Chapter 829: First Meeting with Liu, Guan and Zhang

In the wilderness of Huangtupo, two groups of people were shouting and killing. One group of people, wearing light leather armor, holding swords, shields and guns, was unstoppable, killing the other group of people and making them throw away their armor and helmets. Even though they had defeated the other group, they were still shouting and chasing after them.

Except for a few of the fastest people who were fully armored, the majority of the people being chased and hacked were in rags, and the shoes on their feet were mostly straw sandals. The equipment on their bodies was even more varied, and the armor they found from nowhere was tightly tied to their bodies. Most of the weapons were long swords, and some even held iron forks. At a glance, it was clear that they were a group of miscellaneous soldiers with no fighting power.

This group of miscellaneous soldiers all wore yellow scarves and had no rules in their behavior and fighting, but it was also understood that these people were an organization.

On the battlefield far away, where corpses were lying, many flags fell to the ground, with many black footprints and dark red blood on them. In addition to the five-sided flag, words could be vaguely seen on a few flags, which read "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, the year is Jiazi, and the world is auspicious"...

A knight rode on a short, not very tall warhorse, waving a long sword in his hand, looking at the beardless child in front of him who was already scared and standing still, with the corners of his mouth pulled up, revealing a grim smile, driving the warhorse and raising the long sword, wanting to cut off his head with a single sword, and add it to his merit book.

Before Wang Yan came to his senses, he heard a slight sound of breaking wind, and felt that his hair stood on end, and his alarm bells rang loudly.

In an instant, he took a step back and avoided the knight who still had a grim smile on his mouth, and his face changed before he could turn to surprise.

The knight watched as the beardless boy started running again, and grabbed the reins in just a few steps. Before he could react, his knife was taken away and he was pulled off the horse. He lay on the ground, stepped on by the horse behind him, and stepped on by the people behind him. He stared unwillingly, vomited blood, and was dead.

Wang Yan clamped the horse's belly and galloped, but it was also a fast gallop compared to a person's running. The horse was not of good quality, and his weight of more than 200 pounds, which rose and fell on the horse, still affected the horse's speed. The knight behind was about to catch up.

It was not until then that he took the time to look at himself. The same coarse linen clothes, tattered clothes, straw sandals on his feet, and a yellow scarf tied on his forehead. How could he not tell the situation? He, Wang, had become a believer of the Great Sage and a member of the Yellow Turban Army.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out in the seventh year of Guanghe and lasted for more than half a year. The heroes of the late Han Dynasty appeared here. The Yellow Turban Army, which could not survive by digging for food in the fields, became the experience babies of the heroes of the late Han Dynasty. They all made some names and merits by fighting the Yellow Turban Army.

While taking the time to receive the identity information, Wang Yan looked around the entire battlefield and judged the time information. Now the sun is shining, the skin still feels a little cool, and the trees in the distance are fresh green. I silently estimated that it was about March or April. It has not been long since the Yellow Turban Uprising. It should be located in the north. Combined with the situation of the entire Yellow Turban Uprising, it should be in the Youji area now.

At this time, he also accepted his identity information. There is nothing to praise. He grew up in exile and farmed for the landlord for a living. He was treated harshly and saw that he could not survive, so he killed the landlord and fled. When the Yellow Turban Army broke out, he joined the Yellow Turban Army and followed him to eat.

As for who the main general here is, it is not very clear. There are more than a thousand people on both sides of the battlefield. I think the main general is not a celebrity.

His mind raced, and the pursuers behind him were coming in the blink of an eye, and someone even shot an arrow in the back. Wang Yan flipped on his horse, holding his sword to shake the arrows that were shot at him, occasionally reaching out to grab an arrow, and throwing it back like a dart.

Just at this moment, with a loud shout, a fast horse came from behind. The horse was indeed a good horse, and it kept closing the distance between it and Wang Yan. The man on the horse was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and round eyes, a swallow jaw and a tiger beard, and his voice was like a thunder, and his momentum was like a galloping horse. He wielded a snake spear with his eyes wide open, and thrust the spear straight into Wang Yan's heart.

He shouted: "Your grandfather is here, I'm going to die."

