Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 42

In this era, the Xiangdang is a very strange group. There are serious regional differences in the relationship between people. Even before a person introduces himself, he always puts the title of a place in front of him.

For example, when Mujing introduced himself in front of outsiders, he would say, Nanyang Mujing.

So even though the Yellow Turban Army is a whole, there are regional distinctions.

Although the leader of the Yellow Turban Army is Zhang Jiao, the leader of Taiping Taoism and the biggest magic stick in the Eastern Han Dynasty, in fact, the various rebel armies basically did not interfere with each other.

So Mujing can tell them openly that this is Nanyang.

Regardless of whether they are the Yellow Turban Army or the Taiping Dao, in Nanyang, one must behave according to the face of the Nanyang Yellow Turbans. When a guest is a guest, he must behave politely, and don't offend the owner here.

And it just so happens that there is only one person who can only represent the Nanyang Yellow Turban.

That is Zhang Mancheng's only remaining personal guard, Mu Shan.

When Mushan's big banner came out, both Zhang Huo and Yang Feng became a little bit jealous. After all, in Nanyang, there were not many of them, and Mushan's martial arts could deal with them at any time.

But Yang Feng's fear was only for a moment.

The corners of his eyes inadvertently scanned the surroundings, and he didn't feel the scene of heavy soldiers surrounding him, so he was relieved immediately, it seemed that it was just a young boy who was pulling a big banner.

However, he became more cautious, looked at Mu Jing, and smiled coldly: "It turned out to be Mr. Mu, but it was rumored that Commander Mu had been beheaded by a small Wuyin Orion, and today I can see Mr. Mu is safe and sound." , it looks like it’s just a rumor?”

There are rumors in the world that Mu Shan was beheaded by an ordinary hunter when he attacked Wuyin.

This matter caused a lot of trouble among the Taiping Road and the Yellow Turban Army.

Because now among the Nanyang Yellow Turbans, there is only one spokesperson, and that is Mu Shan. Once Mu Shan dies, the Nanyang Yellow Turbans will basically be extinct. little bit.

"Your Excellency?" Mu Jing narrowed his eyes and looked at this person carefully. He knew his name was Yang Feng, but he was very strange.

"Yang Feng in Xiahedong, temporarily serving as the commander of Guo Taiqu's personal army battalion, has met Mr. Mu!"

"It turned out to be Qu Shuai from the Yellow Turban in the Yellow River. Yang Shuai's worries are a little unnecessary. My father's martial arts are outstanding, and his soldiers are strong and strong. How can he kill a small hunter, but it's just a way for a golden cicada to escape its shell!"

Mu Jing took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, smiled calmly, and said: "My father has been famous for Guo Taiqu in Hedong for a long time. Yang Shuai, it must be a happy event, how about Yang Shuai walking a few miles, my father is already waiting!"

The leading generals in the Yellow Turban Army are all called Qu Shuai, of which there are 36 Qu Shuais in Dafang, which are basically titles only given by a princess general, while Xiaofang has a total of one hundred and eight Qu Shuais, one hundred and eight It's just an imaginary number, a general who can lead troops is called Qu Shuai among the Yellow Turban Army.

So Yang Feng called Mu Shan Mushuai, and Mu Jing called Yang Feng Yang Shuai, both of which were taken for granted.

"No need!"

When Yang Feng heard this, his face changed and his pupils shrank slightly.

He didn't know much about Mu Shan.

But I have also heard many rumors that he can break through the extremely strong city wall of Wancheng with three hammers, and his martial arts ranks first in Nanyang Yellow Turban.

Yang Feng didn't dare to meet him.

"That would be a pity!"

Hearing his refusal, Mu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, which proved that Yang Feng didn't know that Mu Shan had already led his troops to the expedition, otherwise he wouldn't be so afraid of Mu Shan.

Since then, he has gained some confidence in his heart.

Yang Feng looked at Mu Jing fiercely, and said coldly: "Mr. Mu, at the invitation of Mu Shuai, a certain family must report to Guo Shuai before returning to Hedong, and he will come to visit him in the future, but this matter is my responsibility today." Please don't interfere with the family affairs of Taiping Dao, Mr. Mu, there will be retribution in the future!"

"What a coincidence!"

Mu Jing smiled indifferently, his eyes were fixed on the girl in white skirt wearing a bamboo hat, and said softly: "My father is also a Taiping Daoist, and I just heard that His Highness has come to Nanyang, and wants to show his kindness as a landlord. Admire the demeanor of the saint, so let me invite His Highness to be a guest, I'm afraid I really can't promise Yang Shuai this matter!"

Mujing's refusal made Yang Feng's face gloomy.

This is a deadly mission entrusted to him by Mrs. Guo, and it is also related to the influence of Baibo Yellow Turban, so he is very careful, running thousands of miles to chase after him. There are more than 150 masters under his command, and there are only less than [-] people left. Seeing that he is about to succeed, suddenly A little kid like Mujing was killed in a hurry.He was already very upset.

Although he was not sure whether Mujing was Mushan's son, Mushan's name still frightened him, so he still didn't dare to do anything to Mujing. After all, this is Nanyang, and he might not be able to get out of Nanyang if he did something to Mujing. county.

But this time he couldn't afford to fail.

