Take the Department Store Back To the Three Kingdoms

Guan Hai was very annoyed by Yuan Tan's act of sending someone to persuade him to be surrendered.

You know, he is the yellow turban general who decides the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people.

How is it possible to surrender?

What does Yuan Tan think?

Even if he manages to fail, Yuan Tan can't catch it, right?

He knows that Hai can leave here and take a group of brothers out with him.

He, who owns the Berserker camp, is completely confident to leave.

At that time, he didn't care that Hai was no longer in Qingzhou.

Instead, go to Jizhou.

Going to the Taihang Mountains and joining the Black Mountain Army will raging in the Yuan family's hinterland.

Guan Hai suddenly remembered that the Black Mountain Army is now making trouble in the weak areas of the princes such as Bingzhou and Sili.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan, the Grand Marshal of Montenegro, was too embarrassed, and he was about to make trouble with a powerful prince like the Yuan family.

Just talk about himself. In this mountainous area in southern Qingzhou, there are people like Kong Rong, Cao Cao, and Tao Qian, who wouldn't be afraid?

Even though Hai has a retreat, he is confident in his own force.

He just wants to stay here to make trouble, make trouble for Yuanjia chickens and dogs, make trouble for Yuan Tan night, and can't sleep.

"Persuade me to surrender? Humph."

Even if he fights without a single soldier, he will not surrender.

He is such a man of spine.

Guan Hai suddenly thought of a folk song at this moment, which was used to scold Han Lingdi and his **** father Zhang Rang.

Han Lingdi was the previous generation of Han emperor, very mediocre and cruel to the people.

He was the throne that was held firmly by the eunuch, so he called the most majestic **** Zhang Rang his father.

Now this yellow scarf mocking Han Lingdi's folk song is suitable for Yuan Tan instead.

Big thief son, little thief father.

A pair of bad traitors, a brutal father and son.

The strength of the son is great, and the strength of the father is small.

The big thief leads the little thief, it is simply a perfect match.

Get rid of it as you walk!

"Chatter, chatter..." Guan Hai's wild laughter echoed in the Juyi Hall.

Suddenly Guan Hai smiled, but he was a little embarrassed, because Bu Hai and the others came in, so of course he had to maintain his dignity.

Immediately, his face straightened, with a look of lofty ambition, and said calmly: "Military officer, do you have anything to do?"

"Why is the commander laughing?" Bu Hai asked suspiciously.

Guan Hai, of course, can't say that he is composing the most shameless Yuan family father and son in the world, so he can only evasively say, "This..., it's all right."

Bu Hai and the four or five leaders including Bo Hong who came in together looked at each other.

"What's your business?" Guan Hai didn't want to be asked, but asked instead.

Bu Hai's expression was solemn, and he bowed his hand in a salute, "Marshal, you just faced Yuan Tan's messenger Guo Jia, and you said so well..."

His words gradually became passionate, and he looked at Bohong and others, "Brothers! We must imitate the commander, we must be strong and never surrender."

"Never surrender!" Bo Hong and others shouted.

"Wow hahaha..., Bo Hai, your kid is interesting, this boss has been boiled by you!"

Guan Hai laughed. It is a good phenomenon to find that his toughness has inspired the masses.

Bu Hai hurriedly gave a salute, "Marshal, we admire your righteousness too much, so we are here now to offer you some wine!"

"There is still wine?" Guan Hai's eyes flashed immediately, knowing that during this period of time, the bird had faded out of his mouth a long time ago.

"This is the subordinate's collection, dedicated to the general today." Bu Hai solemnly said.

Guan Hai immediately put away his sluggish expression, and also became serious, "Our brothers are united and we share adversities, and the benefits are not gold..."

He said many truthful things from the bottom of his heart.

This made everyone ashamed.

Bu Hai immediately moved a table specially for himself and placed it in the middle of the hall.

"Marshal, please sit down."

"Oh?" Although Guan Hai was depressed about why he did this, he wanted to come here to be a special honor.

Faced with this situation, I must be happy from the bottom of my heart.

After all, he has been praised and recognized by the masses, and for a general, there is nothing better than this.

So Guan Hai left the handsome position with great interest, and went to sit down on Xi Tiao.

At this time, with a look of supreme respect, Bu Hai and Bo Hong brought up an urn of pickled vegetables.

"The wine is here."

After arriving in front of Guan Hai, they lifted the tank above their heads.

Guan Hai understood a little, looked at the tank, and smiled: "You kid, there are a lot of new things for Te Niang. Where did you learn this ritual?"

"Marshal, you will know later." Bu Hai solemnly said.

"Okay, well, I'm waiting." Guan Hai finally had some happiness in his sorrow at this moment.

He is now suffering from a severe loss of troops, and he is completely dependent on people like Bu Hai.

Now Bo Hai and the others are so committed to him, which gives him a lot of hope for the future.

"Marshal, please sit down."

"Yeah...good." Guan Hai was still looking forward to it, and immediately sat with his hands on his knees, his upper body upright and straight, his expression more solemn than that of ancestor worship.

"..." Bu Hai wanted to laugh, but he became more serious and shouted, "Everyone is ready!"

"Here!" Everyone stepped forward and surrounded Guan Hai.

"Bohong, smash it!"

"???" Guan Hai.

What does smash mean?

Before this idea could land, Guan Hai saw the huge Weng’s mouth coming towards him. The next moment, when there was a huge pain, the world was dark.

His heart also darkened.

The martial arts of Bu Hai and Bo Hong are not Guan Hai's opponents at all, I am afraid they can't beat them with one hand.

But they were surprised, and the big cylinder put the tube upright.

Guan Hai not only got trapped in his head, but also trapped a half of his arms around his neck and shoulders, which made him unable to move.

Because he is huge, as if he is holding a spittoon.

Guan Hai was shocked, what's the situation, isn't it a toast? Why is it that the empty wine jar is still on his head?

Being trapped, he began to struggle, and he heard a buzzing shout: "Bo Hai, what kind of ritual is this? There is such a ritual in the world? Take it down for me quickly, take it off, and feel bored..."

"Do it!" Bu Hai changed his appearance and shouted sharply.

The people around immediately took out the rope, and instantly tied Guan Hai Wuhuada.

"What are you doing? How can you do this? What kind of **** ritual is this!" Guan Hai shouted. It seems that he, who has always had thick lines, still doesn't quite understand what happened.

But Bu Hai and the others are the same.

"The military division is really a clever plan!"

Bu Hai heaved a sigh of relief when Guan Hai was under control. As a military officer of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans, he still has many such tactics.

Guan Hai was trapped, and it was still in the urn, which made Bu Hai and the others unable to hear what they were saying.

Of course the two sides need to communicate.

Bu Hai winked.

Bohong immediately went up to ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and pulled it out, but didn't pull it off.

Pull it out again, fucking, still can't pull it out.

It looks like Dashuai fits the size of this urn very well.

"Military teacher?" Bohong panicked. After all, Guanhai would be suffocated if he went on like this. Without Guanhai, the Yellow Turban army outside must be messed up.

Moreover, the eldest son is Guanhai who wants to live, not Guanhai who is dead.

The eldest son will blame them for their incompetence, and maybe even deal with them.

So everyone panicked.

"Don't panic, haven't you heard a story?" Bu Hai didn't panic at all at the moment, he was the kind of unpredictable calmness of the military division.

"What story?" Bo Hong was shocked, and said to his heart that you can really pretend to be a military teacher. When is this, and there is still time to tell stories?

But you can't help but ask.