New Story of Lv Bu

"I have seen a guerrilla general!" "I have seen Mr. Ziyu!" "I have seen General Hou!" Huangfusong, Zhu Jun and Cao Cao gave salutes together. "The three generals have worked hard! Leading the army to fight for half a day, most of the casualties of the county soldiers, just to wait for my army, ashamed! Ashamed!" After more than a year of experience in the capital of Luoyang, Hou Cheng's self-cultivation, mind, and tolerance have long been different from the past Up.

The number of high-ranking officials he has seen is countless. In contrast, these three people are just veteran soldiers, poor scholars, and eunuchs in the eyes of aristocratic families. With this kind of insight and tolerance, Mr. Ziyu's aura seemed extremely powerful, coupled with the tremendous lethality displayed by the Shicai Silver Fox Ghost Army, it suppressed the three generals.

"The guerrilla general is joking! If it weren't for the huge crossbows under the general and the catapult that made a thunderbolt, how could one defeat sixty thousand yellow turbans without hurting a single soldier?" Huang Fusong was speaking, as a battle-tested man. Soldier, he doesn't care much about the number of casualties. In his view, as long as he can win, even 90% of the casualties are worth it.

"How wonderful is Mr. Ziyu in Beijing? Everyone calls Mr. Ziyu without a name! Unexpectedly, he is still a famous general! It seems that the great Sima accountant is like a cloud. Generals are like rain!" Zhu Jun is a scholar born in Beijing. Live habitually, naturally know the foundation of Hou Cheng. I thought it was just a martial artist who was lucky enough to be favored by His Majesty, but I didn't expect that 60,000 Yellow Turbans would be slaughtered today while talking and laughing.

"General Hou, how are those two weapons made? Can you tell me something about Meng De?" Cao Cao is the most anxious, he is most concerned about martial arts such as weapon armor and horse tactics. When he saw the catapult and the bed crossbow, he had long loved it. If the battle wasn't still going on, he could not wait to step forward to see what happened.

"Hahahaha!" Hou Cheng laughed: "The three generals wait a minute, please sit down and taste the Western wines brought by Hou Mou." A few silver fox ghost soldiers placed four light and delicate bamboo beds behind them. Take out four bamboo mats and spread them on top, all of which are woven with green bamboo filaments, and the patterns are outlined with gold and silver threads in the middle. Then lifted out the four big umbrellas and stood behind the bamboo mat.

"Please!" Hou Cheng took the seat first and sat with the chairman to accompany him. The three of Huangfusong said to bother them, and then sat down together. Cao Cao's family is extremely wealthy, spontaneously familiar with goods, this thin bamboo mat is called gold and silver filigree green bamboo mat, the work is extremely complicated, the materials used are unusual, and the price is a pound of gold in Luoyang City, and there is no market.

"This bamboo mat is cool. Sitting under your body, the heat is immediately gone." Huangfu Song has been in the border for a long time, where he knows such a delicate thing, he just feels extremely cool. "Huangfu Zhonglang, this mat is called a gold and silver filigree green bamboo mat. It is in the Feng's mat shop in Luoyang City. It is priced at a pound of gold!" Zhu Jun, who knew the goods too, cried out on the spot.

"A mat is so valuable? How can the old man have never seen it before?" Huangfu Song was surprised. Hou Cheng smiled slightly: "Zhu Zhonglang's book is also correct and not correct. Yes, this mat is called a gold and silver filigree green bamboo mat. The price of a catty of yellow towel is not fake. It is just made in Bingzhou and used by Lao Feng. That's it."

Good guy, the price of a pound of gold, or did you shop in the Fengjiaxi, a century-old shop in Luoyang, and how brave is the state army? How strong are the financial resources? The three of them were silent immediately, carefully recalling every word of Hou Cheng. In this way, there are too many stories behind Binzhou Mu, Da Sima, and Wenhou Lubu.

Immediately after the silver fox ghost army listed the cups and plates, put out four new seasonal dishes, then lifted the glass cup, and poured four glasses of Western wine. The four picked up their cups and drank them all. "Good wine!" "The taste of this wine is much better than the one in Duan Jiming's mansion!" "When you are a song of wine, how long is your life? It's a vain!"

Just as the three of them were struggling, the silver fox ghost army with a grinning deer-headed rat stepped forward to report. "General, in such a hot weather, the doctors are afraid of the epidemic, and they recommend burying the body immediately." "Oh?" Hou Chengban squinted at him. "If you are a doctor, just do it! But???"

He stretched out his hand to call the silver fox ghost army of the scorpion mouse to come over, and gave a few words in his ear. The roe-headed rat eyes suddenly smiled with flowers on his face. "The general is right. The scouts are here to report that the ten thousand yellow turban cavalry are gone. Is this the job? The young ones just do as the general orders, so they won't be able to eat!"

Hou Cheng nodded, waved to let him go, and turned his head and arched his hands. "Although the three generals have a drink, at most one more hour, the Yellow Turban will definitely collapse. Come here, and see how much Western Region wine is still in my eight treasure car? Give it to the three generals together." "General." , No more, no less, there are ten altars." "Take another altar to drink, three generals and three altars for one person!"

