Three Kingdoms: The Guan Family's Rebellious Son, Long Blessing Jing Xiang

The valve on the kerosene tank was turned down.

The speed at which the flying ball slowly descended became faster and faster.

All the people in the wicker basket, including Guan Xing, Cao Cao, Zhang Wei, Cheng Wu and others, were also excited.

Only the reason for this excitement is somewhat different.

Undoubtedly, Cao Cao was the most excited one.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

He laughed out loud.

Although only torches could be seen on the ground, it was not clear who was leading the troops, but it was expected that Xiahou Dun was already here.

And under the illumination of the increasing number of torches, Cao Cao seemed to have seen the moment when Wei Wu's hegemony was rebuilt.

He... still has so many supporters, so many children, and the four northern states as his base. He is still capable of turning the tide and supporting the Wei Dynasty from collapse.

“Hahaha…haha…”

Perhaps it was because he survived a calamity, or perhaps it was because he could not hide his inner excitement, Cao Cao's laughter never stopped since it appeared.

The landing place was a flat ground. In order to ensure safety, only the soldiers on the periphery lit torches and formed a circle. There was not a single soldier in the middle of the landing area.

When it was only a dozen meters away from the ground, Guan Xing slightly raised the valve to allow the flying ball to rise again. Slowly, the flying ball moved towards the designated landing site under the rotation of the wind wheel and was about to float past there.

It happened in a flash. Seeing the opportunity, Guan Xing threw an anchor from the rattan basket without hesitation.

The anchor was tied to a cable that was dozens of feet long. With a clang, the cable fell to the ground, and the anchor was dragged on the ground under the movement of the flying ball.

There are sharp barbs on the anchor. After being dragged, it will inevitably rub and collide with the rocks on the ground, throwing away the soil.

This action did not last long. Soon, the anchor hooked onto the rocks under the soil and got stuck between two rocks.

Guan Xing excitedly turned the winch connected to the iron plate, and then the flying ball fell rapidly.

Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet, five feet, one foot...

Because the descent speed was too fast, there was a strong gust of wind, and Cao Cao and the others could not help but lower their heads...

It was not until the last 10 feet that the speed slowed down, and with a slight "bang" I heard the flying ball fall to the ground.

Guan Xing didn't care about the flying ball. He was originally smiling, but now he looked fierce and said in a low voice: "Finally, we are here..."

As he spoke, he turned over and the bento jumped out of the wicker basket.

Seeing this, Cao Cao, Zhang Wei and others did not have any doubts. They thought that the flying ball soldier named "Li Qiu" went down first to check the situation of the flying ball, and then he would call them to get down the rattan basket.

only…

Five breaths, ten breaths, fifteen breaths, twenty breaths.

There was still no sound, but the torches that were originally formed in a circle nearby gradually gathered together and moved closer.

At this time, Cao Cao's hearty voice sounded, "Everyone, it's time to go down. Look, everyone has come to greet me. It's very warm and solemn—"

Having said that, Cao Cao took the lead and jumped out of the wicker basket.

But the moment he turned over, his eyes became dazed, as if he suddenly saw such a bright torch in the darkness of the whole night, which made him a little uncomfortable for a moment.

This is not a problem, but there is one thing that makes him feel that something is wrong.

In a trance, what he saw were soldiers wearing blood-red uniforms, the same color as the torches. This was the Han army uniform that symbolized the "fire virtue" of the Han Dynasty, but not the Wei army uniforms with yellow bases that symbolized the "earth" virtue of the Wei Dynasty.

In an instant, a huge cloud of doubt hung over Cao Cao's mind, making him dizzy and dazed.

--"wrong!"

Cao Cao seemed to have suddenly realized something. He subconsciously turned around and was about to go back into the wicker basket.

At this moment, a powerful, steady and restrained voice suddenly sounded among the rapidly surrounding torches.

——"Brother Meng De, long time no see!"

