This dancing girl is naturally pretended by Ah San.

Sima Yi was too cautious, he was thick-faced and steady, standing behind Cao Chong or Cao Zhi all the time.

Even though Ah San was strong in martial arts, he was afraid that he would hurt Cao Zhi or Cao Chong, after all, they were Cao Wu's nephews, and Ah San didn't dare to take such a risk.

Therefore, today's serial plan, from proposing war as the topic to Ah Liu's recitation of the prepared poems, everything is not for the sake of making Cao Wu famous, Cao Wu has that temperament, and he is too lazy to make a name for himself.

Today's poems are all to force Sima Yi to step down and separate from Er Cao.

This is something that has been planned for a long time.

At the Baume & Mercier Conference, hundreds of scholars became pawns to persecute Sima Yi, and they were played by Zhuge Liang to applaud without knowing it.

It's just that I didn't expect Sima Yi to have such a thick skin, and he really stepped down after three requests.

By the time Sima Yi sat in front of the drum, Ah San had already found an opportunity.

However, when he approached Sima Yi, he suddenly felt a sense of alertness, as if there was some danger.

It was a kind of master's vigilance, and this intuition told him that there was something wrong with Sima Yi now.

"What the hell is going on......"

Ah San knew that Ah Liu's poem was still half, and she had to make a move before this half of the poem was finished.

……

How many defenders there were in Shiyang City, Wen Ping actually didn't estimate it.

Ten battles in ten days, ten battles and ten losses.

He could only sense that the defenders of the city must be fewer than him, but he didn't understand why they were fighting so desperately.

He didn't know what was going on with his men now, and he didn't even dare to distract himself from glancing at the side.

The pressure from the Blue Dragon Glaive was too great.

Wen Ping is conceited with a spear, crisscrossing Jingxiang, in Jingzhou, except for the veteran Huang Hansheng, no one is his enemy.

However, in the face of Guan Yu, he could only barely support it.

With a sound of "dang", the Qinglong Yanyue Knife slashed out the power of breaking through the air, and Wen Ping barely resisted a move and took a step back.

This is already the fiftieth move of the two fighting.

Guan Yu's red face was not obvious, and he was also shocked in his heart.

It turns out that there are such fierce generals in Jingzhou.

But such a fierce general even surrendered to Cao Cao.

Surrender without a fight!

"My brother is guarding Xinye, Liu Cong is in the rear, he surrendered, and he didn't even bring a message to my brother! Our army led 100,000 people to flee, and countless people died along the way, how tragic! ”

Guan Yu held his breath and slashed again.

"Jingsheng Gong has been raising soldiers for ten years, Jingxiang generals, surrendering without a fight, how safe is his conscience!"

Wen Ping took two more moves, took a step back in shame, but stepped on the air.

It turned out that he had already fought from the stern to the middle of the ship, and was forced back to the stern. ‘

There is no way back.

……

"The mountains and rivers are depressed and the extreme border soil, and Hu rides with the wind and rain."

The new sentence was pronounced, and all the celebrities were fascinated.

Over the years, Zhou Tian has rotated, the princes have conquest, and there are some heroes and heroes, but they have their own merits, and the disciples have been consumed in the civil war.

But through this poem, they ignited the ambition of Ban Chao to write from Rong.

Even the elderly Kong Rong had water vapor in his eyes, imagining the era of Emperor Wu and Emperor Xuan, attacking the Xiongnu in the north and unifying the Western Regions in the west, how magnificent it was.

However, now, the Han family is withering, and I don't know when it will be able to regain its glory.

During the banquet, some people wept silently.

Ah San naturally didn't have this kind of Yaxing, she felt that she couldn't wait any longer.

She hid a dagger in her wide dancing sleeves, and when she held it in her hand, she was about to stab it.

At this moment, Sima Yi, who had been beating the drum, suddenly looked up at her and smiled at her.

"Knock knock!"

The drum beat was eager, but Ah San was like falling into an ice cave.

……

"Boom!"

The spear in Wen Ping's hand was knocked away, and his back was slapped by Guan Yu's long knife that was wrapped around his back.

He vomited blood from his mouth and fell to his knees.

Although he was on his knees, he tried to keep his upper body straight.

The afterglow in his eyes looked left and right, and his heart was suddenly desolate.

Of the 3,000 death squads he brought, there were few dead left, and Guan Ping was leading people to jump between the bamboo rafts and mend knives.

