle damage, but at night he could let go of his hands and feet and slaughter the enemy wantonly.

For soldiers who are used to seeing separation between life and death, there is no need to make a fuss about this small change.

They were just glad that their general had enlightened and could lead them to achieve more feats.

On the other hand, Ran Min was unwilling to lose to a fledgling boy.

They are all disciples of Jin Wu, and he is already in his early thirties. If he is compared to Xu Guan, will he still lose face?

Compared with Xu Guan, his methods are much simpler and cruder.

Taking the lead, he used the power of his war spear to violently open up every tent in sight, and then the Wei cavalry who rushed over stabbed and slashed at the sleeping Hu soldiers.

Zhang Wu himself did not participate in this strangulation.

Standing alone on the cliff, drinking and watching the battle.

There is a bundle of long-headed javelins placed beside him. From time to time, when he sees that the battle situation there is difficult, he will throw javelins from a hundred feet away to relieve the enemy.

Xiaohong, on the other hand, was quietly eating grass and having fun on her own, and did not join in the battle to show her frustration and displeasure.

Different people have different responsibilities.

For this time and space, Zhang Wu is just a bronze sculpture enshrined in Yunxiao Pavilion, a myth and a passerby.

It is best to be remembered and not to be overly dependent on others.

Even though he has the same urgent hope deep in his heart, in this chaotic era, the Chinese sons and daughters can live a prosperous and healthy life.

But he is not a real god after all.

Nor could he arrive every time the nation was threatened.

It is even more impossible for him to abandon his existing life and glory and stay here forever.

What he can do is to make the young people who should bear this protective responsibility grow up as much as possible in a short period of time.

Just like Ran Min back then, Wang Meng and Xu Guan are now.

They are the real patron saints of this era.

While witnessing the growth of others, you can regain the youthful and unyielding passion in your own heart.

So that he can clearly realize that the road under his feet has not yet been exhausted.

South of the Yangtze River, there are still thousands of miles of fertile land that has not yet been recovered. In the northern grasslands, although those wolf cubs are too scared to go south, the threat still exists.

To the west, at the end of the Silk Road, there is not a huge threat lurking there.

After all, he also has a land that must be protected, a majestic monarch who is worthy of death, and people who sing the praises of his military exploits. He has a wife and children that he wants to protect with all his strength.

Time passes slowly.

Under the endless firelight, everything visible to the naked eye in the gorge area was stained red with blood.

More and more Hu people died screaming and struggling.

They couldn't even lift the knife and were too sleepy to open their eyes.

They will also cry and scream because of the passing of their loved ones.

Their eyes will also be full of hatred out of despair.

They are also human beings.

This was completely a one-sided massacre, a massacre without any warmth.

Once upon a time, when Zhang Wu saw this kind of scene, he would show a trace of unbearability on his face.

Thinking back to those days, when Zhang Wu issued the order to "kill all Xiongnu people, old and young, women and children, who are not of my race", he would also ask himself whether he was a cold-blooded executioner.

When I saw the innocent eyes of the barbarians and wolf cubs filled with hatred that was inconsistent with their age.

When listening to the Hu women and old men speaking the most vicious curses on him in difficult to pronounce Xiongnu and Xianbei dialects.

But to this day, seeing this scene again, Zhang Wu no longer felt any discomfort in his heart, only the joy of drinking and singing.

It has nothing to do with justice, morality or not.

It's just a matter of position.

Zhang Wu could even try to understand what the Hu people were thinking and hoping for.

In fact, if given the opportunity, who wouldn’t want their people and future generations to live and multiply in a more fertile land.

Since they are willing to do this, they will not hesitate to start a war. Then they should also believe that Zhang Wu, as a Han Chinese, or one of all Han Chinese who is unwilling to kneel down, is determined to kill all the robbers and villains.

As long as there is an ambitious man alive and breathing, the butcher's knife will never be put away in the warehouse to eat ashes.

As long as Zhang Wu is alive for one day, he will always become a nightmare for them when they sleep.

The winner drinks, the loser is speechless.

A touch of fish belly white finally appeared at the end of the sky.

The rear troops in the canyon had already been killed.

But Ran Min and Xu Guan still had no intention of stopping. The blades turned towards the Chinese army and continued to fight.

"Xiaohong, you've been in bed all night. Let's go down and do some exercise."

Xilulu! ~