——"Brother Mengde, do you still remember Guan Yu, the Guan Yunchang who was stationed at Huarong Road at the end of the muddy trail in Yunmengze?"

This…

Instantly, Cao Cao's eyes widened as wide as they could. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw clearly... Under the torch, a man nine feet tall, with rouge-like lips and a face as red as a date, was riding on a red warhorse. He had phoenix eyes and long eyebrows... The only thing missing was the two-foot-long beard. But even so, he was still majestic, calm, and even as domineering and powerful as ever...

Cao Cao was very familiar with this man. He was the Guan Yu whom he often thought about!

But... being obsessed with someone and thinking about them from time to time is one thing, but meeting them under such circumstances is another.

"Kuan!"

Cao Cao almost gritted his teeth and chanted these three words word by word.

At the moment when these three words were chanted, Cao Cao suddenly woke up from his dream.
Cao Cao's heart was shattered in an instant... shattered and full of holes!

He almost subconsciously exclaimed, "So... So this is not Bingzhou!"

"Brother Meng De..." Guan Yu spoke again, and at the same time, countless Guan family soldiers had stepped forward and surrounded Cao Cao and his subordinates.

Guan Yu's voice continued, "This is indeed not Bingzhou, it is Wuzhangyuan not far from Chang'an!"

Hearing Guan Yu say this, Cao Cao couldn't help but close his eyes. He raised his head, exhaled, and then murmured: "From now on, Wuzhangyuan will also be famous in the world because of this meeting between you and me!"

Sigh, lament, lament...

For a moment, all kinds of emotions were imposed on the heart of the old man Cao Cao, as if in front of Guan Yu, he was no longer the high and mighty King of Wei, but an old man with shattered hopes.

Sad, lamentable——

At this time...

Guan Xing, who was standing not far from Cao Cao, stepped forward and knelt on one knee facing Guan Yu, "My unworthy son Guan Xing, finally... I have fulfilled my mission!"

It was Guan Xing's voice that brought a new round of shock to Cao Cao.

Li Qiu? Isn't his name Li Qiu?

Didn’t his father and brother die in the fire on Beimang Mountain?

Haha, haha, he... he is suspicious by nature... he is so stupid that he can't even tell the difference between friend and foe. And Xiahou Yuanrang, his eyes are blind, and his heart is... blind too!

It was at this moment that Cao Cao finally realized... he was trapped in a big net that had been woven for him long ago.

At this moment, Guan Yu's voice was heard again, "My son, get up quickly..."

After instructing his son, Guan Yu proudly introduced Guan Xing to Cao Cao, "Let me introduce you to Brother Meng De. This is my second son Guan Xing, Guan Anguo. When Luoyang was in chaos, your granddaughter Cao Ying and grandson-in-law Ma Jun died under his sword!"

This…

In an instant, Cao Cao, who had originally had a gloomy expression, suddenly widened his eyes, and his frowned brows almost sparked.

He was angry about the tragic deaths of his granddaughter and grandson-in-law...but he was even more shocked by Guan Xing's identity!
"Guan Xing? Guan Anguo?"

After chanting this name, Cao Cao's tone suddenly rose, his eyes widened, and he roared with all his might: "Didn't he die in Jingzhou?"

Facing Cao Cao's anger and roar, Guan Yu simply responded: "This time it's not Huarong Road!"

"Don't worry, Brother Meng De, let's talk slowly--"

...

...

The last time Zhang Liao went up to the arena to fight generals, he did not drink alcohol the night before. Instead, he rested early and cultivated his energy and spirit to the peak.

He changed into an inner lining, put on a silver chain mail, and took out the helmet that the Wei army soldiers specially named for him, "The Tiger Roaring to the Sky Helmet". Because many of the crescent halberds were broken into pieces, he only had one left.

But even so, when the crescent halberd pointed to the sky, the undying will to fight seemed to rise up instinctively and sincerely.

