If it is said that the two states are barren and war-torn places, then Liangzhou is the center of barrenness and war, there is no so-called people who are not happy, only in Liangzhou, both men and women, can be soldiers, twelve or thirteen-year-old children have been trained by their parents to kill.

Because the Xiongnu invaded the border from time to time, looted and killed, and had to be prepared to be killed at all times, and the best way was to kill the other party.

And Liangzhou and the Xiongnu have been fighting for seventy or eighty years, killing each other is an instinct, an instinct that has long been inherited from the bloodline, so Liangzhou and the Xiongnu basically do not leave prisoners for each other.

Usually it is bounded by a vertical whip, and not a single man above this height is left, and they are all killed and transported away as reserve food

In the Liangzhou Army, dried human breasts have been used as military food for many years, and Dong Zhuo, who lives in the history of Liangzhou Thorns, occasionally cooks beautiful concubines and eats with meritorious soldiers to show their appreciation.

In the end, the graceful white and tender beauty was only left with pale bones

The people of Xiliang, who advocate Buddhism, really have the realm of stinky skin in this matter.

A wild place, a gathering of beasts. It is probably the objective evaluation of Liangzhou in the Central Plains.

The vast snow, the vast wilderness, the vast green and the dark, the fierce sword wind

Adjacent to the barbarian land, there is naturally not much civilization, and such a realm, as far as the eye can see, is all rough.

The most delicate thing is the whiteness of the wrists of those mediocre-looking women in the Zhaoqi Restaurant.

The most exquisite is the rough temple, the yellow peace charm with a faint smell of incense to bless the safety of the expedition.

No matter what, you can't give birth to a man like the moon.

The long hair is like green ink satin, pressed by a Yonghua big fur, black and white.

The exposed palms and skin of the face are a transparent white skin, and if you look closely, you can see the delicate and delicate veins, like intricate tattooed veins.

The delicate body is like a water porcelain held in the palm of the palm by the heavens, and I am worried that it will be broken when I touch it.

But God gave this man a perfect face that was enough to beat the years, without any flaws, just like the white moonlight during the solar term of Bailu, and he couldn't see his real age, just like when he was a teenager.

Born to make the heart of a woman in the world willing to be broken.

However, no, in his thirty years of life, he has never been involved with any woman.

According to the secret records of the Han court, even the youngest sister of Emperor Ling has not yet married, and she is obsessed with staying in the lonely palace, and her green temples are full of silver threads.

Bai Qiu Shengxue was very good, so when he stepped into the humble wine house with few guests, Wang Sanya saw it at a glance.

Cramped, nervous, surprised? Maybe it's just the woman's simple regret that the cloth on her body is slightly dirty and doesn't get into his eyes.

I regret that I didn't comb my messy hair.

But he greeted him with the most humble smile: "Guo Gongzi ......"

The illiterate woman's words stopped there, and she was stupid. Although he occasionally came to buy wine and had several encounters, she couldn't say a complete sentence in the face of this son.

Guo Jia smiled softly, not caring about this woman's clumsiness.

Picked up a place to sit a little closer, and reached out and clicked on the seat opposite.

Wang Sanya's heart beat like a deer and sat down, only touching the edge of the chair, and secretly used her palm to cover the dirty black sleeve corners.

She knew that this boy was weak and did not drink.

Just chatted with some Liangzhou customs as before.

Talking and chuckling, it is all harmonious.

Wang Sanya smiled and told Guo Jia that her tavern had been doing very well in recent days, and there were always some Xiliang soldiers coming over, but they spoke very politely, which was different from what they had seen before......

Her life is not so hard......

Guo Jia smiled brightly when he heard this, he couldn't tell this little woman that Dong Zhuo drank the jar of wine he brought back every time......

The little woman who sold wine said one by one, Guo Jia smiled and listened, and time passed like this.

And when Guo Jia went out with a jar of wine, he stopped in front of the door of the wine house and said softly:

"Miss Sanya, I'm leaving Liangzhou...... It was a 100,000 urgent thing, but I still feel like I want to say goodbye to you.

Thank you for the wine and the stories these days.

I hope he will see him again if he is destined one day."

The woman who was gently sending Guo Jia away with her eyes turned indescribably gloomy when she heard the words, and her eyes were inexplicably red, but she didn't cry, and said softly to the back: "I wish Gongzi a safe journey......

In the long life, who is not a guest with whom.

Wang Sanya is still stupid after Guo Jia has been gone for a long time, not for anything else, but just worried about the wind and snow all the way, whether this kind-hearted son will not be able to stand it.

No matter what the appearance is, when the heart is really moving, which person's mind is not clean.

Sooner or later, this wine seller will do laundry for an ordinary man, and she will be buried in the light oil and salt days, and the person she is thinking about at this moment is leaving Liangzhou.

After all, Guo Jia can't allow Pang Tong to do bad things for him, so even if his body is extremely poor, he has to go through this experience, even with his self-cultivation, he was surprised and annoyed by the capriciousness of this fat man, after reading the volume of "Clan Cousin", Guo Jia immediately got up and hurried, because he was very sure that Pang Tong repented, he actually wanted to gather the power of Jing, Yi, and Youzhou to pull the mansion and prevent Dong Zhuo from staying in Luoyang.

Not surprisingly, there will be a great war in Youzhou.

