Hedong, Xie County. 3

"That's it?" Zhang Fei put his hands behind his back and strode in front, his eyes burning, staring at a high-walled Zhumen family, frowning slightly, and there was a murderous aura on his face.

The one leading the way in front was an old man with a white beard, an honest old peasant in the countryside, but on such a cold day, he was only wearing a gray old coarse linen suit, with two patches on his knees, his trembling hands were shrunk into a ball, his nose was already red from the cold, his black face was full of frost marks, he bowed his waist and folded his hands, glanced at Zhang Fei with a wink, pointed to the vermilion gate tremblingly, and said carefully: "Return, if you go back to the master, that's it, this is it." ”

"Hmm!" Seeing that this person was pitiful, Zhang Fei responded lightly, waved his hand, and motioned for him to leave. The two pro-soldiers immediately came up, led the old man down, led him to a partial corner, took out a string of copper roast seeds and stuffed them into the old peasant's hand, and said, "Take it, the third general said, let your whole family move away!" ”

"What, what?" The old farmer trembled for a while, but he had never seen so many copper burners in his life, and he couldn't believe his eyes, as if he was holding a handful of hot coals, he trembled, "Jun, Junye, this ......"

It's just that before he finished trembling, the two soldiers had already walked away, only to hear a shocking knock on the door board from there: "Open the door, open the door, damn it, everyone is dead!" ”

The old peasant was shocked, he came to seek revenge!

Knowing that this family is not easy to get along, if you know that you are leading the way today, you will inevitably come to entangle in the future, you are in a panic, and you are about to run away, and you think that although this person is evil, but not like a bad person, I will come back to persuade him, and hesitate to shrink into the corner.

There was a loud bang in front of him, Zhang Fei had already kicked the three-inch thick Nanmu vermilion lacquer door over, and a sturdy slave was rushing over, but he almost didn't smash the door panel, and jumped far away in a flash, but looked up at Zhang Fei with a fierce face, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground in shock. There was another figure flashing inside, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he reported as if he was hiding.

The old man shuddered, this is a ghost-urging master! I didn't dare to stay longer, and I couldn't care about a lot, so I hurriedly ran away with small steps.

It was cold, but Zhang Fei only had a rough bare shoulder and didn't realize it, his mouth was full of wine, revealing a body of strong muscles, his face was as sharp as a steel needle, and his face was shaking, and he spewed a thick fog in his mouth and glanced at the sturdy servant who was pale and fell down in shock, and hummed: "This is Wei Di's old man's nest?" ”

Seeing Zhang Fei's fierce appearance, the sturdy servant was frightened for a while, trembling a few times, but he couldn't get up at all. Zhang Fei was impatient, and shouted and scolded: "Thief, are you dumb? ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a big hand of a tiger and wolf, lifted the man up, threw it away, and threw it far away on the street, but he almost missed the two of his followers.

This time, he was already startled, and rushed out of a group of people, holding a stick and a knife in his hand, shouting in his mouth, just taking a look but seeing only a wicked person like Zhang Fei, he was shocked for a while, and he ate in unison, and the knife and stick in his hand trembled.

A steward walked out and bowed to Zhang Fei: "Dare to ask this ......"

"Shao Noise, this is Wei Di's old bastard's home?" Zhang Fei interrupted this person's words impatiently, and said coldly like thunder.

There was a circle of people outside the door, watching from afar, but I didn't know what was going on.

The fat face of the steward trembled for a while, and the hot sweat rolled down, gritting his teeth and saying: "Yes, this is the Wei Mansion, dare to ask who Your Excellency is!" ”

"Well, a bit of guts." Seeing that this person could still stand and talk to himself, Zhang Fei smiled, but he no longer embarrassed him, pointed inside, and said coldly: "Wei Di, what about the old bastard?" Call him out! ”

"You!" The man in charge was extremely angry, waved his hand, glanced at the trembling servants, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "The general doesn't know what grudge he has with my master, if he wants to speak and humiliate like this, my Wei family lives in He Dong, and he must not be slaughtered by others!" ”

He had already seen that Zhang Fei was full of murderous energy, and he must be a fierce general who had killed more than 10,000 people on the battlefield, although he panicked, he didn't dare to back down anymore, his body bowed slightly, and stared at Zhang Fei. It's just that he reminded him with this sound, but I don't know if he ever thought that since people knew that he was from the Hedong Wei clan, how could they care if his Wei clan was slaughtered by others?

Zhang Fei didn't take him seriously, strode over with a cold snort, and said slowly in a trembling voice: "The old man is Wei Di, I don't know what the general has to say?" ”

Zhang Fei followed the prestige, only to see more than a dozen slaves supporting an old man fifty miles away, leaning on the left and right of the two high-ranking generals, slowly walked out, the three long beards were already a little gray, the crown scarf was dressed in a fox fur, the face was clear, but there was a bit of fairy wind bones, although the face was tight, a little sad and angry, but still comfortable, hard and calm, not a trace of panic.

