Chapter 1 Why the Han people are embarrassed by the Han people
Thousands of troops and horses, banners cover the sky, swords and swords, shouting and killing the sky.
Cao Xing was wearing a dirty sand hub Zen robe that could not see its true color, and the leather armor he wore on the outside had no less than ten patches, and his face was oily and dirty, and his body exuded a sour smell.
The only thing that can be seen is that he has a good strong bow in his hand.
At this time, Cao Xing's eyes widened like copper bells, and he looked at the city in shock.
I saw an ant-like dense army, dressed in tattered Hanfu, with long hair, a yellow scarf wrapped around his head, ragged clothes, and holding hoes, rakes, sickles, and even wooden sticks and stones.
All of them are yellow and thin, and if you look closely, you can also find that these people have a strange madness in their eyes.
"...... this?" Cao Xing's mouth was open enough to stuff an apple, and his dull eyes scanned back and forth, cramped and uneasy, like a nightmare, not the words of this era:
"Isn't it just to tease the girl from a good family, rub the oil and add to the ...... Is it worth that? ”
"Oh my God! I won't pretend to be ...... next time" as if making a huge parting, Cao Xing, who looked sad and indignant, and looked extremely painful, said this, and regardless of the puzzled eyes of the people next to him, he changed his way in a numb manner: "Isn't it okay for me to pretend to be less forced?" ”
"Whew~"
As soon as the words fell, a feather arrow gave him an answer, and it flew past Cao Xing's ears, and the ears scraped by the whistling sound hurt.
Perhaps stimulated by the danger in the face of danger, Cao Xing seemed to be a different person, and his body reflexively pulled out a white feather arrow from the quiver on his back.
The index finger and middle finger of the right hand pressed the thumb, using the bony wrench on the thumb to hook the string, and the shaft of the arrow was placed on the right side of the bow, with a serious face, eyes slightly narrowed, and the hand loosened.
"Whoosh~"
The white feather arrow flew out, and a man with a yellow turban wearing half-worn leather armor in the middle of the city with a Orion soft bow in his hand was a rare man's throat.
The yellow turban man clutched his neck tightly with his hands, gurgling in his throat, and slowly fell to the ground.
"Jun Sima! Jun Sima! ”
Cao Xing's understatement of an arrow attracted the besieging army with yellow scarves on their heads, and they exclaimed, and their morale was greatly reduced.
"What's the situation?"
Seeing the yellow turban man in the city twitching on the ground, Cao Xing's face was confused, and he was speechless, he had never killed a chicken, but now he killed people smoothly.
What made Cao Xing even more shocked was that his psychological resistance to killing was equated with nothing, and his body revealed an inexplicable excitement.
"Cao Tun is mighty!"
A tall and thin man interrupted Cao Xing's thoughts by shouting loudly, and dozens of people next to him followed and shouted might.
Looking at the adoring eyes beside him, listening to the mighty shouts, and the wails of the city crying "Jun Sima", Cao Xing's crampedness and discomfort slowly let go, and a sense of pride began to permeate.
At this moment, suddenly, the head of Cao Tun, who had just looked YY, staggered, his feet trembled, his head was held in his hands, his face was hideously twisted into a ball, and he roared silently, looking extremely painful.
The tall and thin man hurriedly stepped forward to support him who was in a posture, and shouted: "Ah sex! Ah sex!! ”
After a while, Cao Xing Cao Datun grew, and his complexion began to improve slightly.
"The ant thieves are attacking!"
I don't know who exclaimed, and the city was in a panic, followed by shouting, and the military attaches hurriedly controlled the scene.
A simple long ladder was set up on the city wall in front of him, and the situation was urgent, and the tall and thin man hurriedly shook Cao Xuan vigorously, and kept shouting in a hurry.
A man in a yellow turban jumped on the city, brandished the sickle in his hand, and shouted excitedly: "Haha! Ge Laozi! I'm the first to go! I'm the first to go! Upgrade three levels in a row! The whole family is well fed! ”
Will be the soul of the soldier, the soldier next to him looked helplessly at the still unconscious Tunchang Cao Xing, and suddenly at a loss, they were all farmers who had just picked up arms, when had they seen such a scene.
Dozens of soldiers, with spears, swords, and uniforms, were frightened by a yellow scarf wielding a sickle and wearing tattered linen clothes.
Following this opening, one by one the thin yellow turban men climbed up to the top of the city, the soldiers were even more frightened, and retreated again and again, and the first yellow turban man to climb the head of the city looked at Cao Xing, who was wearing military attache clothes and leather armor, and rushed forward with a crazy shout:
"Kill the dog officer! The world is peaceful! ”
The sharpened scythe carried a cold and cold light, and with the blessing of the strength of the yellow turban man, it quickly approached Cao Xing's throat.
At the critical juncture, Cao Xing, who came to his senses, grabbed the long sword at his waist with his right hand, and was just about to give the other party a fatal blow.
But he was pushed to the ground by a tall thin man, and he had no defense against him, and he happily came to gnaw on the mud.
"Wang Badan! Cao Lu pole! You're going to ...... pit," Cao Xuan roared angrily, calling the other party by his nickname.
The words that didn't belong to this era were all spoken, and before he could finish roaring, a hot pillar of blood splashed him in the face.
Cao Xing's heart suddenly twitched, his eyes were bloodshot, and his complaints about Cao Luzhuan were gone, and the memories of the headache just now, the fragments about it were like a monstrous flood, filling Cao Xing's brain, and a wave of heartache, despair, and anger arose.
"Qiang~"
Cao Xuan pursed his lips and remained silent, with a wave of his right hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and the struggle was a slash, a sword slashed the head of the sickle man, flew and kicked a yellow turban man.
The man did not say a word, and the long sword in his hand expressed his meaning to the fullest.
The long sword swung like lightning, stabbing, teasing, splitting, chopping, collapsing, latticing, washing, intercepting, stirring, pressing, hanging, cloud and other sword styles, using them in a row, but in the blink of an eye, he slashed seven people in a row.
The few yellow turbans left at the head of the city hurriedly retreated in fright.
Looking at these farmers and homeless people, they were as thin as bamboo, their hungry steps were vain, and their panicked and frightened expressions now made them look extremely pitiful.
looked at the Yellow Turban, who was also dressed in the same costume, but almost took his own life and let his cousin and best friend Cao Luzhuan fall in a pool of blood.
"Why do the Han people bother the Han people!"
Cao Xing's expression roared in pain, but reason could not suppress the anger of his body at all.
At this time, a tall and stout man in leather armor with a fleshy face climbed to the top of the city, kicked over a companion next to him, his face was tense, his muscles were bruised, and his already hideous face was like a hellish ghost, and he was angry like thunder: "Straight thief!" What are you doing? ”
After roaring, regardless of the deaf bystanders who were shocked by it, he brandished a long axe, like a split, and gave Cao Xing's subordinate an axe or two sections, and the backhand was another axe, and he fell down again.
The Yellow Turban General who was about to kill three times in a row just came to a try, but the plan failed, and Cao Xing's long sword and the pole of the long axe collided together.
A huge force came, making the Yellow Turban General, who already had the advantage of a powerful weapon, numb in his mouth, and took a few steps back with his feet before unloading his strength.