The lucky few fell into the water and swam desperately to the shore, only to be shot by the defenders who picked up their arrows.

The water was bright red.

Finished.

The last glory of the Jingzhou army is over.

In the first year of the first peace, Liu Jingsheng, one of the eight horses, 38-year-old Liu Jingsheng rode into Jingzhou alone, and with the strength of one person, gathered the family, leveled the nine counties, killed Sun Jian, cut off Jingxiang, and expanded thousands of miles to the south.

He is hired in the literature and has the grace of knowing each other.

Wen Ping has fought for it all his life.

However, Liu Biao died, and his successor was Liu Cong, who surrendered to Cao Cao.

Guan Yu said that he was disloyal and unjust, but he was hired as Liu Biao's general, and the lord Liu Cong surrendered, shouldn't he surrender?

Resisting Liu Cong, isn't it disloyalty and injustice?

But he wasn't convinced.

After Liu Cong surrendered, he was sent elsewhere, and all of them surrendered to the generals, but they were all promoted.

He didn't want to surrender, at least not without a fight.

He wanted to use this Shiyang City to prove that Jingzhou soldiers were not inferior to anyone.

The truth is, he lost.

Guan Yu behind him slashed down, and the Wenpin Shuai Banner, which was higher than the city wall of Shiyang City, was cut into two sections and fell into the water.

Wen Ping didn't look back, he raised his head, and there was only a little bit of sunset left.

Shiyang City immediately fell into darkness, and the head of this high-zhang city was actually a moat that he couldn't read.

In the setting sun, he thought of Liu Biao again.

Discussion Ker?

Perhaps, the success or failure of right and wrong, there are posterity to comment.

Isn't he also hired, isn't he going to die too?

He lost today, because his skills were not as good as others, and he also lost in Guan Yu's words.

Is he a loyal servant?

Behind him, Guan Yunchang had already raised the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife.

……

Ah Liu drank the wine, Xia Fei's cheeks were full of smiles, but when he looked at the people sitting in the seat, he only had disdain in his heart.

The general is right, these so-called celebrities, except for Zhuge Wolong, are just a group of empty talkers, what kind of ancient keyboard warriors.

They love to talk clearly, and they evaluate the general trend of the world every day, as if they can talk about state affairs, political affairs, and military affairs while sitting in the room.

They are not diligent, but they love to watch others dance, they do not divide the grains, but they do not get tired of eating, they do not get tired of eating, they call themselves celebrities, go to the front line of the labor army, hear the front-line soldiers, but stop when they arrive in Xiangyang, do not dare to take a step forward.

Here they fantasize that they can also make achievements, but no one dares to go to the front.

As the poem was recited, the dancing girl danced more and more beautifully, and the applause became louder and louder, but Ah Liu's heart became more and more disdainful.

She said word by word: "The soldiers are half dead in front of the army, and the beauties are still singing and dancing." ”

The applause of the celebrity in the seat suddenly paused, and some people tilted their heads sideways in confusion, as if they felt that they had heard it wrong.

Zhuge Liang repeated loudly: "The soldiers are half dead in front of the army, and the beauties are still singing and dancing!" ”

Baume & Mercier's voices stopped.

They looked at Cao Aliu who was reciting poetry in a daze.

Sima Yi's drumming also stopped, and only the dancing girl was still dancing.

These celebrities, you look at me, I look at you, there seems to be shame on your face.

It was the moment when they watched the beauty dance under the tent.

They didn't know that in Danyang County, Cheng Pu's 50,000 troops were gathering garrisons from all over the country along the way, claiming to be 100,000, and went straight to Hefei.

They didn't know that on the Yangtze River, the main force of the Cao army, a million-strong army, marched mightily.

They didn't know that at the head of Xiakou City, Liu Bei patted all over the railings, anxiously waiting for the arrival of Jiangdong reinforcements.

They didn't know that under Shiyang City, a general who had fought a hundred battles was ushering in his own death.

A war is about to decide the fate of the world, but they are here to drink and write poems.

Many celebrities bowed their heads in shame.

Cao Zhi suddenly woke up and looked at Ah Liu.

There were hundreds of people in the audience, and only the dancing girl was still moving.

Suddenly, a dancing girl's pupils widened, and she pointed at Sima Yi, who was silent, and said, "Murder!" ”