"Xuande, it's almost, isn't it?"

Liu Bei, who had been sweeping his eyes and bowing his head in contemplation, suddenly looked up at the battlefield, with his back to Jian Yong, his expression could not be seen clearly, and his tone was normal, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a smile, a cold smile: "Wait a little longer, after all the moth thieves are pressed, we will give him a fatal blow." ”

Few people know that Liu Bei lived in Lousang Village before he was sponsored by his uncle Liu Yuanqi, and he still can't forget what he said when he was a child under a large mulberry tree of more than five zhang.

A sentence buried deep in my heart: "I am the Son of Heaven, and I should take this car cover." ”

But man, after all, has to pay the painful price of disillusionment for the beautiful vision of the future when he was young, because he is already twenty-seven years old, and it is time to put aside those unrealistic illusions and live a down-to-earth life, and it is time to recognize reality.

It is only when the sad ideal meets the reality of life that it makes people feel more and more ridiculous.

In such laughter, Liu Bei lived in Zhuo County from Lousang Village, how many years? This thing will never be more reminiscent than that unattainable dream, but what he remembers is that he has always been a subordinate, selling and weaving mats. 's subordinates, like dogs, have never stood up in Zhuoxian for many years, even if his uncle is Liu Yuanqi, but what gave him was not a halo, but a more contemptuous look.

In such an environment, he is often accustomed to closing himself off, unwilling to let people touch his heart, he is afraid that his soul will be hurt, over time, his personality is withdrawn, his heart has changed, lackeys, horses, flying eagles, gradually people look at him and his eyes have changed, becoming more and more unscrupulous, and then his uncle talked to him once. He knew he couldn't just let himself fall like that, and he couldn't let those who looked down on him look down on him even more. Laugh at him.

He decided to join the army, but the devastated but always existing pride made him reluctant to go to Gongsun Zhan. So he didn't get what he wanted, until, the moth thief rebelled, he saw the opportunity, he organized a rebel army with the help of his uncle, originally he hoped that Liu Lan could help him, because he really regarded him as a friend, but he finally refused, because he was for his own future. This was understandable, but the contempt he and his subordinates had for him could no longer bear it.

But he didn't break out, and still chose to forbear.

Because he couldn't afford to miss such an opportunity.

Even more because he can't let his only friend, Jian Yong, look down on him.

Even if he wants to crush Liu Lan's bones and scatter ashes, it is definitely not now, if he really does that, this is by no means a mistake due to personal anger, but a narrow-minded person who is so narrow-minded that it is completely hopeless, if he really does it. Then even he himself will look down on his own.

So when the moth thief launched a full-scale attack, Liu Bei gave the order to attack.

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Xu Atai led the county soldiers into the battlefield, and then he saw that all the moth thieves also attacked, according to his previous experience. The moth thief would never ignore a qiē like this, so when he found out about this qiē, Xu Atai could only be that the general on the other side was crazy? Or have you become reckless for this victory?

Apparently the moth thieves are not crazy, then they become reckless for a certain purpose. That's that they know that someone is going to sneak attack, and it's not hard to guess. Because of the defeat of Laishui, but obviously Xu Atai and Guan Yu ignored this. The situation is moving towards the unexpected, and the downsides are clear, but there are also benefits.

The downside is of course the invincibility of the war, but the advantage is that the moth thieves will be attacked from all sides, and in this case, the result will only be a crushing victory or destruction. But Xu Atai believes that it is the former, because he has full confidence in the Ju Formation, as long as the conflict between the moths and thieves is not broken, then the Han army with the Ju Formation will reduce unnecessary casualties, and the victory will naturally belong to them.

He has now begun to think about capturing the main general here, and then going to Gu'an, and completely annihilating the moth thief Cheng Zhiyuan with Sima.

"Blow the trumpet and order all the troops to break through the formation of the Han people!" Cheng Zhiyuan roared at the moment of the charge, but at the same moment as he joined the battlefield, the horn of the Han army sounded from his side. Cheng Zhiyuan had expected it in his heart, but when Han Jun appeared, there was still a touch of shock in his eyes.

But it was also very short-lived, because his Yellow Turban Army began to commotion, which was fatal, and it became a luxury to break through the rectangular formation of the Han army in one go, and the best thing to do now was to temporarily withdraw and withdraw from the encirclement of the Han army.

"We're done, reinforcements from the Han people are coming."

"Run!"

Cheng Zhiyuan hurriedly shouted: "Don't panic, this is not a reinforcement from the Han army, it is an ambush, if you want to live, follow me to fight a bloody road!" ”

There were Han troops in all directions, and the Yellow Turban Army became helpless, but Cheng Zhiyuan's roar and the sound of the horn that followed made them find hope of survival, and everyone roared angrily and killed forward.

Xu Atai knew everything about the moth thief's abacus: "Stop the moth thief, brothers, kill it with me!" ”

The shouts shook the sky, and the roars of both sides became louder and louder, more and more high-pitched, and earth-shattering, as if whoever was weak would be defeated, and it was difficult to imagine what kind of scene this was without seeing it with your own eyes.

But this scene is so real, because whether it is the Yellow Turban Army, these rebels, or the county soldiers, under the premise of low combat strength, the key to the real victory or defeat of a battle is only two words: morale.

Whoever has higher morale, whose men and horses are less afraid of death, and who will win the final victory.

Two torrents crashed into each other.

However, in the face of the moth thieves who had huge shields, spears, and arrows flying in front of them, the shouts became smaller and smaller, and became more and more powerless, and gradually, only the scattered sky was dead in the entire moth thief array, and the yellow sky sounded from time to time, and with the continuous loss of time, such shouts quickly disappeared.

As the shouts disappeared, there was only the roar of the Han army in the field, and they shouted the same sentence in unison, the words that everyone under Liu Lan's tent was familiar with: "Youzhou army, fight to the death, do not retreat!" ”

In such a shout, the moth thief became more and more panicked, more and more frightened, gradually, their pace began to stop, and then began to retreat backwards, but what was waiting for them behind them was still death, Liu Bei danced the double-strand sword, and took his two thousand righteous from the moth thief's back road completely cut off.

The dilemma, and even the sound of the trumpet, which had been ringing all the time, disappeared.

Cheng Zhiyuan fought in the battlefield with an ugly face, he was like a ghost and a wild ghost, slashing aimlessly, don't say it's a Yellow Turban sergeant at this time, even if it's him, he doesn't know what to do.

The front road is unbreakable, there is an interception on the back road, there is a Han army on the left, and there is a shout on the right, in an instant, his face turned pale, and his eyes are not only desperate or desperate. (To be continued......)