"There are only 500 of them, and I will directly take 5,000 men and horses to rush up and destroy them?"

Deng Mao gently patted his Qu Shuai's shoulder, signaling that he would just go out, after all, those people looked a little iron-clad, just a few hundred people, just thinking about the praying mantis blocking the car, and the ants shaking the tree?

It's just overwhelming!

"Don't worry, listen to what these fools have to say."

Cheng Zhiyuan raised his hand and calmly pressed Deng Mao, this way, it is not that he has not encountered this kind of people who want to stop their 50,000 army with a little people, but those are all jokes, and they can't even go a few rounds under Deng Mao, what capital is there to shout.

"Alas, it's not those or anything, you should work hard for life, you have to believe in the Han, the emperor and the court."

Deng Mao brushed his hair and said impatiently.

The Yellow Turban Army is only dressed by the Yellow Turban Wrestlers summoned by Zhang Jiao, and the other ordinary Yellow Turban Army just spread their hair and wear yellow turbans, which can be regarded as a recognizable symbol.

"Maybe I can play some new tricks, look at their angry appearance, isn't it different from those who recruited an before?"

Cheng Zhiyuan held a horsewhip and pointed at Liu Bei, who was moving the military formation towards this side.

He was calm, as if everything was under control.

"What Qu Shuai said makes sense, then should we also form a formation to meet the enemy?"

There were a few strands of hair hanging down in front of his eyes, Deng Mao blew it seriously, but he didn't blow it, mainly because he hadn't washed his hair for too many days, and it was too greasy, so he couldn't blow it.

As the number one general in the current Yellow Turban Army, who is second only to Cheng Zhiyuan in terms of military value, Deng Mao feels that he must tidy up his image.

"No, you don't."

Cheng Zhiyuan smiled slightly, everything was clear.

He Cheng Zhiyuan, he likes this feeling that everything is in his own hands, he Cheng Zhiyuan, following the great sage and good teacher to follow the time of the day, is naturally also a heavenly general, since he is a heavenly general, then what are you afraid of?

From his debut to the present, he has not met anyone other than his brothers and sisters who can beat him.

Therefore, with the world's first-class strength, he is so confident and so chic.

He Cheng Zhiyuan is calm and calm!

Just a few hundred people, he Cheng Zhiyuan can easily destroy them with a wave of his hand.

"Qu Shuai has an order, stop!"

Deng Mao raised his spear and signaled the Yellow Turban Army behind him to stop, in this Yellow Turban Army, Deng Mao is a veritable second-in-command. And Deng Mao is a close confidant of Cheng Zhiyuan, so his words are also regarded as Cheng Zhiyuan's meaning, and the Yellow Turban Army will obey his orders.

"Huh!"

Even if it is a rabble, these Yellow Turban soldiers still listen to military orders very much, which makes Cheng Zhiyuan very satisfied, and can make these ordinary people who do not understand the military formation and military law understand the military orders and maintain them well, or do a good job themselves.

He just enjoyed the feeling that everything was under control.

"Coming and going to get the same name."

Cheng Zhiyuan raised his horsewhip and looked at Liu Bei and the others who came to him, and the contempt in his expression made Liu Bei and the others very angry.

"Traitor! Why not drop early! ”

Liu Bei held his male and female double-strand sword at Cheng Zhiyuan, and when he encountered this kind of uncleaned little man, Liu Bei, a fledgling young man with strong blood, couldn't bear it, and scolded with a mouth.

"I am a mortal general, you have hundreds of people, and you want me to surrender?"

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at Liu Bei and the three of them contemptuously.

Isn't.

The leader looks a bit imposing, but with dual swords in his hands, he doesn't look like a battle-hardened general on horseback.

And the white-faced, beardless, handsome-looking Xiao Langjun on his right actually carried a Zhangba snake spear that was taller than others? As for the guy on the left......

The book in his arms is not stuffed properly, but he looks like a red date.

Cheng Zhiyuan was originally looking forward to meeting some people who could go a few rounds with his powerful self to alleviate his mentality of seeking defeat as an invincible opponent in the world.

Unexpectedly, there were just a few angry young people who were stunned.

"Just you?"

Liu Bei's face was incredulous, as if he heard Cheng Zhiyuan's words as if he had heard something fantastical.

"Will the heavens come to the world? Look at your stinky face that eats flatbread with flies, and then look at your nose that has been bitten by mosquitoes, if the sky will look like this, then what are we thinking about flying to the heavens? I think if I fly to the heavenly realm in the future, I will be able to vomit it every time I see you in the sky. ”

Liu Bei spat out.

"If you are a heavenly general, the three of us brothers will go down to the mortal god king."

When has Cheng Zhiyuan ever seen this kind of scoundrel screaming, since he studied under the great sage and good teacher, he has always maintained humility to study, diligently practiced martial arts, and interacted with people, everyone will praise him for being sensitive and studious, and naturally extraordinary.

This kind of speech is so ugly, it is the first time he has encountered it, and it is inevitable that he can't control his mentality for a while.

But who is he, he Cheng Zhiyuan, calm and composed, naturally can't lose his temper.

Forcibly suppressing his anger, Cheng Zhiyuan commanded Deng Mao beside him.

"Deng Mao, get back that's head for me!"

After speaking, Cheng Zhiyuan gasped, leaned on the horse, put away his horsewhip, he believed in Deng Mao's strength, although Deng Mao was a little frivolous, but his strength was still very reliable, even in his invincible hands, he could go through several moves.

The invincible self doesn't need to make a move, as long as he deploys his troops and is a calm and calm marshal.

He Cheng Zhiyuan, not afraid of other people's gossip, do his best, is truly calm!

"Poof!"

Deng Mao gently stroked his hair and showed his blue job card, [Spearman].

Deng Mao's job card emitted a dazzling light, this is one of Deng Mao's skills, used to enhance the prestige, although the prestige is ethereal, invisible and intangible, but Deng Mao feels that it is very easy to use, handsome enough, so he wants to add a momentum to his handsome appearance.

Deng Mao raised his spear and rushed directly towards Liu Bei's position, he felt that these three jumping clowns who could only speak quickly had no way to pose a threat to themselves, so he didn't care, and even used the heads of the other party's three generals to make a background for his handsome appearance, wouldn't it be more handsome?

Deng Mao took his flowing hair and smiled confidently.

Zhang Fei was an anxious man, and when he saw someone coming towards him, he grabbed the horse's belly and rode out of the horse, and his professional card also lit up, which was the same blue professional card as Deng Mao, but Deng Mao did not see Zhang Fei's professional card, which represented the silver edge of the middle-level vocational card.

Standing up his Zhangba snake spear, Zhang Fei had a layer of glimmer attached to his body, which was the bonus given to him by his small army formation of 100 people.

Zhang Fei is bold and careful, even in the face of a yellow turban general, he will try his best to make himself the best.

"Let's get the name together!"

"I am the Yellow Turban General Deng ......"