In the wilderness of Huangtupo, two groups of people were shouting to kill. One group of people, wearing light leather armor and holding swords, shields and guns, were unstoppable and unstoppable. They killed the other group of people, discarding their helmets and armor. Even though they had already defeated the opponent, they still chased after them with shouts of death.
Except for a few of the fastest runners who were fully armored, most of the people who were chased and chopped down were in rags, and most of their shoes were made of straw. The equipment on his body is even more diverse. The armor he found somewhere is tightly bound to his body. Most of the weapons were long knives, and some even held iron forks. You could tell at a glance that they were a group of soldiers with no fighting ability.
This group of miscellaneous soldiers all wiped their foreheads with yellow scarves. Although they behaved in a chaotic manner, they also understood that these people were organized into an organization.
Farther away, on the battlefield filled with corpses, many flags fell to the ground. There were many black footprints and dark red blood on them. In addition to the five-party flags, the words could be faintly read on a few flags, which read, "The sky is dead." , Huang Tian Dang is established, aged in Jiazi, the world is auspicious'...
A knight rode on a short, not very tall war horse, waving the long knife in his hand, looking at the beardless child in front of him who was already frightened and standing still, he raised the corners of his mouth, showed a ferocious smile, and drove the horse forward. He picked up a long sword and cut his head with one sword, which became a stroke of his merits.
Before Wang Yan came back to his senses, he heard a slight sound of breaking wind, and felt the hairs on his body standing on end, and the alarm bells blaring.
In an instant, he took a step back, avoiding the knight who still had a sinister smile on his lips. Before he could turn into surprise, his expression changed.
The knight saw the Wuwu boy running again and grabbed the reins of the horse in just a few steps. Before he could react, the sword was taken away and he was pulled off the horse. He was lying on the ground. He was stepped on by the horse behind him, and stepped on several times by the people behind him. He glared unwillingly, took a few mouthfuls of blood, and was already dead.
Wang Yan clamped the horse's belly tightly and spurred the horse to gallop, but it was still a gallop compared to a human's gallop. The horse was not in very good condition. He weighed more than 200 kilograms, and the ups and downs on the horse still affected the horse's speed. The knights behind were about to catch up.
Only then did he take the time to look at himself. The same coarse linen clothes, rags, straw sandals on the feet, and a yellow scarf tied on the forehead. It was impossible to tell the situation clearly. He, Wang, had become a disciple of the Great Master and a member of the Yellow Turban Army.
The Yellow Turban Uprising broke out in the seventh year of Guanghe and lasted for more than half a year. It was here that the heroes of the late Han Dynasty appeared. The Yellow Turban Army, who had to dig in the fields to survive, became the experience babies of the heroes of the late Han Dynasty.
While taking the time to receive the identity information, Wang Yan looked around the entire battlefield and judged the time information. The scorching sun is now in the sky, but there is still a slight coolness to the touch on the skin. The trees in the distance are fresh green. I silently estimated that it is almost like March and April. The Yellow Turban broke out not long ago. It should be located in the north. Combined with the entire Yellow Turban The current situation of the uprising should be in the Youji area.
At this time, he also accepted his identity information. There was nothing worthy of praise. He grew up living in exile and farmed land for the landlord. After being treated harshly and seeing that he could not survive, he killed the landlord and escaped. When the Yellow Turban broke out, he surrendered to the Yellow Turban. Army, follow me and eat.
As for who the master of this place will be, it is not clear. There were more than a thousand people on the battlefield from both sides, and it seemed that the general was not a famous person.
His mind was spinning, and the pursuers behind him were coming in the blink of an eye, and some even fired cold arrows at his back. Wang Yan was flying on his horse, holding the knife and shaking the arrows. Occasionally, he stretched out his hand to grab an arrow, turned around and threw it back like a dart.
Just at this moment, a loud shout came, and a fast horse was seen galloping from behind. That horse was indeed a good horse, and it kept closing the distance between it and Wang Yan. The man on the horse was eight feet long, with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard. His voice was like a huge thunder, and his momentum was like a galloping horse. He wielded a snake spear that was eight feet long. His eyes were wide open with anger. He wah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ya, and thrust the spear, and he went straight to Wang Yan. Coming from the back of my heart.
He yelled: "Your grandpa is here, and the child will die."
Seeing this person's appearance, Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew this person. Who else could he be if it wasn't Zhang Fei or Zhang Yi De? His hometown two thousand years later was still in floods.
Wang Yan raised the corner of his mouth, staggered away from the sharp spear point, and calmly grabbed the wax head of the spear. He jumped into the air from his horse, turned around and swung his sword across.
