In the third year of Jian'an, in addition to the state, the war was raging, the mourning was all over the wilderness, the people were not happy, the intrigue struggled, and the Tuzhou changed hands several times, and finally fell into Cao Cao's arms. Due to www.biquge.info the discord between Chen Deng's father and son, Lu Bu did not listen to Chen Gong's words and sent troops to attack Liu Bei, and was later attacked by Cao Cao. The army was defeated and fled into Xiapi, and Cao Cao led 50,000 male soldiers to attack Xiapi.

The sky is getting dark, and Xiapi in addition to the state looks a little lonely and desolate. Outside the city, five miles away, Cao Cao's military tent, the secret code, the sky is dark, you can't see the end at a glance, but it is a little terrifyingly quiet. Like a beast that smells blood, it shows its bloody fangs, waiting for its prey to appear.

Boom, boom... After the thunder, the rain poured down from the sky, accompanied by a raging wind, and angrily slapped on the walls of Xiapi. A few battlefields were scattered sporadically, and the lost face on his face was even more confused and decadent under the impact of the rain.

In the night, boom... The sound of thunder and rain was incessant, and sometimes it was accompanied by blinding lightning that scurried through the air like a silver snake. makes Xiapi City seem depressing and breathless.

In fact, although the city is not big, the city cannot be said to be untiring. But seeing that the city is more than two zhang high and more than two zhang thick, it is not advisable to storm it. And the city gate is three feet away, and the moat is about two zhang wide, and it surrounds the city from the east gate to the west gate. The north gate is close to the mountain, and it can be described as solid.

In the city of Xiapi, there are scattered military tents, and there is a small tent in it. At the tent door, the two pawns stood straight. Under the fierce wind, their cloaks grinned, but their faces were useless. With his back against the tent, his face outward, his eyes ahead, immobile in the wind and rain. What a pair of dutiful soldiers.

At this moment, Zhang Wenjie only felt: a splitting headache, like being hit by a heavy hammer, his chest was stuffy, his breath was unsmooth, his eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't open them. He had just had a nightmare. I dreamed that I returned to the Three Kingdoms to lead the army and thousands of horses, charging into battle. Suddenly, he shouted, "Where is Zhang Liao, running", and when he turned around, he saw a black charcoal like a burly man. Holding the big knife high, the fierce god pounced on him, and the knife slashed through the air in a strange arc and shot at the neck。。。。。

Ah, help me" Zhang Wenjie sat up in shock, sweating profusely.

"General", "General", but before meeting, the two were wearing hard battle armor, hanging cloaks, and helmets on their heads, dressed as ancient warriors.

"Oh, where is this", looking around, a large knife stood upright in the southeast corner, and under the faint candlelight, it emitted a dazzling light. There is a small case in front of him, on which there is a square book of Spring and Autumn Festival, next to which there are posters, ink treasures and other things. The tent is shabby.

"You are?" "General, I'm your general, Gao Jin. Did the general have nightmares? Is it good to wrestle during the day? ”

"General, drink saliva," another pawn handed over a bowl of water.

Cuckoo... Zhang Wenjie swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, suddenly opened his mouth and bit his arm, "Ahhh It seems to be true.