Chenliu, Qian County. (Here Peiguo County is replaced by Chen Liu, needed.) ）

"The imperial court's conscription order should have been sent to the counties and counties of each state, right?" Candle Shadow looked at Cao Cao and asked slowly.

"Yes." Cao Cao, who had finished wiping his feet, put the towel aside and put on his shoes and socks again.

"It's almost time to go back, and it is estimated that the order of the imperial court will come down in a few days." Cao Cao arrived.

He didn't expect to go back so quickly when he came out of Luoyang, or rather, he thought of it, so he wanted to give himself a vacation. But the fact is that under the influence of Candle Shadow, he decided to come to his hometown early to recruit soldiers. The Cao clan is a big clan here, not only can they quickly recruit village warriors, but they can also quickly organize an army with the family private soldiers as the structure, not to mention that there are also brothers in their own clan and the Xiahou brothers they have met, Cao Cao feels more sure. (The setting in me is that the Cao family and the Xiahou family are not related by blood.) ）

Candle Shadow smiled lightly and said, "Mengde, you also know what the situation is now, right?" For you, everything that follows can be predicted, and there should be no foolishness in your wisdom. ”

"Foolishness?" Cao Cao stood up and stomped lightly on the ground with both feet, looking like the boots on his feet were very suitable. After doing this, he turned around and faced the candle shadow where Shi Shiran was sitting, and said, "No, it's not a fool's idea. It's like it's predictable, it's conceivable, but what hasn't happened yet won't be certain after all. ”

"Could it be that you also believe in the nonsense of the traitorous and powerful ministers in the troubled times?" Cao Cao asked Candle Shadow funny.

"It's man-made. Only I, Cao Mengde, am alive, no matter how troubled the world is, I will do my own way. ”

He slowly walked to the window facing north, opened the closed window, and looked at the sky to the north. There, is where his ambition in Cao Mengde's life lies, the north, the north. Even if it was thousands of miles away from him, even if his eyes couldn't see it, as long as he closed his eyes, Cao Cao could imagine the sassy and heroic appearance of the original champion and the original Ban Dingyuan.

Yes, he Cao Cao wants a lot, an official position, a little money, and a lot of charming beauties, but undoubtedly what he wants most is to leave a name before and after his death. He wanted to leave a Dingbei city in the north, and he could leave the title of Dingbei Marquis.

Cao Cao smiled, took off the Qingyu sword hanging on the wall, and slowly pulled out Xu Cun's blade, as the blade moved out, a pair of complete and indifferent eyes were reflected on the blade. It was his eyes, but on the edge of the Green Sword, there was no emotion.

Everything is taken only in the sword.

"Big brother!" Cao Hong ran over from the door in a hurry, and when he arrived in front of Cao Cao, he was already slightly panting.

"Zilian, what's wrong with you? Why is it covered in blood? Cao Cao frowned and looked at Cao Hong, without half a bit of worry in his eyes. If he was injured, Cao Hong would never be so hot, of course, his cousin often belonged to the side that bullied others, not the side that was bullied. Cao Cao still believes in Cao Hong's force, after all, every time his cousin gets into trouble in the past, he Cao Mengde wipes his buttocks.

"Big brother, I'm fine, I just met a few sneaky people on the way, so I killed him casually." Cao Hong wiped the blood on his cheeks and said with a big grin.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Hong patted his head and said, "Big brother, Brother Ren asked me to come and tell you that there was a small stream of yellow turban thieves nearby, and he had already brought people over." ”

"Yes. I know, I can still trust Zixiao's ability. Cao Cao nodded, and continued: "It's been a trouble for your two brothers in the past few days, Chen Liufu is rich, there must be thieves coming over at the moment, but you can definitely solve it." In addition, the old mansion will be handed over to you here, so as not to disturb my father. ”

"Candle Shadow, let's go." Cao Cao nodded, walked out of the house after finishing his words, paused in front of the door, and continued as if intentionally and unintentionally: "This is just the beginning, it will not end, it will not end, it will not end far from the end." ”

At this moment, far away in Xiapi County.

Thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers confronted more than a thousand villagers, and at the forefront of these villagers stood a young man, holding a long knife in his hand, the tip of which was pointed obliquely at the ground, without any superfluous expression on his face, just staring faintly ahead. He didn't move, even in the face of the Yellow Turban Thief, who was many times larger than his own, he couldn't make him take half a step back, not even half a step.

As time passed, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the opposite side gradually couldn't hold their breath anymore, and everyone had a special expression on their faces. Or contempt? Or is it contempt? The young man couldn't see through the thoughts of these Yellow Turban soldiers, and he didn't want to guess, he only saw the angry roar of the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, and these thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers rushed towards him one after another.

He closed his eyes, and at this moment he actually closed his eyes, as if he knew that he was invincible, so he closed his eyes, so he gave up. It's just that he was listening, listening to the beating of his heart, listening to the pulse of his own blood, listening to the roar of those yellow turban thieves stepping on the ground because of the large number of people. He was listening, hearing the faint call of the long knife in his hand, hearing the blood rushing in the bodies of those yellow turban thieves, and hearing the sound of the long knife longing for bloodthirsty.

Windy.

So he cried out, "The wind is coming." ”

"Gale, gale!" Behind him, more than 1,000 villagers tapped the weapons in their hands and called out together.

"How many steps is the thief?" He asked, still with his eyes closed.

The villagers replied in unison: "Twenty steps to the thief!" ”

"Huh, huh, ......" As everyone's voices fell, some of the Yellow Turban soldiers on the opposite side had already drawn their bows and shot arrows at the young man.

"Bell, bell." The young man pulled the knife, and with the gentle swing of his arm, the long knife flowed, and the blade accurately blocked the arrows that were shot. His eyes were still closed, but he heard it.

The young man continued, "How many steps is the thief?" ”

"Ten steps to the thief! Thief to ten steps! The soldier shouted.

Some of the soldiers on the other side of the Yellow Turban Army had already shown a hideous smile, and the young man ten paces away was within reach, and in their eyes he was only a dead man. In the wave of thousands of them, whether he is false or really powerful, it is just an inevitable end of becoming a puddle of flesh.

"How many steps is the thief?" With his eyes closed, he asked for a third time. This time, he could no longer hear the sound of the wind in his ears, nor could he hear everyone's breathing, not even the sound of his own heart beating. All that was left in his ears was the roar, the sound of chaotic footsteps, and the sound of shouting and killing.

"Five steps! Five steps! Thief to five steps! The voices of the villagers were slightly urgent.

"Kill!" He opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a red light jumping in his eyes. As the body rushed out, a soldier of the Yellow Turban Army who had just stood in front of the young man with a cruel smile was split in half, and became the red reflected in the young man's eyes.

"Boom!" The villagers behind him also rushed forward with this killing, and collided with this group of Yellow Turban soldiers.

The two armies kept colliding and confronting, the sound of weapons clashing one after another, the screams were endless, and even the sound of tearing clothes and armor was so clear and audible.

Tiger! Tiger!

With the footsteps of the young man, the hearts of all the Yellow Turban soldiers standing in front of him were suddenly shaken, and in an instant, they seemed to see a tiger coming down the mountain and swooping towards them. At this moment, these people invariably wanted to see a fierce tiger in their hearts.

"Die!" Along with the word death, more blood bloomed around the young man, and the tip of his knife swam in the flow of people, and the blade crossed his thin neck, bringing out more blood! When he opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent like blood, with the color of blood reflected and the blood splattered on them.

He looked at the deepest part of the Yellow Turban Army, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and rushed out as quickly as a tiger hunting prey, rushing into the center of the Yellow Turban Army and the place with the most people! There is his prey, the head of the Yellow Turban Bandits!

At this moment, the image of the Jiangdong Tiger appeared in the hearts of many villagers present. They roared angrily, following Sun Jian's footsteps, following the leap of the tiger and moving forward, and killed!

(End of chapter)

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