Zhang Fei was confident in his martial arts, but he didn't believe that the Yellow Turban Thief had any other masters. Faced with the unexpected situation at this time, he was panicked but not confused. Gritting his teeth, he pulled hard on the barrel of the gun, trying to get the weapon back, but with the strong force transmitted through the gun body, he also felt that this child was extraordinary. Facing the incoming sword light, he quickly used all his strength to pull the gun backwards to avoid bowing to the sword. At the same time, he took out the saber from his waist and tried to fight back.
But how could Wang Yan give Zhang Fei this chance? He was already in the air, and now Zhang Fei was dragging him over. In addition, Zhang Fei's horse was faster, so he was already above Zhang Fei. So before Zhang Fei could make any more moves, the back of the knife hit Zhang Fei's hand and kicked him off his horse.
Zhang Fei let go in pain, and then felt a powerful force coming towards him. When he regained consciousness, he was already rolling on the ground. Fortunately, his reaction was not comparable to that of an ordinary soldier, otherwise he would have followed the footsteps of the man who had his horse taken away by Wang Yan, and would have been trampled to death.
After a brief fight and a competition of strength, Wang Yan knew that Zhang Fei was not weak. Maybe they are just starting out now and don't have much combat experience, but they have a good foundation. Some people are born for fighting. Zhang Fei's family is in good condition, he has good food and drink, and he is well-kept. He is rich and strong, and is not comparable to ordinary people. And there are some tricks to do it, which must be passed down in the family, and I think I have used great medicine to strengthen the body and bones.
It was just that Zhang Fei underestimated the enemy and did not take Wang Yan seriously, so he was kicked off his horse. If the two were taught to fight fairly, they would still be able to fight for a few rounds. Wang Yan did not want Zhang Fei's life. Otherwise, he would have wiped his neck with the blade instead of withdrawing his hand with the back of the knife.
Although this is a romance world, Wang Yan is holding a weighty spear that is more than four meters long in his hand at this moment, even though Zhang Fei is on the military list. If there is anyone in this world who can challenge Wang Yan in a duel, perhaps it is only the legendary Lu Bu.
Seeing Zhang Fei is not enough to judge what is going on now, but it is certain that it is the early stage of the Yellow Turban, and there must be Liu Bei and Guan Yu among the pursuers. After all, the three brothers are not very separated, and the current There are also few pursuers, probably the 500 troops Liu Bei started from his own army.
Fifty horses were donated by Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang, two great merchants in Zhongshan. The weapons of Liu, Guan, and Zhang were also funded by these two people. As for manpower, it belongs to family investment.
Township parties are rampant at any time, especially now that the Han Dynasty is essentially controlled by powerful families. Every piece of land is filled with a bunch of families. Liu Bei and Zhang Fei were supported by their clans. Most of the people who followed them were brought up naked in the same village. Together with the local warriors recruited from the countryside, they pulled out such a team.
As for Guan Yu, he killed powerful local landlords in his hometown. He probably has the same status as Wang Yan. If he is not good enough, he will not dare to go back. Therefore, among the three, Guan Yu did not bring money to join the group, but relied solely on martial arts.
With chaotic thoughts in his mind, Wang Yan rode the fast horse he snatched from Zhang Fei and ran away, directly catching up with the fleeing yellow scarf soldiers in front. Many of them even threw away their weapons, and the armor that was tightly tied to their bodies also threw them away while running. This was a serious act of throwing away their armor.
Wang Yan ignored the large army and quickly caught up with a few well-armored people who had already run away on horseback. These people were the leaders of their team and their cronies. Otherwise, horses are so valuable, how could they be distributed casually to people?
He didn't say any nonsense. How did Zhang Fei stab him from behind? Now he did it again. The difference is that he was able to escape from Zhang Fei's men and steal weapons and horses, but these people stabbed each one to death.
He didn't even say unnecessary nonsense to his superiors, and all eight riders in this group were stabbed to death.
Then Wang Yan reined in his horse and turned around, pounding the ground with his spear, and looked calmly at the yellow turban sergeant running towards him.
These people were sallow and skinny, and they couldn't survive in the first place. They joined the Yellow Turbans with the intention of doing something, thinking that they would be fed and clothed by burning, killing and looting. Indeed, when they first started the uprising, they were very powerful and had several good meals. But when the imperial court organized troops to start a killing spree, losing battles one after another and running around everywhere, they no longer had enough to eat and were chased and chopped down.
In a short period of time, Wang Yan has already thought about the future development path.
He can't go to the big man now. The ship is about to sink. He has no money and no connections. He can't buy an official even if he wants to. What's more, he is still a Yellow Turban thief. Don't underestimate the level of investigation in ancient times. It is just slow and inefficient. It can be found according to various social relationships. It's just that it takes a lot of time and manpower, and it's not something most people can use.
