Zhang Fei scratched his head, he didn't understand Liu Bei's words very well, and opened his throat and shouted: "Big brother, come on, if we can capture Wancheng this time, we can also be regarded as making a contribution." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Big brother, Zhang Jiaoyu Demon Law, we can't watch them die." Guan Yu said angrily, "You must not see death without help." ”

"Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good, and in the face of divine weapons, witchcraft is just a toy in the hands of children."

Liu Bei's heart was excited, let me be the last savior who turned the tide.

Thinking of this, his heart blossomed, he has always believed that he will not be an ordinary person, but he just sold straw sandals and spent 30 years of his life on a mat.

Fortunately, ambition is not in the old age!

There are hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves, and such a mixed army can be roughly divided into three types of combat power.

The largest number of people are ordinary believers of Taiping Taoism, most of whom are composed of peasants, rogues, and bandits, and their combat power is mediocre.

And the private soldiers of the various commanders, such as Zhang Bao's Sacred Yellow Turban Fighters, are the more elite ones, and the last category is some Yellow Turban Dead Soldiers who have been poisoned by the Yellow Turbans and can only live for the Yellow Turbans in this life!

They are all death squads who have been brainwashed for a long time and specialize in dealing with all kinds of difficult situations!

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army that followed closely behind also gradually surrounded and converged with it.

The Art of War: "Ten rules surround it, and double it will attack it!" ”

The Yellow Turban Troops were already in an advantageous state at this time, and the Yellow Turban Legion that was firmly defended in Wancheng naturally opened the city gate and prepared to completely annex Zhu Jun's army in front of them after seeing that someone was rescued.

Zhang Bao saw that the other party's flag was "Zhu", and it didn't matter if he was a general, as long as he could be a general who led the troops, he would definitely enhance the confidence of the Yellow Turban Army.

The fly in the ointment is that the Yellow Turbans are nothing more than illiterate peasants, and their disorganized fighting methods have paid a lot of casualties.

Although the killing of a soldier of the Wang Division would have accompanied the burial of three or four Yellow Turban believers, the number of Yellow Turban soldiers could not be stopped from crossing the border like locusts!

Respite, the Yellow Turban army relied on the numerical advantage and had already surrounded Zhu Jun's army.

Under the leadership of some Yellow Turban captains, everyone began to roar angrily: "The general has a life, whether he lives or dies, the person who takes Zhu Jun's head will be rewarded with 10,000 gold and made a marquis." ”

Zhu Jun snorted coldly and pulled out the ring head knife, but Sun Jian said in a deep voice: "General, the last general is not talented, he was originally a pioneer, and he swore to kill Zhang Bao to repay the emperor's kindness." ”

After obtaining Zhu Jun's permission, Sun Jian led the elite rebel army to charge into battle.

At the same time, after Liu Bei saw that the Yellow Turban Army had completely fallen into the tactics of the sea of people, he pulled out his double swords and said loudly: "Brothers, rush!" ”

The eyes in Liu Bei's hands shone with dazzling brilliance, and he slashed at the Yellow Turban soldiers with lightning speed.

In an instant, a sheet of Yellow Turban soldiers fell.

The double swords in Liu Bei's hands have a great background, and it is said that when Liu Bei was ten years old, he saw an old man who described him as withered.

Liu Bei took pity on the old man for his hardships all the way, and specially gave him a pair of straw sandals.

"Little baby, why did you give me straw sandals?" The old man looked at Liu Bei and said softly.

Liu Bei touched his chin and said without thinking, "Because I think you need it." ”

"Well, okay, little doll, I'll give you something too."

As he spoke, the old man handed Liu Bei two long swords.

The moment Liu Bei took over the double swords, his eyes burst out with dazzling light, and at the same time, a glow poured from the sky, surrounding Liu Bei.

In an instant, the erhu, bamboo flute, trumpet, and dulcimer played together, and the music was tactful and frustrating.

Suddenly, such a formation came, which made Xiao Liu Bei's legs weak, and he knelt down with a "flutter-" sound.

"Grandpa, is this a fairy?" Liu Bei's eyes widened, and he looked at what was happening at the scene in amazement, looking so incredible.

If it is not a god, it is a ghost, because only the sound is heard in the ears, but no figure can be seen.

Then there was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the thunder was bursting, and the moment the roar came out, it was in this world that a burst of bells and drums rang out in unison.

"Liu Bei, this is a sword of human strength, now that the thing has returned to its original owner, I just hope that you will not live up to your bloodline."

Let's say, I saw a white light flying over, Liu Bei held it in his hand, and a cold meaning came, and at the same time, the "White Dragon Town Kyushu Sword Technique" sounded in his ears.

The world is about to rise, the common people are suffering, and there is only one piece of sincere blood, which leads to the unity of Kyushu, and the vast land is broken with a sword, where is the prosperity of the sheng song falls. Leaning on the clouds to hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

For the common people in the world, the pursuit of hoeing the strong and helping the weak began with the pursuit of the world's people, and also from the desire of the people in the world to break free from suffering.

Liu Bei, this time you are just like the engine of the future, the torch of illumination, your fate is about to become noble and far-reaching, and you will not hesitate to make any sacrifices.

Even if the future is bleak, even if there is only a little firefly, it is enough to comfort the common people.

Thinking of the common people in the world, with the sufferings of the common people in mind, entering the Yan and the Son of Heaven to argue right and wrong, and discerning with the minister.

Where the Tao is, death and life are born.

The life and death of a person is already in the destiny of heaven, but some are heavier than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than the feathers. What is the humiliation, the gain, the loss, the humiliation.

"The sword dances into the dust,

Kyushu is in turmoil,

Only virtue and talent serve Yao Tang,

Eventually, the world will return to a big dream.

The sound of the golden bell still sounded, and the sound of the drums still reverberate, and as the light gradually dimmed, the sound of the bells and drums gradually stopped until it was completely calm.

"Come, come, come, look at my eyes, Liu Bei, you have been stained with the dust of the world for a long time, and you have long lost your original clarity and exquisiteness, and now I will return your exquisiteness to you, remember, don't let down the blood flowing in your heart!"

Liu Bei didn't know what the old man was talking about, but looking at his face that had been through vicissitudes, it was the time carved by the ruthless years, and suddenly, he remembered his grandfather.

Liu Bei's grandfather was called Liu Xiong, and his father was called Liu Hong. Liu Bei lost his father when he was young, and he and his mother lived by selling shoes and weaving mats.

When I was a child, the family conditions were not good, but the family was happy, and did not feel the injustice of fate, regardless of the ups and downs outside, the home was always warm like spring, and no matter how many setbacks and tribulations were carried together.

It was on that moonlit and starry night, after a day's work, Liu Bei and his grandfather Liu Xiong sat together under a mulberry tree in front of the house to enjoy the coolness, and the mulberries on the mulberry tree were the best food in their childhood.