I'm Liu Bei.

When I woke up, I thought I was dead.

I looked around and found myself lying in my room. It was already bright outside, and the scene of last night's bloody battle was like a dream. When I got up, I found that my body was covered in blood, and I realized that it was not a dream. But how could I be in the house? Didn't the county town fall? What about Guan Yu and Zhang Fei? Is Dafu still alive?

Rushing out of the house with these four questions, I saw that the courtyard was in a mess and full of blood, and dozens of soldiers of Team C with bloody faces fell to the ground to rest. Li Wu and Deng Mao sat on the stone steps, their bodies scarred without exception. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei rested against the wall, and there were no scars on their bodies except for blood stains.

When the people saw me come out, their sad eyes immediately showed a look of relief, and they all gathered around me.

Suddenly, I heard shouts outside the hospital. From the shouting, it is clear that the Yellow Turban rebels have surrounded the place. The county seat has fallen, and this is the last stronghold of the Han army in the county seat of Zhuoxian.

Looking at the brothers who were born and died, their faces were haggard, and I felt very remorseful. Why did I play a clever role in ambushing and calculating the rebels, so that they ended up being calculated?

But in novels, TV series, or games, I have never heard of such a powerful character in the Yellow Turban Rebels, and he knows everything about my actions!

"The commander of the rebels is Cheng Yuanzhi." Li Wu came over, he should have guessed my thoughts, and said lightly.

Cheng Yuanzhi? Isn't it the guy who was split into two sections by Guan Yu in "Romance". Although he had 50,000 horses, he was defeated by 500 elite horsemen led by Zou Jing.

I can't believe in "Romance" anymore, from the beginning of the uprising to Zhang Fei's subjugation of Deng Mao, everything is very different from the narrative in "Romance". His own life and death can no longer be interpreted against "Romance".

The Yellow Turban Army's opening up of the second battlefield is such an important military strategic goal, and it is impossible for Zhang Jiao to send a rotten person to take on this important task. Based on last night's battle alone, Cheng Yuanzhi is far more powerful than the narrative in "Romance".

"How do you know?" I asked, confused.

"Look." Li Wu pointed to the outside of the courtyard. Looking in the direction, a big flag with the word "Cheng" was erected not far from the courtyard. "Among the generals of the Yellow Turban rebels, the surname Cheng will lead the troops to fight like this, only Zhang Jiao's nephew Cheng Yuanzhi."

I asked Deng Mao: "Is he the one who attacked Yu County?" ”

"It was Cheng Yuanzhi's deputy general Shangang who attacked Yi County. The small one used to be the lieutenant general of the hill. Deng Mao said with a guilty face.

I patted him on the arm and said not to take the past to heart.

"Are we all left with these brothers?" I asked, disappointed.

"Thirty-four." Guan Yu replied calmly.

Of the more than 500 people, only thirty-four remained after one night, and 10,000 rebels were outside the courtyard. How will this battle be fought? My heart was full of fear.

"Dafu, go and see how many people are surrounded outside the courtyard?" I'm used to it. When the people heard my words, they cast sad eyes.

"What about the rich? Did this kid go steal wine again? I said angrily.

"Big brother, Wang Dafu died last night." Zhang Fei said sadly.

After listening to Zhang Fei's words, I clearly remembered the bloody battle last night. If it weren't for the great wealth, my life would have been gone. My life was bought by Dafu with his own life! How can I repay this brotherhood in this life?

He wiped his face heavily and tried to calm his mood as much as possible. The more dangerous the moment, the more important it is to stay calm and think clearly and comprehensively to come up with the best possible response. Otherwise, there is only one way to die. Now as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will never give up.

"Dafu died to save me. If I, Liu Bei, can get out alive, I will definitely build a stone tablet here, and then write the kindness of Dafu to me in gold water. I said excitedly.

"Remember I fainted in the street last night?"

"It was the third brother who carried the eldest brother back." Guan Yu said.

"Third brother." Holding Zhang Fei's hand gratefully, he may not be used to my etiquette, and was stunned by my right hand. Because they are brothers, they don't need to say polite words at all. Thinking like this, I didn't speak, and looked at Zhang Fei gratefully.

Zhang Fei's face changed suddenly, and his left hand was clenched into a fist and swung towards my head.

"Smack!"

A flying arrow was broken in two by Zhang Fei. "Grandma's, they're going to attack the hospital again." Zhang Fei yelled, pushing me towards the door of the house. In an instant, arrows rained down, and several brothers were shot down one after another.

The remnants took refuge. The arrow was fired twice, and the shouting outside the courtyard suddenly increased several times. Yellow Turban rebels crawled in through the surrounding walls. Guan Yu, Li Wu, and Deng Mao led the crowd to greet them.

"Big brother stand at the entrance of the house, don't come closer." After Zhang Fei finished speaking, he ran to the rebels by the wall and tore them apart.

Zhang Fei's left fist and right fist made the tiger and the tiger wind. In an instant, seven or eight traitors had fallen under their fists. When the rebels saw that he was in danger, they slashed at him with a dozen swords.

Zhang Fei roared, and the roar sounded in their ears like a huge thunder, shocking them for half a second. Zhang Fei used this half a second of effort to run to a yellow scarf, and the bowl-sized fist hit him in the chest, and the thief's mouth was about to fall down with his mouth wide open. Zhang Fei kicked him at the dozen or so traitors who had slashed at him. The dozen or so traitors hurriedly deflected their blades in order to avoid slashing their brothers.

I saw Zhang Fei step forward, followed behind the yellow turban thief who was thrown by him, and swept with his right foot, and more than a dozen traitors all fell to the ground.

I saw them holding their legs,* but they did not stand up.

I just thought that Zhang Fei's hands and feet were very strong, and it must have been the sweep just now, which swept away their leg bones. couldn't help but sigh, why couldn't Zhang Fei beat Lu Bu?

Zhang Fei's offensive was like a macro, his fists were like two tigers, his legs were like two knives, and everywhere he went, the rebels fell down one by one, wailing everywhere. If I remove my worries about Zhang Fei, my heart is full of joy.

Then he turned to look at Guan Yu. I saw Guan Yu rescuing Li Wu, who was besieged by the rebels. The sharp knife in Guan Yu's hand slashed down, and the two traitors were in different places. Li Wu saw Guan Yu coming to save himself and fought hard. The siege was immediately lifted.

Not far away, Deng Mao united three soldiers, and he was comfortable attacking and defending.

Look at these Yellow Turban traitors, although they are armed with knives and guns, they are very handy. The cooperation is also very problematic, it is simply a peasant with a weapon!

In just half an hour, the attack was repulsed. After a little counting, there were no less than five hundred people crawling in one after another. The corpses that had fallen in the courtyard were piled up, and there was no dirt to be seen.

Only now do I understand why this place has not been captured by the rebels, why Guan Yu and Zhang Fei are called ten thousand enemies, and why the king said that "a thousand troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find"!

I have two powerful enemies by my side, and I don't know how to make good use of them. What a sin!

Although there were 10,000 rebels outside the courtyard and only a few dozen Han troops left, my heart still burned with a high fighting spirit. said to himself: "The victory or defeat of the battle to defend the city has not yet been decided!" ”