As for really working for Zhang Jiao wholeheartedly, that's impossible. There are hundreds of thousands of people, but after less than a year of hard work, they were dismissed as copies. Even though he, Wang, is so talented, he is only an eighteen-year-old young man now. In the Yellow Turban Army, which is also deeply divided within itself, he will have to fight for a long time if he wants to get ahead, so that he can rise to the top step by step. . Now he went to offer Zhang Jiao a plan to take command of the Yellow Turban Army. It was Zhang Jiao's magnanimity that he would not be beheaded.
However, the Yellow Turban Army collapsed within a year of its formation, and there was not enough time for Wang Yan to perform. What's more, compared to moving around in the old system, it's easier to create a new organization on your own. There are no hindrances, and there are not many internal struggles that waste energy.
So these people in front of him are the empire's team. He wants to reorganize and bring out the fighting power of these people. But before that, he had to get through Liu Bei's hot pursuit.
"Everyone stop, don't run any more. There are many soldiers and horses. How can we outrun four legs with two legs? The military prince just took his cronies and fled on horseback. He asked me to cut off their queen, regardless of the lives of our brothers. They have been killed by a certain family. For our current plan, we can only survive if we fight to the death with them. Someone has a word, please listen carefully. From now on, someone is a military prince, and anyone who disobeys orders will be killed. Now , listen to a certain order and line up to meet the enemy."
"Why should I listen to you? In my opinion, you should listen to me. I am the village chief, you hairless kid..."
Looking at the fool who raised his knife and made noise, Wang Yan swung his spear and smashed the fool's head with just one blow, splattering the others with red and white. It's already this time, and people are about to catch up with him and compete with him for power. It's really boring.
Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, Wang Yan shook off the blood on the spear and looked at them with a serious look: "Line up behind a certain family to meet the enemy! Those with weapons are in front, and those without weapons are in the back. The three Ten people fight in a row, one person apart. But if anyone escapes, as long as a certain family survives, your lives will be taken. Hurry!"
Listening to Wang Yan's violent shouting and facing his solemn gaze, a group of yellow turban soldiers quickly lined up behind Wang Yan. Some of them even led the resting horses beside them. These were the yellow turban soldiers from before. The target mount was well trained, and the man on the horse was killed, but the horse did not run away. The remaining captains, who had fifty people under their command, were sensible enough to form a team. They didn't know how to fight, but they could still form a formation. Although it is loose and shapeless, it can still be regarded as a battle formation.
During the process, there were some people who were unwilling to give up. They took advantage of the opportunity to get behind Wang Yan and tried to kill him. As expected, their heads were smashed, and the remaining people became honest.
And gradually gathered a fighting spirit, a fighting spirit to survive in death. Now that Wang Yan couldn't be killed and he didn't dare to run away, the usually domineering officer Wang Yan was killed without blinking an eye, which was easier than killing a chicken. Now we can only hope that if we defeat the pursuing officers and soldiers, we will naturally have the courage to fight.
However, Liu Bei and others who were pursuing them saw great changes taking place within this group of Yellow Turban thieves. The young general who knocked Zhang Fei off his horse not only killed the leader, but also formed a team before the battle. It was obvious at a glance that they were going to fight to the death.
Liu Bei watched carefully and saw that the enemy was going to fight to the death, so he quickly ordered to stop the team. Because these people under him are his family assets, he does not want to fight with the enemy. Moreover, the young general knocked Zhang Fei down with just one confrontation. If the young general was allowed to break into the army, he and Guan Yu could not stop him and let the young general kill him. For him, even if he won the battle, it would still be a failure. of.
So when Wang Yan and other Yellow Turban troops lined up in formation, Liu Bei also ordered his men to line up. The two sides were only less than thirty meters apart, and neither one made the first move. Only Zhang Fei jumped in front of the formation and yelled, shouting that he would fight Wang Yan for 300 rounds...
After a while, Liu Bei rode forward more than ten meters alone on his horse, and the red-faced Guan Yuxu, who was dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Sword behind him, narrowed his eyes, ready to attack to rescue his elder brother at any time.
Liu Bei rode his horse to the Yellow Turban Army, which was more than ten meters away. He reined in his horse and said, "I am Liu Bei of Zhuo County. My courtesy name is Xuande. I am originally a clan member of the Han Dynasty. After King Jing of Zhongshan, I heard that the Yellow Turbans were promoting rebellion, so I surrendered to the army. It is to destroy thieves and bring peace to the people. How can you, good men, be rebels against the country and be traitors if you don’t think about serving the country and bringing peace to the people?
I have something to say, general, please listen to it. Now our two sides are facing each other, and both sides will suffer. Why not surrender as soon as possible? If you and others surrender, be prepared to swear by your ancestors that you and others will be safe. The general has great martial arts skills, so why bother becoming a thief? If a man does not contribute to the country, he will harm the country and the people. He is really going astray..."
