The end of Han Dynasty!
Natural disasters occur frequently, plagues rage, the royal family is immoral, eunuchs interfere in politics, relatives fight for power, and large families merge;
The emperor, the nobles, the nobles, were arrogant, extravagant and demanding, and the stringent silk was not exhausted, but the riches and gifts came again; the people and the leaders of Guizhou were like living in water and fire, eating grass and native people's breasts to wrap their lives, and life was worse than death.
Undercurrents of latent anger, accumulation of anger, stormy events, thunder and fire shining!
The giant deer with its horns stretched out climbed high and shouted: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky will stand, the year will be Jiazi, the world will be auspicious." More than half of the prefectures and counties in the world responded; thousands of people were trying to make ends meet, with their heads wrapped in yellow scarves and surrounded by ants. The butchers exterminated the tribes, killed the officials and destroyed the city. The torrent of anger set the prairie fire ablaze and the beacon smoke was endless. This was the beginning of the overthrow of the strong men.
In the first year of Zhongping, Jiao died and the Yellow Turban was destroyed. However, the spark it ignited has spread widely across China, and its brightness is uncertain...
February of the second year of Zhongping.
The north wind is brisk, and the Hutuo River runs like a silver belt through the Taihang Mountains. On the distant mountain tops, falling snow is faintly visible.
Puwu, outside Liu's Wubao.
The burnt smell mixed with the smoke of fireworks goes straight into people's nostrils.
The dilapidated Wubao is located in the middle of a village at the foot of the mountain. It is surrounded by circles of low thatched houses. The Wubao stands like a flock of chickens among them. On the wall, you can vaguely see shaking heads and mottled earth walls. Black and red, under the fort wall, there are piles of debris, and the smoke has not dispersed.
Around the Wubao, there were nearly a thousand people in one group in the east and one in the west, carrying simple wooden ladders and pushing simple rush carts, and they were attacking Wubao.
Zhang Sheng, holding a wooden stick, stood on the hillside, looking at the scene a few miles away, staring at the debris under the fort for a long time.
Although this Zhang Sheng is no longer the same Zhang Sheng, perhaps because of the fusion of souls, he is still a little sad, because among these mixed debris, guns, sticks, arrows, and rolling logs, this body is the best. One of my playmates has died below, and I feel the same pain, and it is inevitable to be sad.
In two days, fireballs, bows, arrows, stones, and even gold juice were placed in the Wubao in turn.
Golden juice is boiled dung water!
As a time traveler, he still understands this common sense. When he was attacking the fort the day before yesterday, in order to avoid the golden juice pouring from the fort wall, he jumped off the ladder in a panic and fell to pieces. vegetarian.
Unexpectedly, although he avoided the golden juice with this leap, he was able to make an advantage over an engineering dog nearly two thousand years later.
Changes in the sea, a leap of more than a thousand years!
In two days, Zhang Sheng finally accepted the fact of time travel.
bitter!
Zhang Sheng's heart felt worse than eating Huanglian at this time.
The thief God played a big joke on himself. His relatives are no longer mentioned in this world. When others travel through time, there are groups of beautiful servants, civilized and military guards, but what about himself? He is just an ant thief, a yellow turban ant thief that everyone can kill!
The stones under his feet hurt Zhang Sheng's soles. When he looked away, he felt that his legs were getting heavier. Tired from standing, he sat down on the ground, leaned his weak body against a stone, and raised his hands to wipe it. I wiped away the sweat on my forehead and felt the dull pain in my chest and abdomen. The original owner fell from a ladder several meters high and it was inevitable that his internal organs would be injured.
"Brother, can it be done today? I don't know if Uncle Bao, Uncle Shan, Shitou and others were injured or killed?"
Yu Zhong's worried voice sounded next to him, interrupting Zhang Sheng's thoughts and reminding him that he was still a young commander of the Yellow Turban Army.
It turned out that Zhang Sheng was a sixteen-year-old hunter with a reputation for bravery, especially for his extraordinary archery skills. He followed nearly a hundred villagers in the village and walked out of the mountain den. After the Zongcheng was destroyed, he fled to Xiaquyang and followed General Digong. From a pawn to a commander-in-chief.
