Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

Chapter 193 The Xianbei people are scared
  Zhang Wuqiang held back the thought of calling Xiao Hong back to take him away.

The road was so slippery that the speed of riding a horse and running on legs were almost the same. To call Chi Ji back was to leave his companions to be buried with him.

That's right, it's a burial.

If he was resurrected nineteen times, Zhang Wu would still have the confidence to fight, but he could only be resurrected four times, and he himself felt very cold.

"The goose pecked the eye all day long without even thinking about it. System, you are really good at flying pigeons."

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"Evil ghost, Chief Kebineng said that if you put down your weapon, I will keep you alive." A small Xianbei leader shouted to Zhang Wu from a distance surrounded by people.

Kebineng's tribe is close to the border of Youzhou, and he admires Han culture, so there are still some Xianbei people in the tribe who can speak some Chinese.

However, the method of persuading surrender was a bit too childish for Zhang Wu.

It's not that Zhang Wu is narcissistic. With his martial arts skills and his status in Cao's camp, there is absolutely no one in this world who dares to recruit him.

If someone really had the guts to recruit him, wouldn't he be worried that Zhang Wu would revolt and move his head?
  Zhang Wu sneered: "Bah, you are nothing but you come to persuade me. Call Kebineng out, and I will tell him personally."

The young leader of Xianbei had no intention of going back to inform Ke Bineng. He waved directly and the army started moving again, rushing towards Zhang Wu.

"Humph, you really are a courageous gangster."

With a wave of the Overlord Spear, Zhang Wu could only advance but not retreat.

The war between one person and one army is about to break out.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, splashing mist on the grass leaves, and the world was shrouded in a layer of smoke.

Even from a few steps away, he couldn't see clearly what was ahead.

More and more Xianbei people were swarming around like dense ants.

While the Overlord Spear was wielding like an airtight weapon, Zhang Wu didn't use much force and relied entirely on his exquisite spear skills to fend off the enemy.

Either it stings the throat, or it hits key locations such as the center of the eyebrows and the heart.

Not seeking to frighten the enemy, only seeking to kill with one blow.

It would be shocking to smash someone into a bloody mess or split them into two pieces, but it would be difficult to beat them like that.

Let alone face 50,000 Xianbei people armed with steel knives. If they really fight like that, even if they are 50,000 pigs, Zhang Wu will not be able to kill them.

"System, do you think I am the unluckiest time traveler? I was killed by my own system."

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"You are really an idiot. If you have nothing to do, read some novels to see what other people's systems are like. Look at you, you don't even have the most basic communication function."

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  At this time, I didn't even have anyone to talk to, and I was really as lonely as snow.

Time passed by, and there were more and more corpses around.

Zhang Wu is also particular about killing enemies. His range of activities has always been fixed in a small circle about fifty meters in diameter. All enemies that enter this range will be stabbed to death. As for those outside, they will be completely ignored.

In this way, the Xianbei people only died within a certain range.

Gradually, there were more and more corpses at Zhang Wu's feet.

In the past, he only knew that the idiom "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood" was an idiom, but now, before seeing the sea of ​​blood, he used his own way to build a mountain of corpses.

Anyway, the surrounding water mist was so grand that it was impossible for the Xianbei people in the distance to shoot him with arrows. As the mountain of corpses under his feet got higher and higher, the Xianbei people below wanted to kill him, so they could only climb to the top by stepping on the corpses of their own people. Enough to reach Zhang Wu. The battle continues.

The furious Xianbei people knew that this was the best opportunity they could find.

Under the exaggeration of the leaders of various clans, they have regarded Zhang Wu as a man-eating demon. As long as the demon does not die today, their clansmen and relatives will suffer in the future.

No one retreated. Even if Zhang Wu stepped on the high mountain of corpses, they still climbed up without fear of death.

Zhang Wu was like a tireless machine, accurately stabbing to death every Xianbei who appeared in his field of vision.

Kebineng was equally ruthless. He directly ordered the tribesmen to build tents around the mountain of corpses, with a thousand people as a combat unit.

One thousand people charge, one thousand people collect the corpses of the clan members, so that the mountain of corpses will not be piled too high and difficult to attack, and the rest take turns to rest and take shelter from the rain. Day and night. Even at night, the Xianbei tribesmen who were charging could still rely on the weak firelight coming from the tents to kill them.

Zhang Wu was not given any time to breathe.

Ke Bi could think clearly, he just wanted to drag Zhang Wu to death.

Indeed, his plan worked.

In the early morning of the third day, the heavy rain still continued.

When the Xianbei man's scimitar struck Zhang Wu's armor for the first time, everyone was excited.

Zhang Wu.

That terrible evil spirit is not unkillable or invincible!
  He will also be injured, and he will bleed when he is injured!

They climbed even more crazily towards the mountain of corpses.

The fighting lasted for two days and two nights, and no water came in. Zhang Wu felt equally uncomfortable.

He could clearly feel that his arms were getting heavier and heavier, and the rain kept pouring into the armor, making it more and more difficult for him to swing the war gun every time.

There was also a burning pain in my chest.

After being soaked by the rain, it was already a little inflamed.

Staying without sleep, without eating or drinking, for two days and twenty-four hours, this is far beyond the limit that a person can achieve.

The limbs seemed to be filled with iron and lead.

My vision is getting blurry.

"If it doesn't work out, it's better to die. Let's start over with another life."

Zhang Wu has thought about giving up countless times, but he only has four chances. Every time he uses it, he loses one time. Every life is his hope to survive.

His current achievements are enough to be recorded in the annals of history. There are still so many beautiful wives and concubines waiting for him in the distance, and there are high-ranking officials and generous salaries waiting for him in Xuchang.

The life he once longed for was right in front of him, and he had yet to fully enjoy it.

It is not easy to live a new life, but to die like this is a bit too frustrating!
  By the night of the third day, Zhang Wu had more and more wounds. With the loss of blood, he finally used up the last bit of strength in his body.

His left foot fell into the air and fell into the mountain of corpses.

Just when the Xianbei people cheered crazily and wanted to swarm Zhang Wu into pieces with swords, they saw that the ferocious iron spear that had been silent started to move again.

"Xianbei dog sons! Come and accept your fate!"

(End of this chapter)