But Dong Zhuo, who had been going for a few days, had already rushed half the way.

The big army is strong, and the flag is flying.

The black pressed the Xiliang soldiers who rode horses across the sword and wore beast furs with wine bags around their waists, and all the iron armor under the furs was iron, and the big horses hybridized by Liang and Hun were more than half a meter higher than ordinary Central Plains horses.

It's like a line of iron tide slowly eroding forward.

In the Chinese army array, the fat man who was like a hill weighed 350 catties with strong and hard flesh, and 810 catties with iron armor.

This is still when Dong Zhuo threw the four-hundred-pound giant armor in the mansion and didn't wear it.

But he could not ride a horse, and he lay comfortably on his side in a huge squeaky bronze chariot.

The hard and fierce facial features are even more terrifying when the mouth is tightly pursed

He has a dark complexion, a nose that faces the sky, and large ears.

Dong Zhuo is really ugly, but those stunning eyes and arrogance make people ignore his appearance. I have to admit that this man who is in charge of the authority of a brutal land like Liangzhou, like the emperor of a state, has his own majesty and charm from a certain angle.

And the little gray hair exposed in the gap of the head armor makes people sigh, even if they are heroes in a lifetime, there are days when they will see white in the twilight.

At this time, it was getting late, and in less than two hours, the Xiliang army was about to take a special person to guide the way. Thanks to the fact that the road is not particularly rugged, all the way to the plain, you can directly reach Liaodong County.

Otherwise, it will be a misery for these good horses.

Dong Zhuo's rough and dry hand slammed on the railing of the chariot, making a thumping sound.

The sound of snoring in his mouth is filled with wine.

The wine is very cold, and when it is poured on the hands, it hurts to feel the cold through the pores.

But when it enters the mouth, it instantly turns into fire, burning the whole throat painfully, and nine out of ten in the Han Dynasty are turbid wine, with a very low degree, at most thirty degrees. Slightly sweet, more like a drink.

To say that a jar is not drunk, it is not much of a hero.

But Dong Zhuo's pot is the strong liquor in the tent of the Hun King, which is hunted hard in winter to keep warm.

After a big pot of dryness, even a colorful tiger would be in a trance for a while, let alone Dong Zhuo.

His eyes were washed by a fierce sip of wine on the top of his head, and then turned into eight or nine points of pride and one or two points of urine.

Raising his hand, the general who beckoned the guard next to the chariot said:

"Gongsun Zhan's white horse guard is known as unparalleled in the cavalry,

Huaxiong, you take the same number of four thousand horsemen to fight a fight, and now set off,

Each person is equipped with three horses, and they are not afraid of the horses being tired to death, and they run wild day and night.

In two days you will be going to crash through his line, and there will be all the glory of the grain and grass, woman...... Take it as you like.

But don't come back if you lose, and don't go back if you don't kill enough people.

The person who lost me for no reason......"

The general, who carried a large knife and a piece of animal skin tied to his forehead, knelt down with the knife and licked his chapped and bloody lips:

"If the last general goes, who will defend the general...... you?"

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, if there is really any immortal figure who can take my good head under the escort of thousands of iron horsemen, it won't be in the way of you or not...... Are you afraid of losing? Afraid? ”

When Hua Xiong heard this, he turned his hand hard, and the tip of the knife spun out a not shallow pit in the cold and hard soil.

There was a crisp "bang", the sound of the long knife slapping on the ground.

Hua Xiong beat his chest with his other hand and knelt on the ground and roared roughly:

"Huaxiong is under the banner of a general, how could he ever lose,

Besides, I'm a Xiliang man,

As long as there is a general, there is no fear of defeat,

What is it to die......"

Dong Zhuo stretched out an arm as thick as an ordinary person's waist out of the car and patted Hua Xiong on the shoulder, he has always liked this top five henchmen in the Xiliang Army.

Because the burning in his throat has not yet faded, his voice is hoarse and weird

"Go, in Liangzhou, maybe I will be afraid that my wife and children will die tragically in exile.

But I'm about to get out of Liangzhou,

Then no one cares about me, I'm a good Liangzhou man......

Do whatever you want...... Take what you want.

Whoever doesn't allow it, let's kill it......"

I don't care about going from Liangzhou to the imperial capital, all the way through, all the ruins,

Hey...... If you can take Gongsun Zhan's head, I will reward you with ten of the emperor's concubines......

If you miss, it doesn't matter, ten white horse guards heads, in exchange for a thousand gold, how much can you take, you rely on your ability to ......"

Listening to Dong Zhuo's strong whisper in Liangzhou's accent,

Hua Xiong's eyes were hot and bloody and fanatical, he got up and ran to the front of the battle, raised his sword and waved the herald banner, and the jet-black steel torrent diverted out with four thousand horsemen.

Under his leadership, they rushed unstoppably to the northwest.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal ...... Hiss...... Bang ...... Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The sound of horses' hooves, the neighing of horses, the sound of soldiers charging.

Jin Ge Iron Horse. As the only banner of the Liangzhou army,

Hundreds of blood-red flags with Dong characters are flying wantonly, and no matter how wild the wind is, it will never be torn apart.

They were all killed, and the soft bones of the Central Plains states were even more devastated and devastated.

Dong Zhuo squinted his eyes at the faint moon in the sky, Liangzhou Yue was always as cold as a wolf's teeth.