So when he heard Mujing's refusal, he shook his heart and frightened Mujing directly: "Young Master Mu, the soldiers of the Yellow Turbans are originally a family, and they should support each other. I, Hedong and Nanyang have always been friendly, and this is my Hedong Canal." Shuai Guo Shuai assigned the task, and I hope that Mr. Mu will consider the overall situation and don't make it difficult for a certain family!"

Mu Jing understood what he meant.

What he meant was to point out the Yellow Turban Army, not the Taiping Dao, just to tell him that they are all the Yellow Turban Army, so don’t hurt your peace because of the so-called Taiping Dao.

Logically speaking, these remnants of the Taiping Road are really not as powerful as the Yellow Turban Army in the Taiping Road. If the Taiping Road is just a group of rangers and magic sticks, even if the Yellow Turbans in the Riverside are suppressed, I heard that there are still tens of thousands of soldiers in the Baibo Valley. .

But Mujing knew that his mother and son were stubborn, if he just watched the Holy Maiden of Peace being taken away by Yang Feng, it would be difficult to explain to him.

"Yang Shuai, the body of the great virtuous and good teacher is not cold, but you want to rob Her Royal Highness, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the Taiping soldiers?"

Mu Jing said coldly: "I'm doing it for your own good!"

"Mr. Mu, this is not giving us Guo Shuai face!" Yang Feng's face was livid.

"This is Nanyang, Yang Shuai, it's because you don't give my father face!" Mu Jing must be strong, because only strength can suppress Yang Feng: "My son is going to invite His Royal Highness to be a guest today, if Yang Shuai If I don’t want to, I have to ask my father to negotiate!”

"Since this is the case, the only way to offend a certain family is to plead guilty to the Marshal in the future!"

Yang Feng drank coldly, waved the iron spear in his hand, and said to the soldiers under his command: "Do it, quick battle!"

"Young Master Mu, Commander Mu's intention, the little girl has taken it!"

The girl in white skirt under the protection of the Taiping God Guards suddenly spoke, and said quietly: "Today is the disaster of a little girl, it is not appropriate to involve Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu should go first, don't worry about me, he will not dare to kill me !"

"Yang Shuai, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get out of Nanyang?"

Hearing this, Mu Jing's expression trembled slightly, and his face was a little red. He was a bit macho, and he couldn't even protect a woman. He was somewhat ashamed and angry. At the same time, he also knew that he had underestimated. intention of.

From the perspective of the Holy Maiden of Peace, these people are determined to win at any cost, so he does not have a strong force to suppress them face to face, even if they are carried out of Mushan, they will not be able to scare people.

"kill!"

Yang Feng was expressionless, pointing coldly at the Taiping God Guards.

"Damn it, when will Brother Hu Zi move back to rescue the soldiers?" Mu Jing was a little impatient. If Yang Feng was more ruthless, let alone saving people today, even he might end up here.

"call out!"

Suddenly, in the mid-air of the void, a sharp arrow shot out against the wind and waves, like a meteor falling, with a flash of light, it pierced into a place less than one meter in front of Yang Feng.

Da da da! ! !
Immediately after that, there was a sound of horseshoes all around.

Everyone quickly looked around, and in the depths of their eyes, there were dozens of war horses rushing towards them with heavy air waves.

"uncle!"

Mu Jing looked up, and suddenly showed a smiling face.

It was Zhao Ping who came.

"Zhao Ping of a certain family in Nanyang, who dares to hurt my young master?" Zhao Ping rode his horse into the air, holding a longbow in his hand. It was obvious that he had shot the arrow just now. Feng, as long as Mu Jing gives an order, he can immediately besiege and kill them.

In addition to dozens of horsemen, more than 100 of his subordinates came slowly behind.

"not good!"

Yang Feng took a few steps back again and again, his face completely changed.

The soldiers around are not friendly, and the most important thing is that each of them has a bow and arrow in their hands. Once the bow and arrow are shot, no matter how strong their martial arts skills are, they are no more than flesh and blood. Arrows are fired.

"Yang Shuai, what shall we do?"

"We are surrounded!"

"Let's break through first!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers from the east of the river became flustered one by one. The surrounding battles could wipe them out completely. It is estimated that if there is a real fight, none of them can escape. After all, they have cavalry, and many soldiers have bows and arrows in their hands.

"Young master, are you alright?" Lei Hu galloped forward, jumped off the horse's back, and hurried up, his eyes full of worry.

"Brother Huzi, I'm fine, did you come in time?"

"I hadn't entered the city yet, and I happened to meet Uncle Zhao leading troops out of the city on patrol!" Lei Hu explained, if it wasn't a coincidence, it would take at least half an hour for Zhao Ping to lead his troops to reinforce.

After Mu Jingping calmed down, he took a step forward, raised his head slightly, and looked at Yang Feng: "Shuai Yang, do you want to go back home or follow me to see my father, my father's temper is not very good, he I have a lot of respect for His Highness, if I know that Yang Shuai is intimidating His Highness, I'm afraid I won't be as easy-talking as I am!"

"you……"

"This is Nanyang!" Mu Jing added emphatically, making Yang Feng feel cold all over.

"let's go!"

Yang Feng was helpless, he squinted at Mu Jing: "Young Master Mu taught me something today, I will keep it in my heart, and I will definitely pay back some of it in the future!"

"No delivery!"

Mu Jing could order them to be killed, but in the end he was merciful. After all, they were all Yellow Turban soldiers. Since the Yellow Turban Uprising, Yellow Turban soldiers have spread all over the world.

　Three o'clock at night!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)