"I'm afraid that Lu Bu, who fought Sanying in the novel, is nothing more than that~!"

With the passage of time, at this moment, the Han army at the head of the city was left with only the still tireless Han general desperately slashing and killing, that heroic posture and that unparalleled combat power, which really made Han Yuan feel a sigh of emotion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But then after thinking about it, Han Yuan was indifferent again, that Han general was surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army, but he was afraid that he would not be able to escape, which also showed that he was destined to be just a nobody in the late Han Dynasty.

He's like this, not to mention Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian, who is the world's most powerful in battle? I'm afraid that with a wave of Fang Tian's halberd, there will be dead corpses at the end of the field of vision~

Thinking of this, Han Yuan's heart was cold and worried, in the late Han Dynasty with such different abilities, no matter how well he knew history, he was afraid that it would be useless~

Han Yuan, who wanted to urgently find a self-positioning, seemed to be happy after realizing this different Han Dynasty.

"Brother Yuanzi, let's go!"

Li San'er didn't know where he had just pulled two pieces of cloth and wrapped the wounds on his arms and back, at this moment, he was staring at the Han general with a pair of red eyes, exuding a light called eagerness.

"Up?"

Looking at the Han general who shot out and knocked down three or four yellow turban soldiers in an instant, Han Yuan hurriedly grabbed Li San'er, a small soldier, for fear that he would impulsively become a soldier who was a sacrificial knife under the big boss of others.

"Brother Yuanzi, our brother is from a bad background, this is our only chance, only by killing him, can we become stronger and become a master!"

Seeing Han Yuan holding him, Li San looked at Han Yuan puzzled and asked.

He knew that this big brother's brain was spinning fast, and he must have a different opinion when he pulled himself.

"Huh?"

Li San's doubts made Han Yuan think of the battlefield common sense popularized by Deng He, the commander of Deng He, when they were holding a conference a few days ago, in order to inspire everyone to fight.

"Believers in the Yellow Sky, the way of heaven is clear, the earth is brilliant, my yellow scarf is on the way of heaven, and the people of Li are enlightened, whoever has made a gain on the battlefield will definitely be rewarded by the yellow sky, believers, use the swords and guns in your hands to go to those damned corrupt officials and corrupt officials, rich and wealthy gentry to ask for a better future for you!"

Deng He said so, this is the official's words, after some understanding, Han Yuan is very sure that as long as this world kills people on the battlefield, he can seize part of the qi of the people he kills to strengthen himself, this is called - blood qi!

When Han Yuan remembered Deng He's words, the thought in his heart that was originally ready to escape gradually faded, not seeking respect from tens of thousands of people, but seeking a life of worry-free sorrow. Since this is the case, it is necessary to rise in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, so that you can ask for a trace of freedom.

"It seems that I have to seek some wealth in this danger~!?" Han Yuan, whose eyes gradually calmed down, was surging like waves in his cowardly heart, since he had come to the end of the Han Dynasty, he couldn't just die on the battlefield silently, and made a nameless fertilizer for the land of this big man!

The delusional thought of hiding and the desire to fight for a fortune were burning in his mind at the moment.

"It's done!"

Han Yuan, who hesitated for a while, finally gritted his teeth and strengthened his belief.

Think about those settings in the game in the previous life, the experience of killing small soldiers is only increased a little, but the boss can be upgraded several levels in a row by killing a boss, this deal is worth it! Even if you put aside the so-called battlefield blood, just that round human head is enough to make yourself seek a small head in the Yellow Turban Army, and your life can at least be improved a little.

Then the question arises again, on the battlefield where it is obviously impossible to fight hard, how can I take off the head of that heroic and extraordinary Han general?

At this moment, Han Yuan, who was like a gambler who had pressed all his net worth, stared at the Han general who had been stabbed a few times, but was still desperately slashing the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Although as time passed, the movement of the Han general wielding the spear in his hand slowly slowed down, but it was still under the simple poke, point, pick, and chop of the spear, constantly taking away the life of the Yellow Turban soldier, everyone knew that he couldn't hold on, but who was sure that he could be the lucky one to make up for the last knife.

So everyone is gambling and using their lives to make a big future.

"Huh?"

staring at the only Han general who was still fighting at the head of the city, Han Yuan found that under his gaze, there seemed to be a faint red line looming on the Han general's body.

"What is this?"

After blinking, the red line disappeared, and then stared intently at the Han general, and the red line quietly appeared again, this phenomenon made Han Yuan hesitate.

The red line appeared on the left side of the neck of the Han general, and the length was only two or three inches, but no matter how Han Yuan looked at it, he felt that the red line seemed to be similar to the artifact in his hand, that is, the blade of the big pickaxe, and this discovery made Han Yuan hesitate.

Since this Eastern Han Dynasty is so magical, I can see something else that seems to be said in the past, but is that red line really the weakness of the general?

Flicking the pickaxe in his hand, Han Yuan slowly touched the general's back in the crowd.

"I'll go."

Han Yuan, who was only five or six steps away from the general, let a yellow turban soldier who was pierced through the intestines by the general sprayed blood on his face, and at that moment, Han Yuan, who was still 'neatly dressed' on the battlefield, was dripping with blood all over his body in an instant, which made him seem to have the demeanor of a warrior.

For some reason, on such a tense battlefield, Han Yuan, who was still holding a pickaxe in his hand and ready to attack at any time, looked at the little soldier who was being provoked and beaten and spurting blood, but he thought of the legendary 'King of Kings, Piercing Intestines' who had not yet died after spurting three liters of blood.

Of course, this thought was only fleeting, but it made Han Yuan's nervous state of mind relax a little.

Tightening the artifact pickaxe in his hand, Han Yuan stared at the red line that moved with the Han general's movement, silently hiding in the crowd of yellow turban soldiers, waiting for the best opportunity to attack and kill.

At this moment, Han Yuan seemed to be a tiger that had been hungry for a long time and wanted to hunt, quietly waiting for a good opportunity to kill.

"This is the moment!"

At this time, the Han general just overturned a yellow turban soldier behind him, and then instantly fought hard with a yellow turban governor in front of him, and the two yellow turban chiefs fought hard, and they were in a situation when the old force had declined and the new force had not been born.

Han Yuan, who saw the opportunity, like a tiger, shook aside a yellow turban soldier in front of him and jumped towards the faint red line.

"Poof."

Although the pickaxe is not as powerful as the sword soldier, but it is cut into the flesh above the neck, I saw that the Han general, who was originally crumbling, was subconsciously hit on Han Yuan's chest with a left elbow after receiving Han Yuan's attack, and instantly made Han Yuan, who was still excited just now, faint in front of his eyes, and Han Yuan's last consciousness was fixed on the Han general who fell with him.

"Du Dubo, this man is going to die."

As soon as he saw that Han was about to fall to the ground under the sneak attack of an unknown yellow turban soldier, one of the two yellow turban chiefs who was facing the enemy stepped forward and touched the back of his neck, looking at Han Yuan's body with complicated eyes and said bitterly.

In the Yellow Turban Army that had just revolted, although there were all kinds of grievances, no one dared to grab the merits, because the great sages and good teachers were watching, and Huang Tian was watching!

This is the minimum discipline of a rebel army, and under this discipline, a governor who has already fought with the Han generals for three or four times, and the two chiefs are very dissatisfied with Han Yuan's KS, but no matter how dissatisfied he is, under the bright eyes of the surrounding people, he also has to truthfully report Han Yuan's exploits.

"Come on, bring our hero back to camp."

Du Dubo, who had complicated eyes, hesitated for a moment before shouting at the yellow scarves around him.