"hehe…"

Zhang Liao dusted off his armor and put on the "Tiger Roaring Sky Helmet". He murmured, "Today, there is no General of the Eastern Expedition of the Wei Dynasty, only Zhang Wenyuan of Yanmen, Bingzhou. I was born in the borderland, so why should I be afraid of death?"

“Hmph—”

The sword hangs at the waist and the spear is in hand.

Zhang Liao's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and he stepped out with the gait of a dragon and a tiger...

He expected that after a few days of drunkenness, all his soldiers should have surrendered.

But surprisingly, when the door was opened, there were rows of soldiers waiting outside.

"Yanmen Cai Yi, meet General Zhang——"

"Wuzhou Cui Ping, I pay my respects to General Zhang——"

"Liu Fang from Jinyang pays homage to General Zhengdong—"

"Xihe Linmu, I pay my respects to General Zhengdong—"

"Shangjun Shi Lei, swear to follow the general till death—"

"Li Yuan of Shangdang is willing to live and die with the general—"

……

One, two;
One hundred, two hundred... As far as the eye can see, there are fully five hundred Bingzhou men standing there, in a neat military formation, ready to fight. This is the heroic appearance of the Bingzhou Wolf Riders!
"pat..."

"pat..."

"pat..."

After paying their respects to Zhang Liao, these people all knelt on one knee, as if waiting for their general's orders.

At this time, a personal guard came over, leading Zhang Liao's grey warhorse. The personal guard's eyes were full of burning light. "Li Feng from Dongwuyang, I am willing to fight with you today... Even if I die on the battlefield, I will never let you be humiliated by the four sons of the Guan family again!"

Following his words…

"Dedede"...the gray shadow warhorse also neighed.

It seemed that even the warhorse recalled the time when it fought side by side with Zhang Liao...

Carrying the sky, straddling the gray shadow, the mighty Xiaoyaojin——

These extremely domineering rumors seemed to shroud the sky!
Wentian is the name of Zhang Liao’s crescent-shaped halberd!

The gray shadow was the warhorse that defeated the rear army of Eastern Wu and almost helped Zhang Liao capture Sun Quan alive.

At this moment, the glory of the past... seemed to shine back in an instant.

Yes…

Today, Zhang Liao no longer had to endure Guan Lin's humiliation. With his tacit consent, most of his soldiers surrendered. Even if there were flying balls all over the sky and a sea of ​​fire in Suanzao County, what was there to fear? Apart from his comrades in front of him, Zhang Liao had nothing to lose.

only…

He was confused, bewildered, puzzled...

"You..." "Why don't you surrender?"

"You know you are just like moths flying into a flame, but why do you want to follow me to seek death?"

Zhang Liao's eyes were red and his hands holding the halberd were shaking.

"General..." The man leading the horse stepped out of the line, his eyes filled with a deadly fighting spirit, "In the borderland, the barbarians invaded the border, and nine out of ten houses were deserted. The men of the northern border who grew up there never feared death, and only cared about how their families could survive!"

"We stayed here because we have no family, we are all alone, and we have no worries... We are willing to fight to the death with the general! But..."

At this point, the soldier paused, as if after a brief pause, he continued, "But General, you should know that those soldiers who left the city to surrender also did it for you. Only if they surrender and are not in this city, you will no longer be controlled by others and suffer the humiliation of the enemy..."

Speaking of which…

"war--"

"war--"

"war--"

Five hundred people looked up to the sky and shouted.

What they shouted was "war" instead of the humiliating "fighting the general". They would rather die on the battlefield in a sprint than have to watch the shame and helplessness of their general.

Their shouts caused the wind and clouds to change color, as if a hundred thousand wolf riders were roaring.

"General, mount your horse!"

The soldiers shouted again.