When Quyang was defeated, he relied on his good skills and the Orion's natural sensitivity to danger, and with a few of his men, he escaped the fate of having his head chopped off by Huangfu Song and built into a Jingguan.
However, only a handful of the villagers who walked out of Shanwowo together were left. The rest have stayed in Guangzong City and Xiaquyangnan forever, turning into a pile of withered bones or Jingguan, becoming other people's merits. Each and every stunning number.
Can it be done today? This attack method will be enough for next year!
"Disaster."
Zhang Sheng despised Luo Si in his heart and replied to his partner with just one word.
These bandits all fled to Montenegro after the defeat of the Yellow Turban Army. They have no organizational discipline at all.
The Wubao in front of us belongs to the Liu family, a large family in Puwu. Arranged by ancestors, they may be descendants of the great ancestor. According to previous information, the Liu family has hundreds of men and women, old and young. If we include tenants, maids, and servants, I'm afraid. It’s not that there are thousands or hundreds.
In the past two days, Luo Si led his men to fight and rest, but he suffered nearly a hundred casualties, while Liu took advantage of the fortress wall and did not suffer many casualties.
Although the defense in the county is empty, if the delay continues, once reinforcements from the state and county arrive, it will be a matter of life and death.
The faint rubbing feeling in his stomach brought Zhang Sheng back to reality. He was hungry, so hungry. Chenshi's half bowl of wild vegetables mixed with some rice bran soup had already been exhausted in half a day.
He looked up and saw that it was already past noon. Zhang Sheng stood up and wanted to return to the temporary camp in the mountain pass. Yu Zhong immediately stood up and followed him with his head drooping, mumbling, obviously wanting to say something.
"A-Zhong? What's wrong?" Zhang Sheng asked casually.
"Brother, let's leave and find another place to stay." Yu Zhong raised his head, hesitated, and made a request.
Leave and find another place?
The world is so big, except for this vast black mountain, where else can we stay?
As an ant thief, in the eyes of others, he is the mortal enemy in the eyes of the nobles and the fat in the eyes of the officers and soldiers. Combined with the memory of the unlucky man, Zhang Sheng clearly knows that under Guangzong City and on the bank of Zhangshui River Bian, where did the heads in Quyangnan come from?
Surrender, they will not accept surrender, they will only take your head to build a temple and gain credit. If you and others leave this Black Mountain at this time, 80% will become a figure on their credit list.
You can leave if you want, but you have to wait until there is real chaos in the world. After Dong Zhuo's chaos, Liu Paopao, Cao Laothief, and Yuan IV have the ambition to compete in the Central Plains.
Can't leave yet!
Because Zhang Sheng knew that there was another way to go, like Chu Feiyan, sitting in the Black Mountain, even if he left, he still had to sell himself at a good price.
Zhang Sheng, who wanted to understand something, looked at his sad-looking partner and asked, "A-Zhong, why do you want to leave?"
"Brother, you were not here to attack the fortress yesterday. Luo Si wanted to force me to take my brothers as the first climber. I refused. What he said was very unpleasant." Yu Zhong told the reason why he wanted to leave.
The weak eat the strong, and this has been the case since ancient times!
Zhang Sheng, whose soul fusion has changed and whose personality has changed, nodded. He is no longer the engineering dog who has no worries in the middle school in later generations, nor is he the unlucky fool who only knows how to play with guns and arrows. Looking at the crowd attacking the fort in the distance, Zhang Sheng A murderous look slowly rose on Sheng Lengjun's face.
After Quyang was defeated, the trees fell down and the hozens dispersed. Zhang Sheng took more than a hundred defeated soldiers and fled to this valley to settle down. After that, defeated soldiers fled in one after another. Among them, the biggest group was Luo Si and Luo Xiaoshuai. The team he led, there were three to four hundred people when they escaped. Luo Si relied on the strength of his numbers to occupy Fengchao. He no longer paid much attention to Zhang Sheng and Yu Zhong, and he had great intentions of recruiting them. .
