There are only 500 Han troops, all of which have four generals, and Cheng Yuanzhi has an army of 50,000 Yellow Turbans, but only Deng Mao, the general who is a hanger.

Drop, too cheap.

Cheng Yuanzhi, who is the dignified commander and commander, thought about whether he should pick a few more in the Yellow Turban Army and train them as generals, so that they can be ravaged and bullied Deng Mao alone, where is it enjoyable.

Hearing this, Deng Mao was overjoyed, stretched out his tongue and licked the whip scar on his face that was still stained with blood beads, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he became fanatical and blood-devouring, and responded respectfully:

"The last general!"

Deng Mao instantly turned into a yellow turban wrestler, and his temperament changed abruptly.

Yellow Turban Lux, a special soldier in the Yellow Turban Army, is extremely powerful and fanatical. Deng Mao is a Yellow Turban Lux, and Cheng Yuanzhi is also a Yellow Turban Force.

Once you enter the state of the Yellow Turban Warrior, you will be fierce and tireless, regardless of the pain, plummeting and fighting until you die.

Whether or not he can control the violent state of the Yellow Turban Lux is the only criterion for becoming Qu Shuai.

A thousand Yellow Turban troops may be just one Yellow Turban wrestler. A thousand yellow turban wrestlers, at most, one person is enough to stay sober and stand out as Daqu Shuai and Xiaoqu Shuai.

Cheng Yuanzhi waved his arms hard, his muscles and bones were tense, his eyes were red like a waterfall, his violent breath was raging, he picked up the double hammer, and shouted:

"Ben will order you to lead the army to the rear and devour the Han army with ants devouring elephants, there must be no mistakes, and if you violate the order, you will be beheaded!"

Hearing the word "back pad", Deng Mao's heart suddenly sudden, the fury in his eyes receded like a tide, he couldn't believe it, he suspected that he was in a dream, his ears were wrong, he raised his hand and slapped the right cheek hard.

Syllable!

The pain came hotly, and Deng Mao realized that it was true, and asked almost pleadingly:

"General, is that 'on me' or 'on me'?"

This is the black language cut of the Yellow Turban Army, which only veterans understand. Give me up, that is, to act as the main force, go into battle to kill the enemy, and charge into battle; Follow me, that is still Cheng Yuanzhi's head, follow behind the head of the flag and shout, to help the prestige.

Moss!

The sound of a horsewhip entering the flesh sounded instantly.

But it was Cheng Yuanzhi who waved the horsewhip in the air, and then whipped Deng Mao, this whip was aimed at Deng Mao's right face, impartial, and hit Deng Mao left and right, quite symmetrical.

"! Don't you understand what Ben will say? Let you ask, ask you a calf. Give it back to me, follow me, it would have been for you not to get on. Understand? The head of the general of the Han army is the general's, you will lead the army to surround the other party first, except for the Han general, the other miscellaneous fish will be handed over to you. Shout again, Ben will hammer you first, hammer it into a meatloaf and reward the three armies. ”

Cheng Yuanzhi had a strong murderous aura in his eyes, like a devouring beast, glaring at Deng Mao coldly, as if Deng Mao would be directly devoured and fall into the abyss if he said one more word.

"Yes, the last will be ordered." Miscellaneous fish are also fish, there is a fight, there is a battle, there is Cheng Yuanzhi suppressed, Deng Mao did not dare to advance.

Disobeying military orders? Disobedience to Qu Shuai? Deng Mao didn't have the guts of this dog.

General to general, this is the essence of a big war, thinking about Guan Yu's sword and Zhang Fei's spear before, Cheng Yuanzhi felt that his blood was like silver, and he actually began to boil.

Aren't there just a few Han generals? Even if you have a bit of brute strength, you can always hide if you can't afford to fight, although the strength of your body is constantly improving, but Cheng Yuanzhi's brain is extremely clear, and between the fast horses galloping, he has already thought of a countermeasure to fight.

To be a tyrant, you have to have a brain.

