Three Kingdoms: The maid Big and Small Qiao, I dominate Koto

The first year of Xingping.

The Great Han was overshadowed, and the imperial sunset was westward.

In the north, Yuan Shao fought with Gongsun Zan with the general trend, and both sides had their own victories and defeats.

In the Central Plains, Cao Cao sat in Yanzhou, wielded tens of thousands of troops, and opened his own road to hegemony.

In the south, Liu Zhang defended Yizhou and Liu Biao sat in Jingzhou without moving, but Jiangdong fell into a situation of princes, warlords, and Shanyue contending.

Middle reaches of the Yangtze River.

South bank, Jiangxia Chibi.

The Tianyue Mountain Range, with its peaks and mountains, stretches across two states and three counties along the river.

East Foothills.

Mountains and forests.

The wooden village is scattered, and flags are planted everywhere.

In the center of the camp, a big pole faced the wind, and eight big characters were written on the flag like a wolf with a pen.

‘The heavens are dead; ”

“Yellow sky stands.”

The yellow turban, where faith is.

Unfortunately, these eight words have begun to fade after years of washing.

In the camp, you can vaguely see people shuttling by, and smoke rises.

Whenever they pass by the yellow turban, people stop for a long time, their eyes full of confusion and hesitation.

“Yellow Turban Army.”

“Remnants of the old times.”

“Sooner or later, it will be wiped out by the little overlord of Jiangdong.”

Wang Xiong’s posture is tall, his eyebrows are heroic, standing in front of the yellow turban, his expression is full of indescribable solemnity and helplessness.

Rebirth.

Through.

These are all inexplicable miracles.

Only he understands that he runs through thousands of years of ancient history.

Once stood in the clouds, witnessed blood stained green mountains, corpses like the sea, and years turned into dust.

It also witnessed the prosperity and decline of one dynasty after another, and finally the soul fluttered in this camp and became the successor of the Yellow Turban remnant party.

Fate? Or maybe you should have been born here….

“Gongzi.”

“The sin of Yuan Jian is unforgivable.”

A sturdy boy kneeling in front of the big rope and kowtowing.

“Liaohua.”

“My real name is Liao Chun.”

“A wealthy family in the south of the country for generations.”

Wang Xiong turned to gaze, his gaze a little more complicated.

Three days ago.

The Yellow Turban Qu marshal Wang Meng used the ship as a boat.

Leading hundreds of people, intercepting ships in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River.

Unfortunately, when returning to the camp, he encountered the parade army of Jiangxia Taishou Huangzu.

In order to protect Liao Hua, who had just joined the Yellow Turban Army, Wang Meng was pierced by an arrow.

Before returning to the camp, he died in the area of Tongshan County, and as the son of Wang Meng, he also saddened after hearing the bad news, and only then did he occupy the Magpie’s Nest.

“Boom.”

Liao Hua looked up.

The pupils were full of horror, and he kept swallowing spit.

The Yellow Turban Army, since the beginning of the Zhangjiao Uprising, has been a mortal enemy with the Shi clan.

After being a family of Chunan, it is an indelible fact, and with his identity, once he is jealous, it will inevitably be the end of a different position.

“Get up.”

Wang Xiong waved his hand and walked to the council hall.

“Oh.”

Liao Hua gritted his teeth and followed.

Now.

Three people gathered in the council hall.

These are the old ministries of the Yangzhou Yellow Turban.

“Gongzi.”

“Young Prince.”

Seeing Wang Xiong enter the hall, the three got up to greet each other.

However, it is more about Liao Hua cold eyebrows, and there is murderous intent in his eyes.

“Sit down.”

Wang Xiong lifted his robe and sat on a large tiger skin chair.

“Oh.”

The three sat down one after another.

“Guys.”

Wang Xiong’s gaze swept over everyone, and he frowned: “Back then, the great sage and good master raised things, and the family father accompanied Wu Huan to fight the meeting, but it is a pity that Wu Huanqu Shuai was killed by Liuzan in the first battle, and the family father brought you to Tianyue Mountain to be a thief who robbed the river, but right.” ”

“Yes.”

The three said respectfully.

“The world is in chaos.”

“Jingzhou doesn’t care.”

Wang Xiong said in a deep voice: “A month ago, the imperial court sent Liu Xiu, the minister of the imperial family, to succeed him as the pastor of Yangzhou, this person and Yuan Shu are in the same situation, there will be a battle between them, it is difficult for us to survive in the cracks, if anyone wants to go down the mountain today to serve the people, I can scatter money and food.” ”

“Gongzi.”

“There is no need to say much about this.”

“Today, Gongzi is my waiting marshal.”

Suddenly, the entire council hall was boiling and full of enthusiastic words.

“This…!”

Wang Xiong’s eyes were full of difficulty.

“Qu Shuai.”

“The last general Zhou Jin meets Qu Shuai.”

“Last General Huang Qi meets Qu Shuai.”

“The last general Liao Hua meets Qu Shuai.”

Liao Hua, Huang Qi, Zhou Jin, and Zhao Yi all stood up to bow.

“You…!”

“You guys…!”

Wang Xiong looked helplessly at Liao Hua and the others.

From the afterlife.

He knew too well the end of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty.

Since Zhang Jiao’s death, the Yellow Turban Army that set off the Eight States Rebellion is the remnant party of the old era that was swept into the pile of history by the Han Dynasty.

Since the founding of the An’an year, it has been an era of hegemony and chasing the world.

So.

Disbanded the remnants of the party and went north to Yanzhou.

Following Boss Cao to establish the Great Wei is his life plan.

Unexpectedly, when the cheap daddy died, these old remnants of the party not only did not disperse, but also wanted him to be a marshal?

“Qu Shuai.”

Liao Hua gritted his teeth and said: “Wang Mengqu Shuai’s revenge has not yet been repaid, and today’s chaos is just in response to the words of the great sage and good teacher, I will ask Qu Shuai to take the throne and carry on the aspiration of peace.” ”

“Good.”

Huang Qi and the three immediately dispersed a little bit of Liao Hua’s killing intent.

“Ding, detect the player’s establishment of forces, and the empire campaign system begins to match.”

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