Deng Mao slammed the Pu knife on the war horse twice, his eyes were clear, his voice was firm, and he shouted brainlessly:

"Wait, it's down."

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were stupid in their minds, it was blank, the thief shouted surrender in your mouth, but you didn't tighten the reins, strangled the war horse, and charged over one by one, what do you mean.

Could it be that you want to carry out a sneak attack? Guan Yu, who came back to his senses, couldn't help but squint a pair of Danfeng eyes, secretly accumulating strength in case of accidents.

Getting closer and closer, Deng Mao's war horse showed no signs of slowing down at all.

Guan Yu tightened his grip on the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and Zhang Fei aimed the tip of the Zhangba Snake Spear at Deng Mao.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were angry, Deng Mao rushed unscrupulously, and surrendering was not such a rule, I was afraid that there was fraud in it. When Deng Mao's war horse was close, Guan Yu slashed with a knife and slashed it hard.

Blood splattered!

Guan Yu didn't cut Deng Mao, he cut Deng Mao's war horse, and the horse's head was cut off by Guan Yu with the Qinglong Yanyue Knife with just one knife, and the horse's blood sprayed on the battlefield, and the horse lost its front hooves in an instant.

As soon as Deng Mao's eyes were black, he fell to the grass, rolled three or four times in a row, his whole head was dizzy and swollen, he fell all over his body, and even several ribs were broken.

At this time, Deng Mao's firm belief in his heart was finally shaken, and he no longer listened to Cheng Yuanzhi's instructions, and changed his words:

"Stop, I'm the Yellow Turban General Deng Mao, don't kill me." The knife just now scared Deng Mao to urine.

Deng Mao thought that if he reported his name, he would become a captive at most, and he could escape and die, but he never thought about it, but there was a cold sentence in his ear.

"Third brother, those who descend will not be killed, it is for the thief, the thief will bewitch the people, there is more than innocent death, the crime deserves it, stab it to death."

Guan Yu just glanced at Deng Mao, ordered Zhang Fei, and then slapped his horse back, the thief general of the Yellow Turban Army was not qualified to let Guan Yu and Zhang Fei make a joint attack.

Puff!

"Suffer death." Zhang Fei's snake spear once again pierced Deng Mao's heart with precision.

In a moment, Deng Mao was breathless again.

As soon as the Yellow Turban general Deng Mao died, the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei actually led the troops to take the initiative to meet the attack and attack towards Cheng Yuanzhi's side.

Cheng Yuanzhi was furious, this is to force people to death! Fight and can't fight, drop and don't surrender, is there any reason?

The clay people have three points of fire, Cheng Yuanzhi is a party commander, the chief general of the 50,000 army, since he was in charge of the army, his temper has been deliberately endured, and now Cheng Yuanzhi has decided not to bear it.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei discovered Cheng Yuanzhi, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, and gave each other a look, both of them rushed to the left and the right, and captured the thief and captured the king first.

Behind him was an army of 50,000 yellow turbans, blocking the road so impassable that it was impossible to turn around and flee, and in front of him were 500 strong generals, all of whom were one enemy and one thousand.

Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly burst out laughing and roared tragically:

"Ah, I'm in a showdown, I'm going to be a tyrant, which of you dares to cut me?"

Since Cheng Yuanzhi joined the Taiping Heavenly Dao, his temper has been extremely short-tempered, often unscrupulous, scolding, and fighting.

It is precisely because of his ruthlessness and decisiveness that he was selected by the great sage and mentor Zhang Jiao and became the commander of the Qu Shuai.

After taking Guangyang County in Youzhou, Cheng Yuanzhi was very satisfied, he wanted to be a good person, and his temper was reined in, but the food in the city was only enough for three days, so he had to wave his troops to invade Zhuo County.

As soon as Cheng Yuanzhi's words fell, a knife and a spear struck left and right. The knife was cut across the waist, and the spear was facing the heart.

Hiss!

was killed by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei again, Cheng Yuanzhi's blood was cold, and the tyrannical aura permeated his body, and he thought unwillingly:

"Isn't it true that I am a tyrant and cannot control my destiny? Go back, I want to master the progress of the rollback and be the master of everyone's fate. Listen to the tyrant's whispers and calls, and retreat to half an hour. ”

With the last trace of anticipation, Cheng Yuanzhi closed his eyes with a hideous face.

Half an hour ago.

The Yellow Turban army had just buried the pot to make food, and was pulling out the camp to continue to Zhuo County, Cheng Yuanzhi, who was sitting on a war horse and closing his eyes to recuperate, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at everything in front of him, and muttered to himself:

"Really back half an hour? It seems that it is better to be a tyrant, the country is easy to change, the nature is difficult to change, and the tyrant may be able to live longer, and the scourge will be left for a thousand years. Those three Han generals, hum! ”

Deng Mao saw Cheng Yuanzhi open his eyes, hurriedly drove his horse over, and asked tremblingly:

"General, are you awake?"

Cheng Yuanzhi didn't say a word, raised the horsewhip, and whipped hard at Deng Mao's left face, and a red whip mark with blood beads was instantly visible, and scolded:

"His mother, this will be what you can ask? You boy, be the adjutant general of the general, see what this army has become? Beware of your sacrificial flag. Why don't you go and reorganize the army? Well? ”

Cheng Yuanzhi didn't play Corporal Lixian's trick anymore, he was upset, staring at Deng Mao with slanted eyes, his face was fierce, and the horizontal flesh on his face was fierce.

just asked a little more, and was inexplicably whipped by Cheng Yuanzhi, Deng Mao was not angry at all, and even faintly excited, and said secretly:

"The general is still the same general, yesterday he took Guangyang County, and at the celebration banquet, the general actually began to write crepes, and he wanted to play Mr. Shizi's scores, and he was sad to death. Fortunately, the general was able to realize his lost path and wake up. Grumpy, burning, looting, what's the matter? A general who does not do evil is not a good general. ”

Deng Mao ignored the blood stains on his face, as if he was fine, and did not wipe the bloodstains, but grinned and responded happily:

"The last will be ordered." Deng Mao hugged his fists and saluted, and was about to turn the horse's head, ready to turn around and pass on Cheng Yuanzhi's anger and sprinkle it under his yellow scarf.

Then the herald rushed to him, and shouted from afar:

"Report! Discover the Han Army! Zhuojun Lieutenant Zou Jing led 500 soldiers and horses, and was ten kilometers ahead, all of them were cavalry. "Heralds are also scouts, spying on military intelligence, often simple and to the point.

Archenemy!

But Cheng Yuanzhi has no way out, weakness is death, it is better to fight, to be wronged, like a girl, it is better to die.

"Haha, just in time!"

"Save my Yellow Turban army from attacking the city, and the damage is too much, Zou Jing, that old man, seventy or eighty, is not good to stay in the county town, and dares to run out against the power of our army, I really don't know whether to live or die, I will send him to the ground for safety. The congregation will obey the order! Eh, Deng Mao listens to the order! ”

Cheng Yuanzhi looked up to the sky and laughed, arrogant, like thunder, he didn't put the Han army in his eyes at all, the more he thought about it, it was really easy to lose his courage, Cheng Yuanzhi originally wanted to transfer troops and send generals, and when he looked around, he found that there was only one general in the Yellow Turban Army, Deputy General Deng Mao, who was slightly embarrassed.