When Fei Qianjing was in Jingzhou before, he felt that since he had a hood, why not add a mask to it?

If there is a mask, Xiahou Dun in the Three Kingdoms will not be one-eyed......

Of course, it is difficult to create a delicate mask with a nose and mouth that conforms to the curves of the face, but it is probably the same as making an arc to drill some holes while it is hot for seeing and breathing, just as it is to drill a hole in the iron piece of armor for weaving?

Of course, the flat curved visor doesn't look like a deterrent, but it can be painted!

Using white and red, drawing a pattern of green fangs on the face armor that is black itself was originally a very simple thing Fei Qian thought was a very simple thing, but Fei Qian did not expect that the imagination of people in the Han Dynasty was indeed poor......

The master craftsman of Huangdou, who followed Fei Qian to the Beiqu camp, held it for two days, and finally handed it over to Fei Qian, and finally held it out The pattern was to draw two red dots on the eye circles and a red line on the mouth, nothing more. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is this a painted Pleasant Goat or a robot Watt!

At that time, Fei Qian almost choked to death by his own saliva......

Well, it's understandable, after all, no one in the Han Dynasty has seen horror movies.

Later, it was Fei Qian who did it himself, and he drew a more decent mask with the appearance of a demon.

The white forehead is divided into three pieces by the white bottom, no eyebrows, blood-red eye corners and red interbrow wrinkles, and the eyes are originally iron black, expanding the range of the eye sockets, and then a circle of white is dotted in the middle, as if the middle of the sunken eye sockets is a huge eyeball protruding, and the outlined upper and lower staggered fangs occupy the entire lower half of the mask, with the white gas that comes out of the breath because of the cold weather after wearing it......

Of course, according to Fei Qian's own standards, he still doesn't think it's scary enough, but according to the current look, the effect seems to be quite good.

Although the streets have been cleaned, there is still a lot of plaster.

The second dog trembled, howled, and rushed over step by step, the soles of his feet stepped on the dirty street, raising circles of yellow dust, and the snowy blade was held high above his head, slashing towards Huang Cheng's neck.

Huang Cheng stood steadily, as if the person rushing in front of him did not exist at all, his body was not moving, only his fingers were gently tapping on the handle of the long Mo knife, as if he was calculating the pace and distance of the two dogs......

The second dog took another step, and the dust under the soles of his feet rose up......

I only heard the sound of "Woo Weng ......", a bright light shone between heaven and earth, and then I saw a blood line drawn on the waist of the two dogs, and in an instant, it was like a water source that was about to be blocked.

There was a sudden silence all around, as if all the sounds had been drained by the knife......

"Ah......h

Ergouzi howled in pain on the ground, trying to catch back the intestines that had flowed out, as if by doing so, he would be able to live for a few more moments, but obviously all his efforts were in vain, and Ergouzi's half-cut body writhed on the ground, twitching, like a dehydrated fish on the verge of death, making a final struggle......

"Ghost ...... Hell ......"

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if there was a hallucination in his head before he died, the second dog suddenly shouted for the last time before he finally took a breath, and then he lost his breath.

The Bai Bo army suddenly had a commotion, they had seen dead people, they had seen their hands and feet cut off, and they had also seen disembowelments, but like this, a knife was directly cut into two sections, but it was rare to see it!

This is obviously a power that only ghosts and gods can have!

Even if you are a human, you are a person with the power of a ghost!

The Bai Bo soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned a little pale, and many people subconsciously touched their bellies, and they were relieved to find that it was not broken into two sections.

Ghosts!

That's just the same as General Tiangong, this ...... This......

How could a mortal like me possibly be able to fight?

Many of the Bai Bo soldiers retreated in fear, leaning together with the other soldiers, feeling the body temperature of others, and barely suppressing the chill rising in their hearts.

Fei Qian looked at it, shook his head, and then commanded: "Light the wolf smoke." "This White Wave army has been defeated, it has no sharpness, no courage, and it has been running around all day, and its strength has been consumed, and all that remains is to see how long it can last......

It is very terrible for a unit that relies on the belief in ghosts and gods to arouse the fanaticism of the soldiers, but once it loses its faith, this kind of army will quickly fall to the bottom, and the original courage to not fear death will be lost.

Many fanatical believers under self-hypnosis can burst out of the power that ordinary people can't reach, believing that they are invulnerable, charging into battle without fear of life and death, but these so-called Yellow Turban wrestlers, after General Tiangong was cut off his head, lost the support of faith, and completely became an ordinary knife-wielding bandit.

"These are people! It must be people! Hu Cai muttered, and then suddenly pulled his neck and shouted, "Don't be afraid! These are just a few people! Let's go together! Let's go together! Don't retreat, those who retreat will be killed! ”

Hu Cai didn't find that his voice had changed a little at the end, like a rooster being choked in half of its throat, and could only make a sharp cry, but it was not as strong as before......

"Rush forward! Rush forward! The guards around Hu Cai raised their knives one after another, drove the soldiers forward, and hacked to death two or three soldiers who were cowering behind and unwilling to move forward, which can be regarded as driving the pace of the soldiers.

Huang Cheng smiled disdainfully behind the mask, if he rushed on a horse, he might not be able to resist it, but like this, the stragglers rushed up, although he said that his army formation was not proficient, but to deal with these small soldiers, hehe......

Bai Bojun rubbed, moving in small steps, and when they reached a certain distance, they looked at each other, and suddenly let out a shout, and they rushed in unison!

Huang Cheng shouted: "Get up!" ”

The soldiers of the Black Armor Formation followed Huang Cheng and put the handle of the Mo Knife on his waist......

"Spin!"

At the sound of an order, the Mo knife with a blade of more than three feet long rotated parallel to the ground on the waist of the black-armored soldier, and the blade of more than three feet plus a small part of the hilt, at a distance of more than one meter from the body of the black-armored soldier led by Huang Cheng, began to shine with a cold light, like a blooming flower of death......