A remote path.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dripping light rain soon fell, and a group of soldiers and horses was about 200 people, under the washing of the rain, steadily arrayed, not moving at all, waiting peacefully.

"Is that so sure sir, he's going to go this way?"

Mu Jing rode on horseback, ignoring the rain hitting his armor, and looked ahead, as if he was expecting something to appear.

"Seven points for strategy, three points for luck!"

Jiang Lu dressed in cloth clothes, walked leisurely, and said calmly: "I can calculate everything, as for whether Lei Hu can avenge his father with his own hands, the rest depends on the will of heaven, after all, the county lieutenant is brave, and it is not impossible to kill this person on the spot!" ”

He had seen the battlefield.

The terrain on the battlefield is not too complicated, but the road is figured out, with the strength of the dancing Yin soldiers, under the front and back attacks, there is no problem in winning this battle, but it is a little difficult to annihilate it all, and if he is allowed to choose and escape, he will choose this road.

But the human heart is unpredictable.

He wasn't 100 percent sure.

"No matter what, thank you for Mr. 's plan, if you can personally avenge your father's revenge, you will be grateful for Mr.'s great kindness!"

Lei Hu straddled the horse in front, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked dead ahead.

After their vanguard battalion withdrew from the western suburbs, they did not go to the main battlefield, but followed Jiang Lu's suggestion, detoured to the northeast, and lined up on this small road.

On the main battlefield, there is Mushan and Zhoucang.

There was no way for their Pioneer Battalion to take the top spot.

Only in this way will there be a chance for him to take revenge with his own hands.

"In this battle, Mr. strategized and won thousands of miles away, and his ability was extraordinary, and he was quite admired!"

Mu Jing turned his head and looked at Jiang Lu again, a humble scholar, he was unknown in history, I thought he was just a good reader, and he only had the ability to teach and educate people, but he couldn't see that he had such a strategy.

This battle is a clear view of Jiang Lu's ability.

From sending troops to the western suburbs to returning to the eastern city, between the lightning and flint, it is the essence of this battle, and the interlocking strategies can make the Yellow Turban Army fall into the net, which has to make Mu Jing's admiration.

"It's just that there is something unclear in my heart, why Mr. was just nameless in the past!"

Mu Jing asked puzzledly: "With Mr.'s ability, there shouldn't be no one to ask Mr. to go out of the mountain to help, even if it's just Nanyang, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop Mr.'s might!" ”

Those who have the ability have the ability to do it everywhere.

With Jiang Lu's wisdom, he shouldn't just be a well-known local scholar, he should have a greater reputation, at least some reputation in Nanyang, but Jiang Lu is just a small teacher in Wuyin.

"Childe looks up to Jiang too much, although Jiang has a little wisdom, he can't pick his hands or lift his feet, but he is just a useless scholar, there is no stage to show, and it is useless!"

The corners of Jiang Lu's mouth raised a bitter smile: "The world's scholars, studying hard in the cold window, is nothing more than learning literature and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family, I am not high, if I can, in the past, I was also willing to raise filial piety and go out of the official career, for one of the parents of the official, and even enjoy the top of the temple, but the power of filial piety is owned by the scholars, we are waiting for the poor, how can I get ahead, if I am just a strategist who can only hide behind the wealthy family, a certain is unwilling, a certain would rather live in seclusion in the mountains!" ”

This era is the best of times, but also the worst times.

Heroes and heroes have appeared.

But there are so many depressed people who are depressed, how many people have read a lifetime of books, but they can only end up depressed, and the authority has been controlled by the scholar family, and the scholars of the poor family have no stage to show their strengths.

Many children of the poor family can only serve the nobles and attach their names to the names of the wealthy families.

This is the sorrow of the son of a poor family.

"Mr. is talented, he will be able to make a name for himself in the Central Plains in the future, and he will be famous in history!"

Mu Jing was suddenly relieved.

A person's achievements, talents, hearts, opportunities, and resolutions are indispensable, and the 100-year history of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty has achieved countless people who have left their names in history, and also buried more talented people.

Who said that the Three Kingdoms can only have super generals like Lu Bu and Zhao Yun?

Who said that the Three Kingdoms can only have top strategists like Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi?

When he came, it was up to him to discover those buried talents, and he believed that there must be peerless talents in this world who could surpass these super generals and top strategists.

Stomp !!!!

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from afar, closer and louder.

"It's coming!"

Thunder Tiger's pupils bloomed with a gleam, and his hands tightly held the big knife.

"Silence!"

Mu Jing also gently pulled out the long sword at his waist and became engrossed.