The Yellow Turban Army went to the left, and the Han Army went to the right, advancing at the same time, and the time to meet was the shortest. In a few breaths, Cheng Yuanzhi rushed to the Han army and entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

"Anti-thief!" Zhang Fei still shouted, like a thunderbolt, if a lion roared, this was the prelude to Zhang Fei's agitation, and it was not only the Yellow Turban of the Yellow Turban Army who could enter a state of rage.

The butchers of the world are often hidden.

With the skill of killing pigs, there is no need for a dragon slaying knife, and there is no big voice, how can you suppress the sound of pigs.

Zhang Fei took out the Zhangba snake spear with his backhand, and was about to fight when he slapped the horse. This time, Cheng Yuanzhi didn't let Zhang Fei take the lead.

When Zhang Fei yelled, Cheng Yuanzhi just opened his mouth slightly, giving the airflow through, don't wait for the eardrum to be broken, when the mouth opens, inhale slowly by the way, use the maximum lung capacity, and store the air first.

As soon as Zhang Fei's voice fell, Cheng Yuanzhi followed up and scolded back:

"Thief!"

From the bottom of his heart, the volume of voice is far more than Zhang Fei, and the momentum is even more tragic.

There were still 500 soldiers and horses behind Zhang Fei, and there was no one around Cheng Yuanzhi, and there was a slowly squirming lone army outside a shooting range, still far away.

But Cheng Yuanzhi was not afraid, and looked at the Han army like a dead man, with disdain and indifference in his eyes.

When the Han army heard the Han thief, their faces were as black as ink.

The yellow turban thieves rebelled, but there are anti-thieves everywhere, strictly speaking, even the rogue and thief who occupy the mountain and fall into the grass are also anti-thieves.

But there are not many Han thieves, if you really want to be a Han thief, who wants to run all the way here to fight against the Yellow Turban army? 500 Han troops against 50,000 Yellow Turban troops, isn't it a reputation?

Cheng Yuanzhi is now going to pour ink on this reputation, so that these Han soldiers can't fall well, after scolding, Cheng Yuanzhi has a clear mind, his heart is comfortable, and he is secretly cool: I just ask you if you are angry?

If you fight, you haven't fought yet, and you must not lose your momentum, even if you lose, you must lose and not lose. No matter how strong the other party is, it's just right to be reckless.

Especially Zhang Fei, a thief, it simply made Zhang Fei explode. Don't be a butcher and become a soldier, that's a soldier, not a thief, a man or a man, Zhang Fei, who hasn't read a book, doesn't care, but calling Zhang Fei a thief can't bear it, it's worse than a pig's cry.

Zhang Fei pinched the horse's belly hard, the horse's reins were extremely tight, and he rushed to Cheng Yuanzhi with all his might, swearing to stab to death this yellow turban thief who spoke wildly with a spear, and he was not forgiving, and shot back:

"Blood spews people, watch me Zhang Fei stab you to death with a spear, and then tear your dirty mouth. Although we are not regular officials, we are a township brave rebel, and we will not stand against you Yellow Turban anti-thief. Shut up and die. ”

Zhang Fei couldn't wait for the eight snake spears to be not only one zhang and eight inches long, but a hundred zhang and a thousand inches, and stretched out directly in front of Cheng Yuanzhi, ending Cheng Yuanzhi early, don't let Cheng Yuanzhi continue to spit fragrant.

Ma Zhan is not as good as Zhang Fei, if he scolds the war, Zhang Fei will be big, and he dares to explain and ironize Cheng Yuanzhi, which is simply naïve.

Cheng Yuanzhi felt that these five hundred soldiers and horses were a little weird at the beginning, and the Han flag was not in the middle, but on the side, hanging next to the military flag with the word "Zou". Now through Zhang Fei's mouth, he can be regarded as finding out the details of these soldiers and horses: Xiangyong.

The so-called Xiangyong is the ranger and the scattered brave. To put it bluntly, it's just a hot-blooded street gangster and a nosy chivalrous man.