Wang Yan looked at Liu Bei who was sighing and confirmed that he was telling the truth, because Liu Bei's eyes were full of sincerity. This is to see if the king can fight and want to be included.
He gently knelt on the horse's belly, slowly stepped forward to five meters in front of Liu Bei, and inserted Zhang Fei's eight-foot snake spear into the ground with a clang. You can't move forward anymore, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei behind are about to explode. If it weren't for Liu Bei's pressure, everyone would have rushed over to fight Wang Yan with him in a three-hero battle.
He also cupped his hands. Wang Yan looked at Liu Bei and said: "What the general said is untrue. The current dynasty has been corrupted, eunuchs are taking power, and treacherous ministers are in the dynasty. However, the high officials of the dynasty are living off the salary of the Han Dynasty. However, this salary is the blood and sweat of the common people like us." , all the princes in the court, who can think about us, the little people? The powerful people of the world control the place, are arrogant and domineering, and treat us like pigs and dogs. Now that we cannot survive, we should be seeking death.
What about the clan members of the Erhan clan? Today there are so many clan members, who knows Liu Xuande? If you want to prosper the Han Dynasty and serve the country, let me ask you, can we have three meals a day? Maybe eat meat every meal? Maybe there are no tyrants who plunder my fields, bully my wife and daughters, and enslave my children and grandchildren? Judging by your expression, do you think someone is suffering from hysteria? Hahaha……"
Under the gaze of Liu Bei with an awkward yet polite smile, Wang Yan burst out laughing and said, "I have made up my mind now, vowing that my brothers will be well fed and clothed, with dry food for three meals and meat for every meal. No one dares to overstep my power. superior."
Twenty minutes after Wang Yan arrived here, he made a strong voice that was beyond the times. Liu Bei took it as a joke, but the eyes of the yellow turban soldiers behind Wang Yan were different. After they put the yellow scarf on their foreheads, they heard that Heaven is dead and Huang Tian should stand. They knew that the great virtuous master wanted to be emperor, and he promised them food and drink, but it was not very specific.
Now this military prince who suddenly appeared is very good. What he said is that they would never dare to dream. What kind of life would it be like to eat meat for three meals without being bullied by anyone?
Liu Bei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "General, is he really following Zhang Jue wholeheartedly? Does he think he is so powerful?"
"Wang Yan of a certain family, whose courtesy name is Ziyan, can just call me by my first and last name. With so many people under his command, how dare you call me a general?" Wang Yan waved his hands with a smile and said, "I heard from a certain family that a leopard can be seen through a tube, and a spot can be seen, so Then we can know the whole body of the leopard. Now that my brothers are being chased and killed by you, I know that the situation of the great sage and good teacher is not very good, and it is difficult for him to step on Huang Tian. I think that the future of our brothers cannot be left to others. I When what you want comes, we have to work hard to get it."
"Oh? Zi Yan might as well talk to Bi Bian about how you are going to work hard?"
"How can empty words come true? We must be down-to-earth and do it. Xuande, I know that you cherish your troops and are unwilling to fight to the death. Our brothers are also seeking to survive in death. If this is the case, then stop the war and stop the war. Now there is no place in the Central Plains to kill us. , there is no place for us to establish ourselves, and I want to go north to Liaodong to find a pure land adjacent to the barbarians. We may not see each other again someday. I know that Xuande has great ambitions, and if he has no place to stay, he can come to Liaodong to join us. I will definitely sweep away Waiting on the couch, see you later."
After saying that, Wang Yan smiled and bowed his hands to Liu Bei, turned around on his horse, and called the remaining yellow turban soldiers under him to go northeast. Only the eight-foot-long snake spear deeply inserted into the loess soil was left standing.
Zhang Fei, one of his hands swollen into a pig's trotter, walked over with a grin on his face and angrily pulled out the spear on the ground: "Brother, are you going to let that guy go?"
Liu Bei on horseback looked at the sparsely retreating team: "What else? How can we and our brothers fight with their lives when we come here from afar? If Wang Yan is asked to come and fight, how many brothers from home will follow us? Returning home? Yide, remember not to act on your own initiative."
"This Wang Yan is very strong, and Yide deserves to be defeated. He returned Yide's weapons and spoke politely. I thought that this person must be a trustworthy person, but it is a pity that he goes against us."
Guan Yu, who was dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and stroking his long beard, came forward on his horse and said so.
The black-faced Zhang Fei was holding the Zhangba Snake Spear, looking at his big pig's trotter-like hands, his black face was throbbing in pain, and his face was even darker. Wasn't the loss unfair? What the fuck...
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