They were at the bend of the path, and although they were on the same path, their front and back visions were staggered, and even if they were ten steps apart, they could not be seen unless they turned around.

So at this moment, they are just in ambush.

"Quick, let's go!"

"The pursuers behind are coming!"

"Just turn the corner and we'll be able to enter the woods!"

"Hurry up!"

Hundreds of remnants of the soldiers protected the seriously injured Yellow Turban General Wei Tong and fled in a hurry.

"Zhou Cang, this revenge is not guaranteed, a certain family swears not to be a man!"

Wei Tong's face was bleeding nonstop, not even an eyeball was gone, the whole person went crazy, and while fleeing, he shouted loudly: "One day, I will kill back, I will kill you one by one like shooting Lei Gong, in order to avenge my humiliation today!" ”

Just around the corner......

"Thief, take your life!"

Thunder Tiger slashed out furiously, slashing with a knife, and the two guards in front of Wei Tong who were blocking him were immediately killed.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Mu Jing led the vanguard battalion to follow closely behind Lei Hu, and killed him head-on, and with one face, dozens of Yellow Turban remnants were killed by them.

"There's an ambush!"

"Get out of the way!"

Hundreds of remnants of the Yellow Turban panicked and retreated again and again.

"Who are you?"

Although Wei Tong was seriously injured, he was a battle-hardened general after all, and his reaction ability was not weak, so he stabilized in an instant, pointed at Lei Hu, and asked coldly.

"I am a thunder tiger!"

Thunder Tiger is like a madman, one person and one knife, the killing intent is shocking, and he kills him head-on: "My father is Lei Gong, he died under the arrow of Er, today I want to avenge my father, guard the thief, take your life!" ”

"Lei Gong's son?"

Wei Tong's face was pale: "They don't have many soldiers and horses, before the chasing soldiers catch up, kill me, only by killing the past, can we live!" ”

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

The remnants of the Yellow Turban, who had wolves in front and tigers in the back, had no way to escape, and suddenly under the desire to survive, they burst out of the strong combat effectiveness of the place of death and then rebirth, and rushed in and wanted to kill it.

"Pioneer battalion, it's time for us to be ashamed, kill!"

Mu Jing holds a long sword in his hand, and his swordsmanship is only a few simple moves, but it is very suitable for battlefield confrontation.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The shame of the pioneer battalion was given by them, and now they are in front of them, and the opportunity to collect debts in person is very rare for them, and one by one they burst out with 200% combat effectiveness, in the desperate fighting.

"Thief, I'm going to behead you personally!"

Lei Hu became more and more courageous the more he fought, and he cut off five or six Yellow Turban generals in a row, and approached Wei Tong more and more.

"General go quickly, I'll stop him!"

A military marquis stepped forward.

"Slash!" Thunder Tiger was in a violent state, the knife was like lightning, and with a knife down, it cut this person in half, the violent slaughter, the cruel blood, made all the soldiers frightened, and no one dared to approach Thunder Tiger.

"Is the sky going to kill me!"

Wei Tong looked up to the sky and roared: "Even if I die, I will die a heroic death, Lei Hu Xiaoer, I will die with you!" ”

He dragged his wounds up and killed.

"It's good to come, a certain family wants to see, why are you pulling me to accompany the funeral and kill!"

Lei Hu went completely violent, and his crazy knife skills were endless, giving full play to the Lei family's thunder knife.

The two fought for less than 30 rounds.

Wei Tong was exhausted.

Thunder Tiger slashed like lightning, cutting him off at the waist, and blood stained the earth.

"Father, the child has avenged you!"

Lei Hu cut off his head, carried his bloody and blinding head, looked up to the sky and roared, emitting a reverberating sound wave, shaking a radius of 100 meters, and all the soldiers were a little afraid when they heard it.

"The Lord will be dead, and those who descend will not be killed!"

Mu Jing immediately made a decision, killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 self-inflicted, at this time the pioneer battalion could no longer be damaged.

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

The soldiers of the pioneer battalion shouted in unison, which directly crushed the combat mentality of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"I surrender!"

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

One man dropped his weapon, followed by one another.

Of course, there are people who continue to resist, but under the slaughter of blood, they do not surrender, and they have all died on this path.

"Stepping on the !!"

The sound of horses' hooves came galloping.

Zhou Cang reined in his horse, watching Lei Hu carrying Wei Tong's head, and the Yellow Turban soldiers around him either surrendered or were slaughtered, he sighed a little: "We fought to the death in front, but let the pioneer battalion pick up a bargain!" ”