"Thank you, Mr. Ziyu!" The three bowed and saluted together. Looking at the wine jar, one was afraid that there would be no ten buckets? If you fight for one hundred thousand, one altar equals one million, and three altars equal three million. It is great to honor old parents and entertain relatives and friends. Even if it is sold, it can also be exchanged for a lot of grain, grass, equipment, weapons and horses.

"Uh???" Hou Cheng hiccuped and started to flicker. "Is this bed crossbow and catapult? It’s great for fighting. It’s the same. Expensive! Expensive! The silver fox ghost army is the richest in the world, and it can only raise one hundred and fifty. , I’m going to smash the pot and sell iron! Let’s just talk about this wood. The wood used is from the deep mountains. The diameter is at least one foot. It needs to be air-dried first. Then it is painted and oiled. It is six years? ?????"

In the Yellow Turban Formation, 100,000 teams have been assembled. These 100,000 people are members of the Taipingdao. The best are selected, the weak are eliminated and the strong are reorganized. Everyone has undergone three months of hard training. Everyone has a weapon in his hand. Either a spear, a ring-head knife, or a bow and crossbow, there are not many armors, there are also 20,000 or 30,000 pieces, most of which are two-stage armor.

Bocai's horse drove past slowly in front of the army. Constantly clenching his right hand as his chest to pay tribute to the Yellow Turban pawn. "Yellow Turban is mighty!" "The world is peaceful!" "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!" The yellow turban pawns kept shouting, paying tribute to their commander Qu with practical actions. Seeing that the mood of the yellow turban pawns rose, Pocai immediately began to mobilize before the war.

"Friends of the Peace Road! Brothers! Think about the days you used to live without food and poorly dressed, most people don’t even have shoes. That’s all, you are still being oppressed by the family all day long. , Tired all the year round, can't eat enough, don't have enough clothes, and the wife and daughter have been abused. Why is this all?"

Speaking of the pain, two lines of tears rolled down from Bo Cai's eyes. why? why? One hundred thousand yellow trousers were thinking about this question, the dead bodies everywhere in front of them, and the Han army slowly coming from a distance seemed to disappear. This question keeps flashing in my mind, forcing everyone to figure it out like a shadow, like a spit in the throat, unpleasant.

"Why? It's because of the evil heaven! It is him who created this unfairness and the world! It is him who makes us live a life that is inferior to pigs and dogs! As long as this heaven exists, we will always be cows and horses! We will always be slaughtered. Lamb!" At this point, Pocai's eyes were wide open, his canthus was cracking, and he yelled with all his strength.

"Now, we are going to follow in the footsteps of the great wise and mentor, smash this wicked heaven and build a brand new yellow sky!" "Break the sky and build a brand new yellow sky!" Under the indignation of the crowd, 100,000 yellow turbans roared together! "In front of you, there are forty thousand Han troops. These forty thousand Han troops are the last barrier to Luoyang, the heavenly capital! As long as they are eliminated, there will be a Pingchuan between us and Luoyang!"

"Now, I, Huang Turban generous Qu Shuai Bocai, will lead you to start the offensive! As soon as the end of the battle begins, you will never die! As long as we have one last breath, we must not let the Han army live! Those who died in the battle will immediately Ascend to heaven and enjoy eternal blessing! Those who are alive must join me, follow the great mentor, and build a new yellow sky in this world!"

"For the peace of the world!" "For the great wise teacher!" "For the brand-new yellow sky!" One hundred thousand yellow turban was ignited by Bo Cai's fighting spirit, and shouted like a lunatic. At this moment, the eagerness to fight is all over their bodies. For heaven, for the happiness of the afterlife, and for the brand-new yellow sky, what is the worth of a fate?

"Many people will die in battle! Many families will lose the backbone of the whole family! But this is not important, except for eternal happiness, they will die like a dignified person, rather than live like a pig and a dog! If we If you lose the battle, everyone will be executed by the government, and no one can escape!"

"Instead of living humblely, it is better to sacrifice heroically! For the sake of peace in the world, attack!"

It is better to sacrifice heroically than to live humblely! This sentence deeply moved the 100,000 Yellow Turbans. Yes, in the eyes of aristocratic families, they are pigs and dogs, not even comparable to a famous horse or a brocade. What's the point of living in such a humble manner, even if you live for a hundred years? It's better to die heroically and enjoy happiness in heaven forever!

"Xiaomin's hair is like a leek, cut and resurrected; his head is like a chicken, cut and screamed. The official does not have to be fearful, it must be light. But hope to calm down." This ballad was sung by one hundred thousand yellow towels, and the tune was full In response to the injustice, the deserted tone became irrelevant, full of anger and desolation. One hundred thousand yellow turban strides forward, every step is decisive, every step is death!

"Fuck Wu Gexi in rhino armor, the car is in the wrong hub, and the car is short. The banners cover the sun and the enemy is like clouds, and the arrows are falling to the ground to fight for the first???" The Han army on the opposite side also began to sing. The two armies with different beliefs fought a decisive battle for different purposes. No matter who was right or wrong, there could only be one victor in this battle.

So, who will the final victory belong to?