The wind is bleak, and the earth is reckless.

A snowflake fell from the sky and landed on Ma Yue's face, turning into a piece of coldness. Ma Yue tightened the steel knife in his hand, and the cold texture came from his fingertips, making him conscious.

At the end of the wilderness, there was a faint black line wriggling.

Is it finally coming? The corners of Ma Yue's mouth floated with a faint calmness, and finally tightened his belt, and removed the wooden round shield with the missing corner on his back and put it on his right forearm.

The sound of weapons unsheathed, wheezing, and metal striking rang out, and countless people like Ma Yue began their final preparations before the battle, and the fierce cold wind blew their turbans, forming a tumbling yellow rag.

That's right, they're yellow turbans! Ma Yue was one of them, and was just an ordinary sword and shield bearer.

Ma Yue didn't know how he got here.

A month ago, in November 2007, he woke up in a sleeper on his way to Tibet on a train trip to Tibetan Province and found himself in this goddamn complete stranger world. Later, Ma Yue learned that he had crossed over and returned to the most chaotic and turbulent era in ancient Chinese history - the era of the Yellow Turban Uprising at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

This year was the first year of Zhongping, 184 AD.

This is the prelude to the rise of the heroes, and it is also the beginning of the catastrophe.

After a few days of outlaw life, Ma Yue sadly discovered that it is impossible to survive in this troubled world by relying on his own strength, and a gang of thieves is enough to kill you! This is the era of cannibalism, and your only chance to survive is to take up arms and kill, and only by doing so can you live.

Ma Yue originally wanted to join the official army, after all, the Yellow Turban Uprising would soon fail, and he didn't want to give Zhang Jiao's old way a funeral.

But when he joined the army, he was almost killed by the greedy and brutal generals as a yellow turban thief to receive a reward, fortunately, a guy named Liu Pi received a yellow turban thief and happened to save him, so Ma Yue naturally became Liu Bi's subordinate, became a miscellaneous soldier, and then changed from a miscellaneous soldier to a sword and shield hand because of his military exploits.

In the past month or so, Ma Yue has lost count of how many battles he has participated in, and in the series of fierce battles, he has also quickly grown into a cold-blooded butcher, and in more than a month, there have been more than a dozen officers and soldiers who have died under Ma Yue's knife.

The faint black line on the horizon grew thicker, and a long, loud trumpet sounded in front of me, as if it were from another world.

The Yellow Turban Thieves were silent, and in the whining cold wind, Ma Yue heard a slight chatter of teeth.

Ma Yue turned his head and looked at the young man beside him softly, the young man was only sixteen years old, his face was still childish, he was holding a wooden stick with sharpened ends in his hand, and his hands holding the stick were trembling slightly.

Ma Yue stretched out his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and said indifferently: "Don't be afraid, it will pass soon." ”

The young man's surname is Chen Mingkang, because he is less than 20 years old, so he has not yet expressed his words, he is one of the reasons why Ma Yue is still in Liu Bijun, if it were not for Chen Kang, if it wasn't for Liu Bizeng who saved his life, Ma Yue would have found another way out. The Yellow Turban Uprising will definitely fail in the end, and Liu Bi is even more of a straw bag, and following him can only be a dead end.

But for Chen Kang, in order to repay Liu Bi, Ma Yue stayed, Chen Gan's father Chen Xu, like Liu Pi, also saved his life on the battlefield!

That was Ma Yue's first time on the battlefield, and in the face of the officers and soldiers who rushed over like tigers and wolves, Ma Yue's mind was blank, and he didn't know what to do? A fierce officer stared at him, and rushed to him like a ghost, the steel knife in his hand raised in the air, and a trace of the residual sun shone on the snowy blade, and the dazzling reflection confused Ma Yue's eyes.

Ma Yue watched as the dazzling snow slashed out of the air, and the whole person seemed to be petrified, unable to dodge or block.

At the critical moment, a heavy machete was put on Ma Yue's shoulder, and the violent sound of gold and iron shattered Ma Yue's eardrums, and also awakened the primitive wild surname in Ma Yue's heart, he opened his mouth wide, roared bitterly, and the bamboo sword in his hand stabbed out viciously, stabbing into the belly of the officer.

Ma Yue will never forget the feeling of that sword stabbing into it, just like when he was a child, he pierced a radish with a bamboo stick.

It was Chen Xu who saved Ma Yue's life, and in order to save Ma Yue, Chen Xu paid a heavy price, that is, his life! As he swung his sword to free Ma Yue, a wicked spear pierced his chest, and when the tip of the blood-dripping spear passed through Chen Xu's chest, he had completed the final ascension of a warrior.

"Take care of my son, Chen Dang still has ...... Chen Le. ”

Before dying of anger, Chen Xu only left one sentence.

Ma Yue is a righteous person, he picked up Chen Xu's steel knife, and also shouldered the will he gave him, for the sake of Chen Dang and Chen Le, he decided to stay and continue to stay in the Yellow Turban Army.

If a person has no faith, he will not stand, so what does it matter if he loses his surname for the sake of his friends? At that moment, Ma Yue felt that he had truly become an ancient knight, because he had already achieved the goal of treating his surname as a mustard.

Ma Yue looked ahead, standing under a tattered flag.