Seeing the man's appearance, Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew this man. Who else could it be but Zhang Fei and Zhang Yi? His hometown was still flooding two thousand years later.

Wang Yan's mouth curled up, he dodged the sharp spear tip, grabbed the wax pole of the spear calmly, and flew up from his horse, turned around and swung his sword.

Zhang Fei was confident in his martial arts, and he didn't believe that there were any masters among the Yellow Turban bandits. Facing the sudden situation at this time, he was panicked but not chaotic. He gritted his teeth and pulled the spear shaft hard, trying to take the weapon back, but he also felt the great force transmitted through the spear body. In the face of the incoming knife light, he quickly used all his strength to pull the gun back to avoid being beheaded by this knife. At the same time, he drew out the saber at his waist and tried to fight back.

But Wang Yan would never give Zhang Fei this opportunity. He was already in a volley posture. Now Zhang Fei was pulling him over, and Zhang Fei's horse was faster, so he was already above Zhang Fei at this time. So without waiting for Zhang Fei to make more moves, the back of the knife hit Zhang Fei's hand, and at the same time kicked him off the horse.

Zhang Fei felt the pain and let go, then he felt a strong force coming at him, and when he came to his senses, he was already rolling on the ground. Fortunately, his reaction was not comparable to that of an ordinary soldier, otherwise he would have followed the footsteps of the man whose horse was taken away by Wang Yan before, and was trampled to death.

After a brief fight and a competition of strength, Wang Yan knew that Zhang Fei was not weak. Maybe he was just starting out and did not have much combat experience, but he had a good foundation. Some people were born to fight. Zhang Fei's family conditions were good, he had good food and drink, and he was well-maintained. He was big and strong, which was not comparable to ordinary people. And there were some rules in his fight. There must be inheritance in his family. I think he had used strong medicine to strengthen his body.

It was just that Zhang Fei underestimated the enemy and did not take Wang Yan seriously, so he was kicked off the horse. If the two of them were taught to fight fairly, they could still fight for a few rounds. Wang Yan did not want Zhang Fei's life, otherwise, he would not have used the back of the knife to pull his hand, but the blade to wipe his neck.

Although this is the world of romance, Wang Yan is holding a spear that is more than four meters long and quite heavy, although Zhang Fei is on the martial arts list. If there is anyone in this world who can fight Wang Yan alone, perhaps only the legendary Lu Bu.

Seeing Zhang Fei is not enough to judge what is going on now, but it is certain that it is the early days of the Yellow Turbans, and that Liu Bei and Guan Yu must be among the pursuers behind them. After all, the three brothers are not separated, and there are few pursuers now. It is estimated that it is the 500 troops that Liu Bei started with.

The horses were donated by Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang, two big merchants in Zhongshan, 50 horses. The weapons of Liu, Guan and Zhang were also funded by these two. As for manpower, it is a family investment.

At any time, the village party is relatively rampant, especially now that the Han Dynasty is essentially controlled by the aristocratic families, and there are a bunch of families on every piece of land. Liu Bei and Zhang Fei are both supported by the clan. These followers are mostly raised in the same village, and with the local recruits, they have such a team.

As for Guan Yu, he killed the local tyrant landlord in his hometown, and his identity is probably the same as Wang Yan. He would not dare to go back if he was not awesome enough, so among the three, Guan Yu did not bring money into the group, relying purely on martial arts.

With all sorts of thoughts in his mind, Wang Yan rode the fast horse he had snatched from Zhang Fei and ran away, catching up with the Yellow Turban soldiers who were fleeing in front of him. Many of them even threw away their weapons, and threw away the armor they were wearing while running. This was a real abandonment of armor.

Wang Yan ignored the large army and rode a fast horse to catch up with the few people who had already run far away on their horses. These people were the leaders of their team and their confidants. Otherwise, how could horses be so precious and be distributed to people casually?

He didn't say a word of nonsense. He repeated the way Zhang Fei stabbed him from behind. The difference was that he could escape from Zhang Fei's men and snatch weapons and horses, but these people were stabbed to death one by one.

He didn't even say any extra nonsense to his superiors. All eight riders in this line were stabbed to death.

Then Wang Yan reined in his horse and looked back, sticking his spear on the ground, looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers running towards him indifferently.

