Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 100 Guanyang Battle Five

A lonely path.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the tick-tock rain fell quickly. There were less than 200 soldiers and horses. Under the washing of the rain, they lined up steadily, motionless, and waited peacefully.

"Mister is so sure that he will go this way?"

Mu Jing rode on horseback, regardless of the rain hitting the battle armor on his body, his eyes looked far ahead, as if he was expecting someone to appear.

"Seven points for strategy, three points for luck!"

Jiang Lu dressed in commoner clothes, walked leisurely in the courtyard, and said calmly: "I can forget it. As for whether Lei Hu can avenge his father with his own hands, the rest depends on God's will. After all, the county captain is brave. It is not impossible to kill this person on the spot!"

He has seen the battlefield.

The terrain on the battlefield is not complicated, but the road has been figured out. With the strength of the Wuyin soldiers, under the front and back attack, there is no problem in winning this battle, but it is difficult to wipe it all out. If he is allowed to choose, If he wanted to escape for his life, he would choose this path.

But people's hearts are unpredictable.

He wasn't [-] percent sure.

"No matter what, thank you sir for your strategy. If you can avenge your father with your own hands, you will be grateful for your great kindness!"

Lei Hu straddled his horse in front of him, his eyes were like lightning, and he stared straight ahead.

After their vanguard battalion withdrew from the western suburbs, they did not go to the main battlefield. Instead, they followed Jiang Lu's suggestion, detoured northeast, and lined up on this small road.

There are Mushan and Zhoucang on the main battlefield.

There is no way for their pioneer battalion to win the first place.

Only in this way can he have a chance to take revenge with his own hands.

"During this battle, Mister strategized and won a decisive victory thousands of miles away. His skills are extraordinary, and I admire him a lot!"

Mu Jing turned his head and looked at Jiang Lu, a poor scholar, once again. He was unknown in history, and he thought he was just good at reading and only had the ability to teach and educate people, but he couldn't see that he had such a plan.

This battle was clearly Jiang Lu's ability.

From sending troops to the western suburbs to returning to aid the east city, the flash and flint is the essence of this battle. The interlocking strategies can make the Yellow Turban Army fall into the net, which has to make Mu Jing admire a little.

"It's just that there is something in my heart that I don't understand, why did my husband remain unknown in the past!"

Mu Jing asked puzzledly: "With Mr.'s ability, no one should ask Mr. to come out to help you. Even a mere Nanyang, I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop Mr.'s power!"

A person with ability has ability wherever he goes.

With Jiang Lu's wisdom, he shouldn't just be a humble scholar who is well-known in the local scholars, he should have a greater reputation, at least some reputation in Nanyang, but Jiang Lu is just a small teacher in Wuyin.

"Young Master thinks highly of Jiang. Although Jiang has a bit of wisdom, but he can't lift his hands and feet. He is just a useless scholar. Without a stage to show off, he is useless!"

A bitter smile rose from the corner of Jiang Lu's mouth: "Scholars all over the world, studying hard in the cold window is nothing more than learning literary and martial arts well and selling them to the emperor's family. One parent is an official, and even enjoys the top of the temple, and the power of filial piety is all owned by the gentry. How can I be a poor family, if I am just a counselor who can only hide behind a wealthy family, I am not reconciled, I would Live in seclusion in the mountains!"

This era is the best of times and the worst of times.

Heroes and heroes appeared one after another.

However, there are too many people who are depressed and unsuccessful. How many people have studied books all their lives, but they can only die in depression.

Many children from poor families can only serve the gentry, attaching their names to the names of wealthy families.

This is the sorrow of the poor family.

"Sir, you are a great talent, you will be famous in the Central Plains in the future, and you will be famous in history!"

Mu Jing suddenly felt relieved.

A person's achievement, ability, disposition, and opportunity cannot be decided. The century-old history of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty has created countless famous people in history, and buried more talented people.

Who said that the Three Kingdoms can only have super generals like Lu Bu Zhao Yun?

Who said that the Three Kingdoms can only have top strategists like Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi?

He is here, and it is up to him to discover those buried talents. He believes that there must be peerless talents in this world who can surpass these super military generals and top strategists.

Tread Tread! ! ! ! !
At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from afar, getting closer and louder.

"coming!"

Lei Hu's pupils glowed brightly, and he held the big knife tightly with both hands.

"Silence!"

Mu Jing also gently pulled out the long sword at his waist, and became fully concentrated.