Zhang Liao jumped onto his horse, and the fierce wind blew on his Tiger Roaring Sky helmet, making a soft "dong" sound. He looked at the only 500 Bingzhou comrades left, and he sang with tears in his eyes: "Bingzhou Wolf Riders, the soldiers who went out to fight against the Han army, if they die today, they should be buried in Yanmen, to see the Han people crush the three tribes of Donghu... to avenge the thousands of border children!"

Zhang Liao felt that he would not live to see this day...

But, dead... Even if the Wei Dynasty is destroyed, there is still Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and... Guan Yunqi!

The day of sweeping across the border and recovering the Western Region will eventually come.

"kill--"

At this time, the soldiers howled...

One by one, they raised their spears, slung their swords, and jumped on their horses. They seemed to carry the fighting spirit and enthusiasm of a hundred thousand Bingzhou wolf riders, and stepped out of the open gate of Suanzao County in a heroic and high-spirited manner.

In the past, Zhang Liao was loyal to Ding Yuan, Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu, and Cao Cao...

But at this moment, his generosity and courage only want to be loyal to himself, loyal to his hometown, and complete his final destination.

The Bingzhou Wolf Riders who dominated the world and were once deified in Xiaoyaojin... they are still there! They are back again.

The autumn wind is howling, the flags are fluttering in the wind, and the sand and murderous atmosphere are echoing in the Central Plains.

Zhang Liao was the first to step out and shouted, "Zhang Wenyuan of Yanmen is here, why don't you send your troops to fight me to the death?"

"The Bingzhou Wolf Riders are here! Come quickly and fight us to the death!"

"The Bingzhou Wolf Riders are here! Come quickly and fight us to the death!"

Five hundred Shanxi men roared with spears in hand...

The murderous aura that could only be found in the border areas was fully displayed in front of everyone.

That crazy, insane, hysterical look, that unyielding, death-seeking, and determination blended together...

They raised their arms and roared, the sound shaking the sky.

At this time Guan Lin also walked out of the military tent. He did not expect that Zhang Liao in desperate situation...the few Bingzhou soldiers in desperate situation could still burst out with such a strong aura and fighting spirit.

With one general in front and five hundred assassins following behind, they took the initiative to challenge... This scene was too shocking to be described in words.

"tread…"

"tread…"

Guan Lin stepped onto the chariot, his cloak fluttering in the strong wind. Looking at Zhang Liao's expression, Guan Lin couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "I was wrong. Zhang Liao is still the Zhang Liao in Xiaoyaojin. He will not admit defeat, nor will he give in, and he will not surrender because his will collapses..."

At this time, Guan Lin realized that giving his all... was the greatest respect he could give to Zhang Liao.

Perhaps in every era and every chaotic world, there are always some people who are worthy of awe. Undoubtedly, Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan, who guarded the national gate at Yanmen, killed Tadun at Bailang, and defeated 100,000 troops at Xiaoyaojin, and the Bingzhou Wolf Riders behind him, are among them.

"Come, fight me to the death—"

Zhang Liao's crescent halberd flashed a silver light, and the roaring voice came again.

At this moment, he roared, "Kill——"

Then, with him in the lead, five hundred Bingzhou Wolf Riders followed closely and charged forward in unison, sweeping towards Guan Lin—

Guan Lin waved the command flag, "Where are Ling Tong and Gan Ning?"

"The general is here!"

"If Zhang Liao and the Bingzhou Wolf Riders reach 500 steps, you two will be the generals and lead more than a thousand heavily armored soldiers to stop them!"

"promise--"

"Where are Jiang Wei, Guan Yinping, Zhou Cang, Wang Fu, and Liao Hua?"

"The general is here!"

"After the crossbows are fired, everyone lead your troops to charge forward!"

"promise!"

"Where are He Qi and Jiang Qin?"

"The general is here!"

"Immediately, release the crossbow——"

"promise…"

Following Guan Lin's order, the entire Han army moved instantly... The rows of infantry quickly made way to make room for the crossbowmen behind them.

"Listen to my command, load the crossbow—"

He Qi and Jiang Qin are already giving orders...

