A Weird Theater That Started In London

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A blood mist exploded, and it fell down.

Guo Tai, the culprit of the Bingzhou Rebellion, slammed and fell to the ground feebly. He saw his broken neck, blood vessels twitching, blood splashing, and warm and slippery flesh and blood splashing Lu Li's half of his body.

He dropped his long sword and stared silently ahead, because a round head fell there, even if it was separated from the body, it still kept a certain amount of vitality, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. After a while, his eyes also lost their look.

"When will a lucky day come?"

Lu Li muttered to himself.

This is what the veteran said before he died, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment!

The stains of the Yellow Turban Army are well known. They help the refugees, do not produce, and commit adultery and looting. However, the first Yellow Turban thieves were actually nothing more than a group of hungry peasants.

Finally, there was a severe drought in the world, and there was no harvest in the fields. Not only did the court not wait for relief, but instead waited for the officials who collected taxes. It turned out that the monarch of the head of the world had to build palaces and repair ponds.

They knelt down and begged for their lives, saying that there was no money or food at home, but they were beaten up. The family was sold as slaves by officials, and they would starve to death and become roadside bones. Although the people's livelihood has gradually recovered over the years, Lu Li is very clear. It is still not easy for most states and counties in the world, and the Emperor Xiaoling has to increase taxes to repair gardens and ponds.

You know, if the people can make do with it, who wants to put their heads around their waists to rebel?

There are only two roads. Either expose the corpse to the wild and become a strand of nourishment and die and sigh;

"While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone."

With a whisper, Lu Li suppressed all his thoughts and immediately picked up the head of the veteran Guo Tai. After all, he was not in his position to pursue his politics. He was just a teenager, and it was his job to fight against the rebellion.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up Guo Tai's magnificent sword, touched it, and then stuffed it into his armor casually. The whole process was so familiar that people couldn't help wondering: How many corpses should be touched to do so?

At this time, Lu Li looked up and looked not far away. Lu Bu, who seemed to be a demon god, was still slaughtering. The whole person was enveloped in red gold. A red sky wolf appeared on the battlefield. He just stood by and took a look. Feeling breathing stagnant, let alone resisting directly.

Looking at the thousands of soldiers on the battlefield who were struggling to support, and the soldiers soaked in blood, Lu Li shouted: "Guo Tai, the rebel, has been killed by me! Qu Shuai Guo Tai is dead..."

"Abandon the knife and don't kill!"

He went on to say, "I would have promised Ding Ding that as long as you put down your weapons, you will no longer be stubborn, and you will not die!"

Within a few hours of the sound, a large number of yellow-turban soldiers turned their heads and looked around. When they saw the master’s body separated and the handsome flag taken away, many of them showed grief and depression on their faces, but this did not become overwhelming. The last straw of a camel.

Even if they fight for countless rounds, they still can't hurt Lu Bu any more. Even if they see the collapse of the spiritual pillar, they are still unwilling to lay down their weapons. drop.

But some things are not shifted by will, Lu Bu broke these phalanxes in a few sprints!

In the end, these remnants were swallowed by Chi Yan and died in this battle.

It didn't take long for the lord's reinforcements to arrive late, and the leader of the team was Lu Li's old acquaintance, Song Xian.

He saw Lu Li holding a flag on the left and one on the right, a general flag and a handsome flag. He was calmly looking at the battlefield. His hanging heart finally relaxed for it. He exclaimed, "For a long time, I will cut the generals and slay the flags. , As fierce as a tiger, Meng Ming is really a handsome general!"

Hearing this, Lu Li shook his head, and just wanted to give Lu Bu the first effort, only to find that he was already carrying Fang Tian's halberd and patted his horse to come closer.

"Meng Mingmo wants to be humble, isn't this old thief Guo Tai killed by your own hands?" Lu Bu seemed to know Lu Li's mind and preemptively said, "You should be the first in this battle!"

The words have reached this point, and any further excuses will appear hypocritical.

Therefore, Lu Li arched his hands towards the two of them, and said with a strong spirit: "The situation of this battle is set, please have a drink tonight."

"Please?"

Song Xian laughed loudly, and Pu Shan's big slap fell on Lu Li's shoulders: "Meng Ming is wicked and slippery. How can the lord who has won a big victory now save food and drink?"

"Let's go, go and meet the foster father."

In a few words, the three of them dialed their horses and walked towards Wenshui City, leaving the soldiers to clean the battlefield.

Midway, Lu Li turned his head and exhorted: "Han army soldiers, you must not flog Guo Tai's body, but keep his whole body."

However, after they met Ding Gong, they got news that there will be no banquet tonight.

One is to express his grief for the soldiers who died in battle, and the other is that Zhao Yun has not returned, and the generals are not complete. The banquet is not suitable. You have to wait for him to come back, and gather all the generals of the state army to have a good time.

At this time, Lu Li remembered Zhao Yun who had gone to cut off the enemy's back road--

At the beginning, it was predicted that the Yellow Turban Army would not dare to fight head-on, and there was a high probability that they would flee to the Xihe County area. The lord asked him to lead a thousand Jingqi to borrow Qiang territory to the stone building, but now it seems to be a little fuss.

But when he saw the headless body of General Zhang Zhao, he wanted to get on his horse to chase the enemy.

Du Quan and Zhou Tian took away Zhang Zhao’s head when they were fleeing. For the ancients, the dead without a whole body is undoubtedly a tragedy, even if Lu Li cuts off Guo Tai’s head and waits for the other party to be buried. , Will also order people to stitch up the corpse.

At the tower.

While looking into the distance, Song Xian helped the knife and said, "According to the spies, the thief army had withdrawn from Xihe County. It is estimated to be back to the stone building. After all, it is close to the Qiang tribe, and it is a pity to seek refuge."

"Meng Ming doesn't need to chase the enemy personally, just hand it to General Zhao." Zhang Liao also stopped.

After several persuasion, Lu Li finally put out his mind and decided to stay to rest. "It's unlucky for these two guys to run into Zilong."

A flash of warfare flashed in the silent Lü Bu's eyes, Changshan Zhao Zilong, he had remembered this name before he even met.

The foster father praised.

Wen Yuan praised.

Meng Ming praised it.

...

"Come, come and have a drink."

"Although the lord doesn't have a banquet~www.NovelMTL.com~, he still quit his food and drink. Let's drink in this tower."

"Row!"

The leisurely crowd gathered here, drinking horse wine, eating roasted beef, chatting and laughing from time to time, quite artistic, and Lu Li occasionally looked at the city in a trance——

There were corpses lying on the muddy ground, with ragged clothes and yellow turbans around their waists. It was the soldiers with yellow turbans. Looking into the distance along these corpses, more corpses would be found, extending to the end of the line of sight.

Below the tower, the setting sun cast tens of thousands of golden light, and the soldiers were bathed in the sun and laughed loudly.

Someone unbuttoned their armor, topless, opened their arms, enjoying the coolness brought by the new wind, as if celebrating the rest of their lives after the disaster.

Someone took out the ring head knife, pointed at the bloodstain on it, and bragged about their achievements to their partners.

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