Zhang Fei also stopped, snorted coldly, and said, "Wei Di, is it?" I heard that you are used to bullying men and women, and you are harmful to one party, your grandfather Zhang came to see today, how many heads do you old bastard have! ”

So saying, he strode towards the old man.

"Stop him!" The previous steward was shocked, picked up a water and fire stick from his back, shouted, and slashed it down in front of Zhang Fei's head. Zhang Fei tilted his head slightly, grabbed it, looked at this person coldly, let him try his best, but he still didn't move, raised a foot, and only took a look at the lower abdomen, and the steward fell to the ground in the courtyard, and slid away with the mud and snow, and couldn't get up again.

A group of twenty or thirty servants and slaves were all holding knives and sticks, but they were all stunned, and they didn't dare to come forward, so they subconsciously avoided it. Zhang Feili ignored it, and looked straight at the old man. The two high-ranking generals who were supporting the old man were all taken aback, and one of them let go of the old man and greeted him, shouting without looking back: "Escort the master away!" ”

swung a punch and smashed it into Zhang Fei's chest. Zhang Fei took it with one hand and held it, turned his palm over, with a little force, and faintly made a few "clicks", the person was sallow, the beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down, his knees were weak, and he knelt down straight, only gritting his teeth and not making a sound.

The old man had already froze, and the master and servant were trembling, and they couldn't move anymore. Zhang Fei slowly approached, facing the frightened old man, but he didn't know how to start, and he hesitated for a while. The old man just woke up, took two steps back in shock, leaned his back against the pillar, and muttered, "You, you are Zhang Fei?" For, avenge the Guan family boy! ”

After saying this, it seemed that he had exhausted all his life's strength, and finally collapsed to the ground weakly, with a breath out, but no breath in. The general who supported him before had already come out of the yellow and white things, and they stinked all over the ground.

Zhang Fei was not interested, but he didn't bother to pay attention to these people, turned around and left, and said loudly: "I am your Zhang Sanye, don't forget to come to me if you are a ghost in the future!" ”

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"Woo-woo-woo———"

The melodious horn sounded, the earth trembled violently, and the two most elite cavalry of the Great Han collided fiercely, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the screams filled the haze of the sky, and the gargling snowflakes slowly fell.

"Kill!"

"Kill—"

Wen Chou took the lead, hung up the big knife fiercely, split a general of the Bingzhou army into two, galloped over, and the heads of two Bingzhou cavalry flew high, and the bright red blood rushed to the sky, spraying up two or three feet high, accompanied by flying snow, slowly falling.

In front of him, a white-robed silver-armored young general greeted him, and it was Zhao Yun. Wen Chou didn't recognize him, snorted coldly, slapped his horse and rushed over, and the big knife rolled up with blood rain and slashed towards Zhao Yun's neck.

"Bell!"

The two horses missed, and Zhao Yun's silver spear danced, crossed Wen Chou's eyebrows, and brought a wisp of green silk.

It's a pity!

"Changshan Zhao Zilong is here, and the enemy general is famous!" Zhao Yun's eyes shone, he shouted, the tip of the gun brought a blood flower, and he took advantage of the situation to knock over the throat of a Yuan Jun general, turned his horse around, and killed Wen Chou.

Wen Chou sweated and slipped down, and for a while he underestimated the enemy, and almost died! was furious in his heart, and shouted violently: "Your grandfather is ugly!" ”

With a clamp between his legs, he rushed up fiercely, and the big knife rolled up a fierce wind, slashing at Zhao Yun's chest and slashing hard. Zhao Yun didn't hear of Wen Chou's rudeness, his eyes were finely locked, the gun danced with a silver snake, like a lightning tide, pointing straight to Wen Chou's eyebrows, and going down, it was irresistible to open Wen Chou's hard slash, without stopping, turning over seven shots in a row, oriented to Wen Chou's throat, mouth, and nose, up and down the virtual and real changes, all in one go.

Wen Chou broke out in a cold sweat, the big knife danced rapidly, and he couldn't protect it in front of him, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in one breath, and he was shocked in his heart, this son was young, and he had such a ability, and shouted fiercely:

"Little white face, who are you!"

"Changshan Zhao Zilong!" Zhao Yun didn't mind reporting his name again, and drove his horse to meet him again, "Wen Chou, come again!" ”

"Good!" Wen Chou's spirit was greatly lifted, his sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and he was full of energy to meet Zhao Yun, and with a few swords, a piece of silver light shot out, dividing Zhao Yun's throat, chest, and abdomen.

