New Story of Lv Bu

What? The nine thousand yellow turban cavalry were actually defeated by the 1,500 silver fox ghost army? The three adults, Huangfusong, Zhu Jun, and Lu Zhi, immediately fell into a petrified state. It happened so suddenly that none of the three of them could see clearly. The silver fox ghost army had been fighting against the yellow turban cavalry for the first half of the period, and then the silver fox ghost army threw out the sky hidden weapon, and then the enemy's horse went crazy, and then it was throwing stones. The car, then there is no more??????

Nine Thousand Yellow Turban Cavalry??? actually??? collapsed? The three adults stared at them with big eyes and a look of doubt. Could it be that this army is the secret weapon of the Union State Army? But how do you look like it? Speaking of yin and yang, weird, flowing air, no matter how you look like a good person, slap your face with a slap to relieve your anger!

Such people will be the most elite troops? impossible! Absolutely impossible! However, the nine thousand Yellow Turban cavalry were indeed defeated?????? Could it be that the hidden weapons released by these people had a problem? "Huangfu Zhonglang, Zhu Zhonglang, after the war is over, the three of me will go to the Da Sima Army to observe the military capacity, how about?"

The two middle lords looked at him in a blink of an eye, and Cao Mengde smiled and looked sincere. "This remark is great! This remark is great!" Huangfu Zhonglang's tears were about to flow out of excitement. How clever Cao Mengde is! He actually came up with such a trick to explore the truth in the name of watching the army, and he must dig out the bottom of the Bingzhou army!

The battle situation on the black-faced old man's side was much more dangerous, and the Yellow Turban Wounded launched a decisive attack. Hundreds of people swarmed and rushed towards the Han Army Minor Wounds. Deal with one of three or five, greet vigorously with your fists, knees, elbows, and even your head. Unprepared, the Han Army suffered a big loss, and the screams were extremely stern and tragic.

The black-faced veteran and the thirty-eight old divisions of the Union State Army had spent more than a hundred battles. They had a look at each other, they had already drawn their swords in their hands, and killed them like wind. They were a group of three or five, making the ring-headed swordsman charge forward and the spears' sneak attack behind, while protecting the left and right wings of the swordsman. After eliminating one Yellow Turban wound, and then dealing with the next one, in an instant, 40 or 50 Yellow Turbans were brought down.

"Brothers! Fight with the Han army! You can go to heaven if you die! It's better to be a cow and a horse for the rest of your life!" Kick down one. Dozens of people around him saw that the leader was so fierce, their morale was immediately boosted, and they tried their best one by one, and instantly overwhelmed more than a dozen Han troops.

"Brothers of the Han army! Behind you are the doctors and the female soldiers! Be sure to guard the tent! Reinforcements will be here immediately!" The old black-faced soldier's old wounds have all burst, and his face is covered with blood, and he can't tell whether it is his own. It's someone else's. He has forgotten the pain, like a mad tiger, wielding a knife to fight desperately.

Guerrilla General Hou dealt with him the task of protecting the doctors and female soldiers, even if they die, they must die in front of the tent! Otherwise, he is the sinner of the Union State Army and the sinner of the White Army! What's more, he didn't know the enemy, and didn't expect that the Yellow Turban Wounds would actually cause a rebellion, so that the situation was out of control.

People have bad roots. They like to take things easy and dislike hard work, bully others and fear hardships, and take advantage of small things. These are all. The more the critical moment, the more bad roots will emerge. Seeing that the Yellow Scarf wounded soldiers and the Han army were evenly matched, and faintly had the upper hand, the rest of the Yellow Scarf wounded soldiers suddenly became alive.

"His grandma! Fighting with the Han army! It's better to go to heaven than to be a horse and a cow for a lifetime!" Dozens of juniors jumped up and joined Li Er's camp. "Yes! Fight his mother! Qu Shuaibo has said long ago that if the Han army wins, we will all be beheaded!" The power of role models is infinite, and more and more people jumped up and joined. Li Er’s camp.

The ordinary people don't have much knowledge, and it is not easy to distinguish between lies and truth. What they are most willing to believe is the words of their acquaintances. And he likes to hug. When he sees the fellow villagers from the same village all rushed up, they immediately rushed up with enthusiasm, his eyes red, and his arms and sleeves rushed up. Even if you can't beat the Han army, there are more than 10,000 people in the wounded battalion. When the time comes, find a place to lie down and it will be over? Is it possible that the Han army can still identify one by one?

"Brothers of the Bingzhou Army! We are here to help you!" More than a hundred people came out of a dozen military tents, each holding a ring-head knife and a spear and bow, forming a circular array toward the Yellow Scarf. Pounced. "The sword player is forward! The spearman is behind! Assault! Archer, scatter behind!" A clear woman's voice sounded.

The more than one hundred Han troops armed with knives and guns drove the Yellow Turban Wounds dozens of steps away in one charge. At this time, the newly added Seven or Eight Hundred Yellow Turban Wounds also rushed up, and the two groups of talents were worthy of a battle Tied. The black-faced old man suddenly felt dizzy, and he was about to fall down when it was dark. No way! Never fall down! He secretly warned himself.

