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

Following.

The sun is rising.

The entire Tianyue Mountain is golden.

In the center of Chibi Camp, the crimson ribbon rises with the wind.

More than five hundred young sons crisscrossed the line, all staring at the banner with blazing eyes.

The people of the Qiao clan, the literate people in the camp lined up in front, and there were also Chibi Army officers and soldiers around them, and the people of the camp were watching.

Among them, there are those who have grudges in their hearts, and there are those who have longing in their hearts.

“Boom.”

“Boom.”

“Boom.”

Three beating drums sounded.

Liao Hua, Zhou Jin, Huang Qi, and Zhao Yi came in armor.

“Snap.”

“Snap.”

Wang Xiong coarse linen clothes added to his body.

Holding the handle of the knife at his waist, the dragon stepped onto a high platform like a tiger.

“Master.”

“Master.”

Young sons, soldiers, people, roar with enthusiasm.

Wang Xiong, the lord of the Chibi camp and the commander of the Chibi Army.

When they were in the dark, the only light that shone through the haze.

“Guys.”

Wang Xiong said two words.

In an instant, the entire center of the camp was silent.

The people of the Qiao clan, Qiao Rui, and the big and small Qiao who were watching were shocked in their hearts.

They did not expect that Wang Xiong’s reputation in this camp had reached such a point.

“Five years ago.”

“Dong Zhuo minted money in Chang’an.”

“Shigu Yihu 500,000, beans and wheat 200,000, people cannibalize, white bones accumulate, wreckage and flesh, smelly roads.”

“Three years ago.”

“The southland is flooded, and Jingyang suffers.”

“There is the pain of zombies in the household, the mourning of crying in the room, or the mourning of the closed door, or the mourning of the family, and the person who dies here, the one who is in the household.”

“Have you ever forgotten this?”

Wang Xiong’s eyes were fierce, and his words echoed like a knife.

“Don’t dare to forget.”

“Never forget.”

In an instant, the roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The Yellow Turban Army was a remnant party, and many of them joined the camp later.

Whether it is the random distribution of money or the epidemic of boils in the earth, it is the suffering they have experienced.

“The people suffer.”

“The wine and flesh of the Keshi people stink.”

Wang Xiong raised his sword to the sky and said sharply: “Mighty and plundering the fields, the servants of the Shi clan, they are despicable and greedy, they deprive us of our vitality, ravage our dignity, and want to step on us into dust and turn us into the nourishment of the vigorous Shi clan. ”

“Reluctantly.”

“I’d rather die.”

“Kill, kill, kill!”

The young son was angry and angry, and the people’s eyes were bloody.

The four thousand Chibi Army officers raised their heads and roared, and the sound of killing rushed straight to Jiuxiao.

“Hiss.”

“Kill the sky.”

Qiao Rui whispered with trembling hearts.

The more than ten clansmen of the Qiao clan were even more unbearable, trembling under the murderous aura.

“This is war.”

“The war that has long unfolded.”

“There may be sacrifices, maybe there will be perishing in the war, but only after struggle can there be victory!”

“Today, the Chibi Army is the vanguard of your journey, even if the shroud of Mag and the return of flesh and blood to dust, we will pass it down through the ages!”

“Five hundred young sons is the future of the Chibi Army.”

“From today onwards, you will study for the rise of the Chibi Army, and Chibi will win.” Wang Xiong’s words were exciting, his blood was surging, and he was sonorous and powerful to encourage people’s hearts.

“Chibi will win.”

“The Lord will prevail.”

“Read for the rise of the Chibi Army.”

At this moment, the Chibi camp shouted and shook the sky.

The hearts of the young sons, the people, and the soldiers have never been more cohesive and exciting.

If Wang Xiong inherited Wang Meng’s legacy a few days ago and became famous in Tianyue Mountain, then at this moment, he was single-handedly suppressing the camp.

“School starts.”

Wang Xiong put away the long knife and walked towards the council hall.

Motivating people, collecting their own use, has been done.

From now on, there will be only one voice in Tianyue Mountain, and that is himself.

“Master.”

“This man is extraordinary.”

Qiao Shun’s eyes were full of shock and horror.

The sun was in the sky, the people gathered, and an unparalleled oath speech caused the heavens and the earth to change color and the mountains trembled.

It was a sight they had never seen before and would surely be remembered for the rest of their lives.

“Qixiong.”

“A true hero.”

Qiao Rui pinched her beard and said in shock.

This day.

Chibi Camp School opened.

Five hundred young sons, nearly thirty of whom were taught by teachers.

Everyone went hand in hand, even the clumsy young son, who was immersed in hard work with great ambition.

Reading for the rise of the Chibi Army will be an oath that they engrave in their bones and blood, even if the shroud of Mag and the return of flesh and blood to dust.

This is metamorphosis.

From bandits, to the transformation of the Chibi Army.

Whether it is the people or the soldiers, after this baptism, they will wash away the yellow turban imprint and completely become the Chibi Army.

They will no longer consider themselves bandits.

It is a division of justice established to fight suffering, to fight deprivation.

“Gongzi.”

“You are an enemy of the world.”

Da Qiao followed Wang Xiong’s footsteps, and his words were full of anxiety.

The Chibi Army is originally a bandit, and today’s oath has almost placed the entire camp on the opposite side of the mighty and powerful of the Shi clan, which is the way to death.

“Snap.”

Wang Xiong stopped and turned around.

Da Qiao said without fear: “In the world, with the Shi clan as the power, if the words of the prince today are spread, they will definitely be targeted by everyone.” ”

“Do I have a choice?”

Wang Xiong’s gaze was fierce.

Cao Cao, Liu Biao, Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao, Sun Ce.

These powerful enemies on one side are all from the powerful and powerful Shi clan.

Even Liu Bei, who rose later, bears the name of a Han clan relative, and he is just a thief from the yellow turban.

In this era of prestige.

If he wanted to conquer the world, he couldn’t use the powerful disciples of the Shi clan.

There are no ministers who rule the world, no generals who are good at war, and all he can use is the suffering people who are shrouded in natural and man-made disasters.

So, he never had a choice.

To be an enemy of the clan is to be an enemy of the world?

Even if this road is densely packed with thorns and surrounded by strong enemies, it can only go one way to the dark.

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