The former unlucky man had to endure the humiliation and compromise for the sake of his brothers. Luo Xiaoshuai also cared about the skills of some of them and left some leeway, so he did not have a fight for the time being. Now it seems that this jackal intends to take advantage of his injury to end this matter.
If you want to die yourself, then you can't blame others.
Zhang Sheng's big eyes slowly narrowed, removing his murderous aura, and silently stared at the crowd under the dock in the distance.
There is nothing in the world that comes without hard work. Do you want to take advantage of it? Then risk your life.
Having decided on the plan, Zhang Sheng withdrew his gaze, bent his waist a little, and slowed down his steps a little. With more strength in his hands, he slowly moved towards the mouth of the valley with the wooden stick.
"Brother, you will rest in the valley tomorrow to recuperate. Don't come out and see what he can do to our brothers?" Yu Zhong's concerned and resentful voice sounded, and at the same time, a big hand firmly held Zhang Sheng's arm.
Hearing his partner's words, Zhang Sheng stopped and looked at his partner who was a few months younger than him. Looking at his black face with steel whiskers standing straight up, he said solemnly: "A-Zhong, I once heard someone say, Those who achieve great things should hide in their hearts and do things. If we want to gain a foothold in this troubled world, we must learn to put away those useless complaints, so that we can live longer." Now that we have come to this troubled world, these partners around us are The only way to survive is to hope that they can grow up as soon as possible.
"I know, brother, I'm just nagging a few words in front of you. Don't worry, in front of that thief, I, I just have to endure it." Yu Zhong was not stupid and understood the meaning.
The two brothers began to move slowly into the valley again, the shadows behind them getting longer...
Wails, low sobs, and curses mixed together.
In a leeward nest in the valley, dozens of wounded soldiers in ragged clothes and unkempt faces were lying or lying in a scattered manner, waiting for God's decision, whether to die or live, all depends on God's will.
The sun has set in the west.
Zhang Sheng listened to the noise and lay down next to a stone cave where Luo Si returned to the valley to rest. The corner of his eye swept across several Luo Si's cronies in the cave. He tightened his bloody clothes and kept thinking in his mind.
"Xiao Shuai is back..."
Shouts sounded in the valley.
After the howling and sobbing stopped, those who could move stood up one after another, and those who could not move stretched their necks and looked at the crowd entering the valley entrance.
Zhang Sheng took a look at the crowd. He knew what these people were looking at. They risked their lives just to get a bite of food. Unfortunately, Luo Si would let them down again and let their blood flow in vain.
"Little handsome!"
"Luo Shuai!"
"..."
The crowd came closer and closer, their faces clearly identifiable, and the wounded soldiers kept saying hello.
"Donkey Ball, why are you so anxious? Rest in peace and recover. We will break the fort tomorrow..."
The voice of a male duck sounded, and the owner of the voice knew the appeals of the wounded soldiers, and responded by yelling and cursing.
Full of hope and disappointment.
Zhang Sheng's peripheral vision focused on the crowd entering the valley. The thieves were all stained with blood, and all of them were dejected and had bitter looks on their faces. When they were three or four hundred meters away from the cave, they divided into several groups and dispersed, leaving only one full man. The man with a sullen face, wearing a tattered jacket, came to the cave first, followed by a few close followers, the one on the left was holding a piece of armor, and the one on the right was carrying a spear.
Chance!
Seeing this situation, Zhang Sheng's heart moved. He withdrew his peripheral vision, with a look of pain on his face, and slowly rubbed his chest and abdomen with his right hand.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? I'll help you." Seeing the pain on Zhang Sheng's face, Yu Zhong asked nervously, and put a big hand on his partner's belly to help rub it together.
Zhang Sheng ignored his brother's inquiry and stared at the approaching footsteps.
This partner is too straight-minded to do all the drama, so it’s better not to let him know some things, so that it looks realistic.
"Hey, what's going on? Is it possible that a fall from the ladder will force our majestic Zhang Xiaoshuai to meet his ancestors?"
When the footsteps stopped, Luo Si's teasing voice sounded, with a hint of schadenfreude.
