Chapter 8: Meng Dezhen Hero

"When the Lord is dead, don't hurry up and take him! Surrender or die! ”

Lei Gong let out a thunderous roar at the right time, shocking the Quartet, completely disrupted by Cao Xing's seven in and seven out, he didn't know where to flee, and the yellow scarf with headless flies had a direction.

Jingle, the sound of the weapon landing sounded, Huang Shao's face was dark, and his heart was like a knife.

Ten thousand against fifty! And it still failed!

"You all take up arms and counterattack! There are only a few people on the other side! ”

Flying and kicking at the Yellow Turban Army who put down his weapon next to him, Huang Shao, who was unwilling, let out a heart-rending roar and let out two words:

"Kill!"

After roaring, he raised his long knife, Huang Shao rode his horse to kill Cao Xuan and the others, but no one followed behind him, so it was not desolate.

Cao Xuan glanced at Huang Shao, who was like a lonely hero, and as if he hadn't heard it, he said openly to the thunder: "Raise the flag!" ”

The battle flag was unfurled, and the embroidered dragon with a red background was raised high by Lei Gong, fluttering in the wind, shining brightly, attracting everyone's attention.

Huang Shao, who was fighting alone, rushed to within 100 steps, understated, Cao Xing, who didn't take it to heart at all, raised the strong bow flat, wound the feather arrow, and flew out with an arrow, a hundred steps away, right in the middle of Huang Shao's turban, with a tuft of long hair.

The action is done in one go, and archery and killing the enemy are transformed into an art, noble and elegant! As graceful as a swan!

Huang Shao is also bloody, regardless of it, he doesn't stop.

More than fifty horsemen were like air for him who rushed to kill, and he didn't even bother to pose in a simple defensive posture, Wang Xiao even put his long sword into the sheath and moved his sore hands.

"I'm mad at me!"

Huang Shao, who was completely ignored and whose martial arts had reached the rank of second-rate generals, let out a roar of annoyance.

In response, two feathered arrows flew again, striking the long knife in his hand in succession.

The tiger's mouth cracked, the long knife fell, and a deep sense of frustration arose.

"Tie up!"

After speaking, Cao Xuan put away his strong bow, led the cavalry team, and was busy grabbing the prisoners.

One by one, the yellow scarves hung their heads, excluding the long queue, and the spectacular scene of more than 50 people escorting more than 1,000 people was shocked, which can be described as a great miracle.

The Yellow Turban Army, which blocked the enemy, fled, and the morale of the army was seriously frustrated.

The defensive array was hurriedly formed, but only a horse galloped over, and the other party raised his arrogant and immature head: "Bocai child!" My family, General Cao Xing, asked me to pass the word! Let you wash your neck and wait! ”

Keeping a stone's throw away, Wang Xiao walked along the Yellow Turban camp, and after shouting three times in a row, he laughed and rode away.

Looking at Yu Poison who had switched from Zuo Luanzhang eight beside him, Bo Cai's face turned pale: "This Cao Ziqi is the Cao sex in your mouth?" ”

Yu Poison's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's Cao Xing!" ”

At the head of the city, Huangfu Song was stunned, guessing this Cao Ziqi (too far away, I didn't hear Wang Xiao's voice), and finally agreed with Zhu Jun that it was Cao Cao, who was slightly famous, and was recruited from Dunqiu to be promoted to the rank of cavalry captain.

Huangfu Song also stroked his beard and remembered: "First the five-colored sticks beat the map, and then dozens of horsemen defeated thousands of times the enemy, Cao Mengde is really a hero!" ”

Zhu Jun waved his sleeves and wiped the blood and sweat on his face, and laughed arrogantly: "After defeating Bocai, you have to meet this kid well!" ”

Zuo Feng, whose heart has always been in his throat, watched Cao Xing kill a few times in and out of the Yellow Turban Army, showing his might, and now he is wearing the general flag he gave him, escorting a large group of Yellow Turbans to return victoriously, and he is even happier than winning the battle:

"General Cao! The real dragon will also! ”

After sighing, Zuo Feng, who was thin and thin, climbed hard to a dirt slope, stood on a high place, pulled out a gorgeous long sword with gems and gold wire handles that had been used as decoration at his waist, and held it high above the top:

"Soldiers! General Cao's million-strong army is seven in and seven out! Take the head of the enemy! Unbeatable! The real dragon will also! ”

"Dragon General! Dragon General! ”

Cao Yong, Wells, the injured veterans, the newly acquired more than 100 Cao Yizi, and everyone present all flushed and shouted in unison excitedly! Even looking at this eunuch Zuo Feng, who has always been disgusted in his heart, he has a better impression.

"Cao Lang! This sword is a treasure in the palace, made of meteorite by a famous craftsman! Plus my special scabbard! ”

As soon as Cao Xuan arrived, Zuo Feng handed the precious and gorgeous long sword in his hand to Cao Xing, and said in an affirmative tone:

"Swords for heroes! It's yours to break the army! ”

Cao Xuan took the broken army long sword, pulled out the gorgeous scabbard, revealing the dark and simple, patterned sword body, waved it a few times, and his eyes were full of love.

Remove the gold thread from the hilt of the broken army's sword, draw out his own saber, and put the broken army into his simple scabbard, and his scarred Han sword into a gorgeous scabbard studded with precious stones.

The Han sword, the gorgeous scabbard, and the gold wire, were handed to Zuo Feng together.

Zuo Feng looked at Cao Xing, took the Han sword, tied it around his waist, and let out a hearty laugh.

After burying the pot to cook, the air was filled with the smell of meat, and the stewed meat in the cauldron was moved out one by one, and Cao Xing's subordinates looked happy, and lined up in an orderly manner to start cooking.

"Haha! This horse meat killed in battle is still too ugly! The taste is not as good as mutton! Approaching the Yellow Turban captive, Wang Xiao deliberately said loudly.

"Yes! Since I switched to the official army ten days ago, I have eaten meat every day, or three meals a day, and I have gained at least ten pounds! The former yellow scarf Li Tunchang touched it, and could only say that his face was not thin, and replied loudly.

Wang Xiao, the former Yellow Turban Li Tunchang, the two sang and harmonized, and performed with exaggerated expressions, and the rest of the people around them who were not good at performing acted as group performers, nodding from time to time, or responding loudly.

often starved, plus the Yellow Turban captives who attacked the city every day for half a month, looked at the officers and soldiers who were full of food and oil, and the visual impact was bringing.

There are also quite acting skills, Wang Xiao and Li Huangjian, who perform double reeds, which bring an auditory impact.

Saliva flowed all over the ground.

Especially when I learned that among the other party, nearly half of the original Yellow Turban members did not know a single big character, and they were still digging in the field some time ago, and the simple farmers with limited wisdom were more and more relaxed in their hearts.

"I want to eat meat!" A young figure among the Yellow Turban captives stood up, staring at the meat in Wang Xiao's bowl and shouting loudly.

An elderly captive on the side hurriedly stood up, kicked him to the ground, and hurriedly shook his head to explain: "We don't eat meat!" We don't eat meat! ”

"Awen!" The young captive with a croaking stomach was in a hurry.

The older father stepped forward and kicked again: "What's so delicious about meat!" Don't eat! ”

"Haha!" Wang Xiao raised his head, let out an arrogant laugh, and led Li Huangscarf and dozens of cavalry subordinates to the father and son.

The father and son looked at Wang Xiao and the others who were rushing forward, and panicked, and the young captive secretly regretted it, but he didn't dare to speak.