Liu Bi stood at the forefront of the army formation, his chest was burning with pride, in a month, only one month, his subordinates have grown from more than 100 people at the beginning to more than 5,000 people now! 5000 people is a concept? According to the establishment of the Han army, this is a whole battalion of troops.

At this rate, in less than a year, he will be able to pull up a million-strong division that will sweep the world!

The black line on the horizon grew thicker and thicker, and it squirmed faster and faster.

In the suffocating wait, Ma Yue felt that time and space had become eternal at this moment, with faint thunder coming from the sky, and the earth under his feet trembling gently.

Ma Yue's face changed, Liu Bi's face changed, and the faces of all the veterans of the Yellow Turban Thieves changed.

That's a cavalry, a huge cavalry!

It's close, it's finally close, when Ma Yue saw the fierce flag waving in the wind, his heart, which had become indifferent because of the repeated fierce battles, beat a little bit angrily, because on the flag, there was a "Dong" word embroidered with Douda. Xiliang Dong Zhuo, that's a devil, a jackal.

……

Dong Zhuo raised his sword high, rode his horse and galloped wildly, and a thousand Xiliang iron horsemen followed him closely behind, and the huge cavalry array seemed to be from the dark waves of hell, wrapped in the power of crushing everything, like the sky falling apart, like the waves crashing on the shore, and swept towards the Yellow Turban thief army in front.

The earth under his feet receded like a tide, and there was only the roar of thousands of healthy horses knocking on the earth at the same time, and the whole world was trembling and trembling. Fierce pride burned in Dong Zhuo's chest, burning his eyes.

"Kill!"

Dong Zhuo roared, the sword in his hand slashed down, and at the same time, he flicked his horse's head and drove diagonally to the side of the riding formation.

"Kill!"

A thousand Xiliang athletes responded violently, the sound was like thunder, thousands of iron hooves stirred up the snow in the sky, like a rolling iron stream instantly crossed Dong Zhuo and continued to sprint forward, the front row of cavalry pressed down the spears that pointed straight into the void, and hundreds of sharp spears pierced the cold wind, forming a suffocating forest of death.

The last few rows of cavalry raised their swords above the top, and the gray glow of the sky faded from the gray.

……

The yellow turban thief's military formation began to stir, the soldiers standing in the front row began to look around in horror, and the timid ones had begun to retreat, Liu Pi rode his horse back and forth in front of the formation, shouting loudly, trying to control the decline, but his efforts were in vain, more people began to retreat, and the soldiers who could stick to their positions were becoming fewer and fewer.

Ma Yue sighed in despair, the Yellow Turban Thief is the Yellow Turban Thief, even if he fights a hundred battles and ten thousand battles, he is still a Yellow Turban Thief, and he will never become an official soldier! On the open plain, when the infantry encounters the cavalry, only by lining up in a dense formation and fighting to the death can there be a glimmer of life, and turning around and fleeing can only be self-defeating, and two legs can never be faster than four legs.

Under the strong pressure of the cavalry formation of the official army, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army quickly faded because of the successive elimination of several small groups of officers and troops, and Liu Pi finally gave up after killing several retreating soldiers in a row to no avail, and turned around to join the fleeing army. In the final analysis, Liu Bi is not a very courageous person.

The defeat was like a mountain.

Ma Yue knew that the stubborn resistance of one person was not enough to turn the tide of the entire battlefield, and he had no choice but to flee with the rout. Although he knew that he would inevitably be slaughtered if he fled, if he stayed where he was, he could only die faster. The only thing to be thankful for is that this time the sword and shield man and the miscellaneous soldiers were ranked last, so now, he fled the fastest.

Xiliang Tiecai rode into the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and the sharp spear pierced the body of the Yellow Turban Thief like a straw, and the bloody slaughter began!

Ma Yue held Chen Kang's hand tightly, and ran forward lifelessly, he didn't dare to stop or look back, the continuous screams came from behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that the "robe" in the past was being brutally slaughtered. Ma Yue was very sympathetic to them and willing to save them, but he couldn't do anything because he was just a sword and shield bearer.

"Uhh......h

A long scream suddenly sounded behind him, and it was so close at hand. Obviously, the officers and troops have caught up! Ma Yue sighed, knowing that the possibility of escaping for his life was not much, he stretched out his hand and pushed hard behind Chen Dang's back, and then turned around with the knife, as far as his eyes could see, a cold light had already shone on his neck and cut it.

"Wow~~"

Ma Yue let out a wolf howl and swung his knife to block it. The two knives collided together without any tricks, and in the violent sound of gold and iron, Ma Yue opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of blood arrows, and his bulky body had already floated up like a kite, tumbling in the air and falling backwards. Ma Yue felt that his entire chest cavity had been squeezed into a thin layer, and it was difficult to breathe.

It's such a strong force, even if you try your best, you still can't block a knife?

The cavalry of Naxi Liang knocked Ma Yuelian with a knife and flew away, and the healthy horse under the crotch immediately stood up, raised his head and let out a long hiss, and the two front hooves kicked twice in the air, and then trampled down according to Ma Yue's face. Ma Yue's soul is all gone, if he is trampled on this time, his head is afraid that it will shatter like a watermelon.

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