Zhang Sheng "struggled to open his eyes", "strengthened himself" to put away his pained expression, and pretended to be normal. He took a look at Luo Si's dark face and was about to reply.
Next to him, Yu Zhong stood up with a gasp and shouted, "Try another curse!"
"What's the matter? You want to rebel!" Luo Si, with a fierce look in his triangular eyes, stared at Yu Zhong. As he shouted and asked, his cronies behind him all raised their guns and sticks.
"Azhong, step back, step back, go see Uncle Shan and the others." Zhang Sheng stood up "with difficulty" holding a wooden stick and ordered to Yu Zhong.
"Brother, he, he cursed you." Yu Zhong felt unwilling.
curse? If curses can kill people, why do we need swords and guns?
"Go!" Zhang Sheng "struggled" to stand up straight and shouted at Yu Zhong. Yu Zhong turned around helplessly. When Luo Si's cronies saw him leaving, the guns and clubs they held slowly dropped.
Zhang Sheng, who was watching this scene silently, turned his head to face the black face and Luo Si's fiercely shining triangular eyes.
"Luo Si, don't worry, I have not seen my ancestors...cough...cough cough..." After saying this, Zhang Sheng couldn't help but lower his head, coughing continuously, and had no choice but to bend his waist a lot.
However, Triangle Eyes did not notice that while Zhang Sheng lowered his head and coughed, he put the tip of his tongue between his teeth and bit down hard. When the smell of blood filled his mouth, Zhang Sheng stopped coughing and raised his head. He looked at his triangular eyes again and continued what he had just said, "Luo Si, whether someone can see his ancestor or not, it is up to him to decide."
The cold wind is biting, and the four eyes intersect.
Zhang Sheng felt the coolness on the corner of his mouth, and saw the fierce light in the triangle eyes gradually replaced by a trace of compassion and more joy.
"Hahahahaha, okay, you decide, you decide is the best, hahaha..."
Luo Si saw a trace of blood spilling from the corner of Zhang Sheng's mouth, and the depression of today's failure in the fort attack suddenly disappeared. He laughed, stretched out a hand and put it on Zhang Sheng's arm. He wanted to comfort the general in front of him. Dead people.
Nearly two hundred soldiers are about to be owned by him, and he will decide everything in the valley in the future. Now, in Luo Si's opinion, it is the right time to briefly show goodwill and comfort him.
It's a pity that Luo Si was a little too happy and lost his vigilance. He forgot that the man in front of him who was "going to see his ancestors quickly" was once a bloodthirsty murderer. He didn't notice that Zhang Sheng had been leaning on him for the past two days. The lower end of the stick had changed from bald to sharp and was embedded in the gravel beneath his feet.
This is the moment you have been waiting for!
Show the enemy weakness and attack them unprepared!
When Luo Si's arm came up, Zhang Sheng lowered his waist and concentrated his arms. He suddenly raised the stick in his hand, and the tip of the stick was like a poisonous snake spitting a message. From bottom to top, from back to front, it drew a short arc. With the master's firm will, he went straight to the enemy's belly. There was a slight sluggishness when the jacket met the tip of the stick. Zhang Sheng gathered the strength of his arms at one point and thrust forward in an instant. The tip of the stick broke through the obstruction and rushed forward. The resistance disappeared, and his left hand that was held in front of him was already close to it. Luo Si's belly was touched, and a trace of warmth seeped out along the stick, making it feel smooth.
"ah……"
The black face was wrinkled into a ball, the waist was bowed into a rotten shrimp, the laughter turned into screams, and the tail sound echoed through the empty valley.
"Luo Shuai?"
"Xiao Shuai?"
"You're such a coward, how dare you?"
The sudden change made Luo Si's cronies stunned on the spot. It wasn't until Luo Si's screams rang out that they all raised their guns and clubs and shouted forward.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Sheng withdrew his left hand from the stick, hooked Luo Si, who was limp into a pile of mud, and held him in his arms. He glared at the thieves and shouted in a deep voice, "Stop, take a step forward." ,die!!"
Ah...ah...wow...
Take one step forward and die...
One step, death...
die……
The screams were mixed with lingering sounds, echoing in the empty valley...