They are at the turning point of this path. Although they are on the same road, their front and rear views are staggered. Even if they are ten steps apart, they cannot be seen unless they turn around.

So at this moment, they are just ambush.

"Quick, let's go!"

"The pursuers are coming up!"

"As long as we come around the corner, we can enter the woods!"

"Hurry up!"

Hundreds of remnants protected the seriously injured Yellow Turban General Wei Tong and fled in a panic.

"Zhou Cang, this revenge will not be guaranteed, and a certain family swears not to be human!"

Wei Tong's face was bleeding profusely, and he lost even one of his eyeballs. He went crazy, and while running away, he yelled loudly: "One day, I will come back. I will be like shooting Lei Gong. Kill you one by one to repay my humiliation today!"

Just around the corner...

"Guard thief, take your life!"

Lei Hu rushed out violently, slashing with his sword, and the two guards standing in front of Wei Tong died immediately.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Mu Jing led the Vanguard Battalion to follow closely behind Lei Hu, and fought out directly. Dozens of remnants of the Yellow Turbans were beheaded by them in one encounter.

"There is an ambush!"

"Dodge!"

Hundreds of yellow turban remnants panicked and retreated again and again.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Although Wei Tong was seriously injured, he was a battle-tested warrior after all. He was not weak in his reflexes and stabilized instantly. He pointed at Lei Hu and asked coldly.

"I am Thunder Tiger!"

Lei Hu looked like a maniac, one person with one sword, startled by killing intent, and killed him face to face: "My father is Lei Gong, who died under your arrow, today I will avenge my father, defend the thief, take your life! "

"Lei Gong's son?"

Wei Tong's face was livid: "They don't have many soldiers and horses. Before the pursuers catch up, kill them for me. Only by killing them can we survive!"

"Kill the past!"

"Kill the past!"

The remnants of the Yellow Turban soldiers with wolves in front and tigers in back had no way to escape. Suddenly, under the desire to survive, they broke out with a strong fighting force of putting them to death and then reborn, rushing in head-on, wanting to kill them.

"Pioneer Battalion, it's time for us to avenge our shame, kill!"

Mu Jing held a long sword in his hand, and his sword skills only consisted of a few simple moves, but it was very suitable for confrontation on the battlefield.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shame of the Pioneer Battalion was all given to them, and now they are right in front of them. The opportunity to collect debts in person is very rare for them, and each of them broke out with [-]% combat power, fighting desperately.

"Guardian, I want to behead you personally!"

Lei Hu fought more and more bravely, beheading five or six yellow turban generals in a row, getting closer to Wei Tong.

"General, let's go, I'll stop him!"

A military marquis came forward.

"Cut!" Leihu was in a state of berserk, the blade was as bright as lightning, and he cut the man in half with a single blow. The violent slaughter and the brutal blood made every soldier terrified, and no one dared to approach Leihu. .

"Could it be that the sky is going to kill me!"

Wei Tong looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "Even if I die, I will die heroically. My son Lei Hu, I will die with you!"

He came up with serious injuries.

"Good job, I want to see a certain family, why are you dragging me to be buried with me, kill me!"

Lei Hu went completely berserk, his crazy sword skills continued, and he brought out the Lei Family's Thunder Sword to the fullest.

The two clashed for less than thirty rounds.

Wei Tong was exhausted.

Lei Hu's sword was like lightning, cutting him in half, and blood stained the ground.

"Father, the child has avenged you!"

Lei Hu chopped off his head, held his bloody head, raised his head to the sky and screamed, sending out a resounding sound wave, shaking a radius of [-] meters, every soldier was a little scared when he heard it.

"Your general is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

Mu Jing made a decisive decision, killed one thousand enemies and lost eight hundred. At this time, the Vanguard Battalion could no longer be damaged.

"The descendants do not kill!"

"The descendants do not kill!"

The soldiers of the Pioneer Battalion shouted in unison, which directly defeated the combat mentality of the Yellow Turban soldiers from the momentum.

"I surrender!"

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

One man dropped his weapon, followed by others who dropped their weapons.

Of course, some people continued to resist, but under the slaughter of blood, if they didn't surrender, they had all died on this path.

"Tap Tap!!!"

The sound of horseshoes came rushing.

Zhou Cang reined in his horse, seeing Lei Hu holding Wei Tong's head, and the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers either surrendering or being massacred, he sighed a little: "We killed people in the front, but let the Pioneer Battalion take advantage of it!"

(End of this chapter)