Guan Lin squinted his eyes at this time. He looked at Zhang Liao rushing towards him and imagined that it was the same as it was at Bailang Mountain and Xiaoyaojin back then.

For a moment, he actually wanted to stop He Qi and Jiang Qin, and he wanted to give them more instructions.

"Alive!"

But in the end, he didn't say this.

Being merciful to the enemy on the battlefield is being cruel to yourself, not to mention... when dealing with a powerful general like Zhang Liao, the three words "keep him alive" are really too humiliating.

"kill!"

Zhang Liao's horse was about to charge. He kicked the belly of his warhorse Gray Shadow with his feet and charged forward with his crescent halberd in hand.

Looking down from the sky, it was like a ray of silver light quickly passing across the earth, rushing towards the vast army and the crossbow formation that was ready for battle.

"shoot--"

Jiang Qin gave an order.

Suddenly, dense crossbow arrows whistled out, like heavy rain, like thunder, like a swarm of locusts, and shot directly at the five hundred fearless and brave Bingzhou Wolf Riders.

"boom…"

Zhang Liao swung his crescent halberd...silver light slashed down from the sky, smashing a row of crossbow arrows. His face was ferocious, and he galloped on his horse despite the pain in his arms.

"Om-"

"Whizzing--"

One crossbow arrow after another pierced through the chests of the Bingzhou Wolf Riders. The Wolf Riders were fearless, but facing so many crossbow arrows, their lives were still too insignificant.

Cai Yi of Yanmen died, Cui Ping of Wuzhou died, Liu Fang of Jinyang died, too...

When the five hundred men rushed to the enemy camp, less than ten were left.

And this time...

Jiang Wei, Guan Yinping, Zhou Cang, Wang Fu, the first group of Han generals have already met Zhang Liao's crescent halberd...

Zhang Liao did not dare to fight... and he did not dare to use his crescent halberd to wrestle with the opponent's weapon...

At this time, several familiar faces rushed to Zhang Liao's side.

It was Lin Mu from Xihe, Shi Lei from Shangjun... and six or seven others that Zhang Liao couldn’t name.

"General, please continue to move forward. I will cover you——"

As they were talking, these people were already fighting with Jiang Wei, Guan Yinping, Zhou Cang, Wang Fu, and Liao Hua.

But there are Gan Ning and Ling Tong, as well as Jiang Qin and He Qi...

These four generals who were severely injured by Zhang Liao in the battle of Xiaoyaojin, at this moment, are like four door gods fighting with Zhang Liao here...

"唵啷啷啷-"

All kinds of long-handled weapons were aimed at Zhang Liao...

Behind them, the few Bingzhou Wolf Riders were no match for Jiang Wei and Guan Yinping. They quickly dealt with them and they also fought back together.

In the end...

Jiang Wei, Guan Yinping, Zhou Cang, Wang Fu, Gan Ning, Ling Tong, Jiang Qin, He Qi...

The nine of them surrounded Zhang Liao.

So much so that... Zhang Liao's horse was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground... Only Zhang Liao, who fell off his horse, used his crescent-shaped halberd to force himself to stand up.

Facing nine Han generals and nine war horses, he smiled. He looked around and found that all his five hundred brothers from Bingzhou were dead... He had no more worries.

At this moment, he was completely relieved and began to laugh. Although he looked the most embarrassed, he uttered the cruelest words.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"Nine, huh?"

"Do you know how many famous generals of the Eastern Wu were hunted down by me at Xiaoyaojin?"

Zhang Liao even read out their names one by one: "Lü Meng, Chen Wu, Gan Ning, Ling Tong, Pan Zhang, Song Qian, Xu Sheng, Ding Feng, Jiang Qin, He Qi... ten, a full ten! Compared to you today, there is still one less! Ah... come on... come on——"

At this moment, Zhang Liao's eyes were extremely ferocious, and his body was shaking as countless blood was spilled -

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…(End of chapter)