……

Liu Bei stared for a moment and blurted out: "Wen Chou is worthy of being a general in Hebei, and he actually forced Zilong tightly!" ”

Xun You frowned slightly, but he didn't care about these fights, seeing that there were many soldiers in Bingzhou, and their morale was booming, they had already surrounded Yuan Jun, so he no longer took it to heart. He bowed lightly to Liu Bei and said: "Lord, Wen Chou is just a brave husband, don't be afraid, every Ji Sutong is a general, Yuan Shao is important, don't let him get away!" ”

Liu Bei nodded, and was about to speak, but Jia Xu on the side laughed and said, "I'm afraid that this will, Feng Ji has already left!" ”

Liu Bei was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "The second duke is with the Chinese army, and he hasn't done it for a long time, so he has some skills!" With that, he drew his twin swords, beckoned his own soldiers, took the lead, and rushed forward from the flank Yuan army.

Xun You was stunned and was about to be dissuaded, but Liu Bei had already walked away and was stunned for a while. Jia Xu laughed: "Gongda, the lord started from the army, and he was used to raising troops into battle, unlike you and me, who are weak scholars, but they can't move." ”

Xun You shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The soldiers are dangerous, and the lord is so heavy that he can go into danger!" Just watching Yuan Jun gradually crouch, no longer has the power to backhand, so he no longer speaks. Jia Xu also thought so, but just laughed it off.

Wen Chou and Zhao Yun fought fiercely for forty or fifty times, it was the chess opponent who met the good talent, and couldn't help shouting, and looked back sharply, but saw that the guards around him were becoming more and more sparse, and the state army was becoming more and more dense, and his heart was shocked, and the knife technique was chaotic. Zhao Yun really saw it, a shot was as tight as a shot, and he was close to Wen Chou.

Wen Chou couldn't kill after a few rushes, and he couldn't help but be angry in annoyance, and shouted like thunder: "Zhao Yun thief, Hugh is too deceitful!" His eyes were cracked, and a shot stretched out in front of his throat did not dodge, and the big knife danced a wild flower and rolled towards Zhao Yun's lower abdomen.

Zhao Yun was frightened, turned around in a hurry, picked up the tip of the gun, stuck to the tip of Wen Chou's ear, brought up a piece of flesh and blood, had already cut off half of his ear, and took over the blade of Wen Chou, and went to the ground, not slowly, but let Wen Chou's big knife pass over his chest, "Bang", the fierce wind cut a light mark on the heavy armor, endlessly, a few light tremors, and finally, a long hole was cracked.

only made a mistake, but Wen Chou had already taken advantage of the situation to escape, and he didn't care about the damage to his ears, and retreated more than a dozen steps away with a few light jumps, shouting left and right: "Go!" ”

Zhao Yun didn't realize that Wen Chou didn't use the tactics of defeating both sides, although he didn't succeed in the end, he was also scared into a cold sweat, and was about to pull out his horse to chase after him, but he heard an exclamation behind him: "Is Zilong okay?" ”

When I looked back, it was the lord Liu Bei, who was staring nervously at the broken armor on his chest, and couldn't help but be surprised, hurriedly bowed, and stepped forward to admonish: "The lord has a golden body, how can you be in danger, please come back quickly!" ”

Liu Bei let out a long sigh of relief, and stopped not caring about it: "Tianxingzi Long is fine!" ”

But he also woke up Zhao Yun was admonishing himself, and laughed and said: "Zilong, don't worry, these two swords can still protect yourself!" As he spoke, he shook the double-strand sword in his hand, and the sword body was dripping with blood, but he didn't know how much blood he had drunk in these few breaths.

Zhao Yun was helpless, put away the silver gun and tightly protected Liu Bei's side, and did not chase after Wen Chou.

Liu Bei saw that he was concerned about his own safety, and laughed: "Although Wen Chou is brave, he is not enough to be a blow to Zilong. This defeat was enough to frustrate his spirit, and Zilong let him go, so as not to provoke the fight of the trapped beasts and increase the casualties. Yuan's army is already a defeated general and a discouraged army, so there is no need to worry! ”

"Yes." Knowing that the lord was comforting himself, in fact, if he forcibly pursued, with the courage of Wen Chou, he provoked the fight of the trapped beast Zhao Yun thought to himself that he might not take advantage, Zhao Yun was moved in his heart, and responded in a low voice, followed closely behind Liu Bei, and did not mention the pursuit.

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Nonsense: A friend said earlier that Liu Feng can't seem to call himself "lonely", hehe, it's actually a misunderstanding. In the Han Dynasty, all those who were feudal marquis were qualified to call themselves "lonely", such as Guan Yu Zhang Fei and Zhuge Liang after the marquis, they could call themselves "lonely". Of course, they will not call themselves like this in ordinary personal situations, and they naturally do not dare to call themselves "lonely" in the face of their superiors, the emperor, but when facing their subordinates, it is no problem to call themselves "lonely". What Liu Feng said, he is also a county marquis, and there is no problem with his subordinates calling themselves "lonely" to the enemy.