Finally, he woke up and quickly jumped into a baggage cart, waving the ring knife with his right hand, and shouting loudly. "Yellow Turban Wounds! Don't listen to the rumors! Who treated your injuries? The doctors and female soldiers behind me! They just finished treating you, and you will kill them? It's a pig and a dog! Not worthy of being a man!"

The words of the black-faced old man were like a heavy hammer, smashing the yellow scarf wound on the heart. People are sentimental. If you treat me well, I will treat you well. Even the heinous and fierce generation has a little softness in his heart. Yes, as soon as they have cured us, we will act on them. This is also unbelievable!

"Yellow Scarf Wounders! The Bingzhou Army has treated you, but will they kill your head? It is unnecessary. You can think clearly with your toes! Thanks to your bosses and young people, you don't understand this!" Yellow Scarf Wounders The nest suddenly exploded, and everyone who was about to stand up also sat back.

"Yes, people who have to beheaded, what kind of injury should be healed? Just like we deal with the Han army wounded, we can eat the hob noodles one by one!" "It seems that we won't be cut off our heads?" Don't worry, listen carefully to the black man!" The yellow scarves can finally listen.

"According to the news I heard, Da Sima is going to choose a strong and strong army among you. The name is??????" The black-faced old man suddenly got stuck. Da Sima never said that, but the situation is urgent. , Can't help him, had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to make up. "By the way, it's called Qingzhou Bing! Look at my mind!"

"On weekdays, they will reclaim wasteland and go out in war. Other people, except for the first evil, never ask about threats. They will be distributed to the northern part of Bingzhou, and they will get a piece of land after a few years of cultivation. As for the number, it depends on your performance! "These remarks were not his original, but the basic policy of the Union State Army to dispose of prisoners. He just sorted them out according to what he had learned in Hetao Jiangwutang.

"Is it true?" "Isn't the world peaceful?" "While going, what else is the world peaceful?" A cow on 30 acres of land, wives and children hot on the bed, this is the simple understanding of the people of the world. . It has always been the goal of the refugees. This goal is much easier to understand than the great virtuous teacher Zhang Jiao's world peace.

With 30 acres of land and a cow, do you still worry about not having a wife or children? This is much stronger than the great virtuous teacher's world peace! Pooh! Go to his mother's world to be peaceful! The eyes of the Yellow Scarf wounded suddenly appeared. For them, this was an irresistible temptation. "Wu, the black man, let's have the right and believe that you have suffered!"

"Hahahaha! Right!" The black-faced old man laughed, he paused briefly, swallowed a large mouthful of blood, and his voice became hoarse. "Da Sima's reinforcements will arrive immediately! The rebels will kill you without mercy! You might as well believe me for a while!" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the northeast. "Whoever believes in me, go there! Don't mess around here! Now put down your weapons, let you not die!"

As soon as the black-faced old man's voice fell, thousands of people hurriedly ran to the northeast, lest they were a step slower. The sound of weapons landing in the battlefield rang out. Hundreds of people threw knives, guns and stones, and turned and mixed into thousands of yellow scarf wounds. However, after a few breaths of effort, only five or six hundred were left to fight the Han army.

The Han army pressed hard, and Li Er was forced to block left and right. He was so exhausted that he had no chance to speak. In desperation, he mercilessly sold a flaw and got a knife in his left leg. He roared and slashed a female soldier with a slash, hacked to death a female soldier, and grabbed the female soldier opposite, put the knife across his neck and slammed back.

"Brothers in the Yellow Turbans, don’t listen to those black guys, they are all cheating you! We will definitely die! How many pads are we dying?" He looked to the left and right. He was already empty, only behind him. These five or six hundred people are still looking gray and defeated, looking like a dead father and mother.

The black-faced old man was dizzy and sweaty all over, suddenly a person behind him stretched out his hands to support him. He looked back and saw that it was Dubo. He nodded hard and looked back. The hostage in Li's second hand was the glamorous female soldier he had been dazzled by. "Wu Na man, men fight, what do you do for kidnapping women? Are you still a man? Come on! Let go of that woman, grandpa, I will be your hostage!"

Li Er's face was white and blue, blue and black, his teeth clenched loudly, and his face was complacent. "Haha! Wu Na black guy, make a way out and let the grandpa go! Don't let it, this sweet and charming flower is about to wither!" After he finished speaking, he pressed his hand slightly, the cold female soldier's neck A blood line appeared on the top.

The eyes of the cold female soldier were full of tears, and the white and tender skin became red, and the black-faced old soldier suddenly felt pity in his heart, and opened his mouth to order the release! At this moment, there was a bang. "Wu that thief! Look at the arrows!" Everyone glanced at it, and a long-bearded man stood up with a long bow in his hand. In an instant he sent out five arrows in a row and shot at Li Er.

"Huang Hansheng is here, who dares to shoot me?"