These people were pale and thin, and they could not survive. They joined the Yellow Turbans with the intention of doing something, thinking that burning, killing and looting would give them enough food and clothing. Indeed, when they just started the uprising, they were very powerful and had a few full meals. But when the court organized the army to start the suppression, they were defeated repeatedly and ran around everywhere. They could not eat enough and were chased and chopped.

In a short period of time, Wang Yan had already thought about the future development path.

He couldn't go to the Han Dynasty now. The ship was about to sink. He had no money and no connections. He couldn't even buy an official position. What's more, he was a Yellow Turban thief. Don't underestimate the level of investigation in ancient times. It was just slow and inefficient. It could be found by tracing various social relationships. It just took a lot of time and manpower, and ordinary people couldn't use it.

As for really working for Zhang Jue wholeheartedly, it was impossible. There were hundreds of thousands of people in a mighty force, but they were brushed as copies by others in less than a year. Even though Wang Yan is a man of natural talent, he is only an 18-year-old young man. In the Yellow Turban Army, which is also severely strife-ridden, he needs to fight for a long time to get ahead. Only in this way can he rise step by step. Now he goes to Zhang Jue to offer advice and ask for the command of the Yellow Turban Army. It is magnanimous of Zhang Jue that he is not beheaded.

But the large organized force of the Yellow Turban Army collapsed in less than a year, and there was not enough time for Wang Yan to play. Moreover, compared with making maneuvers in the old system, it is simpler to build a new organization by yourself, without dragging down the old system, and without many internal struggles that waste energy.

So these people in front of him are the empire's team. He has to reorganize and bring out the combat effectiveness of these people. But before that, he has to pass this stage where Liu Bei is chasing him relentlessly.

"Stop, don't run anymore. The government army has many horses. How can we run faster than four legs? The military marquis only took his confidants and fled on horseback, leaving us to cover their retreat. He ignored the lives of his brothers and was killed by someone. For now, the only way to survive is to fight them to the death. I have something to say, listen carefully. From now on, I am the military marquis. Those who disobey my orders will be killed. Now, listen to my orders and line up to meet the enemy."

"Why should I listen to you? In my opinion, you should listen to me. I am the captain of the garrison, you hairless child..."

Looking at the fool who was raising his knife and making a fuss, Wang Yan swung his spear and smashed the fool's head with just one blow, splashing red and white all over the people around him. At this time, people are about to catch up, and he is still trying to seize power from him. He is really tired of living.

Killing the chicken to scare the monkey, Wang Yan shook off the blood on the spear and looked at them with a serious look: "Line up behind a certain family to meet the enemy! Those with weapons are in front, and those without weapons are in the back. The three Ten people fight in a row, but if anyone escapes, your life will be taken quickly!"

Listening to Wang Yan's violent shouting and facing his solemn gaze, a group of yellow turban soldiers quickly lined up behind Wang Yan. Some of them even led the resting horses beside them. These were the yellow turban soldiers from before. The target mount was well trained, and the man on the horse was killed, but the horse did not run away. The remaining captains, who had fifty people under their command, were sensible enough to form a team. They didn't know how to fight, but they could still form a formation. Although it is loose and shapeless, it can still be regarded as a battle formation.

During the process, there were some people who were unwilling to give up. They took advantage of the opportunity to get behind Wang Yan and tried to kill him. As expected, their heads were smashed, and the remaining people became honest.

And gradually gathered a fighting spirit, a fighting spirit to survive in death. Now that Wang Yan couldn't be killed and he didn't dare to run away, the usually domineering officer Wang Yan was killed without blinking an eye, which was easier than killing a chicken. Now we can only hope that we can defeat the pursuing officers and soldiers, and naturally we will have the courage to fight.

However, Liu Bei and others who were pursuing them saw a huge change taking place within this group of Yellow Turban thieves. The young general who knocked Zhang Fei off his horse not only killed the leader, but also formed a team before the battle. It was obvious at a glance that they were going to fight to the death.

Liu Bei watched intently and saw that the enemy was going to fight to the death, so he quickly ordered the team to stop. Because these people under him are his family assets, he does not want to fight with the enemy. Moreover, the young general knocked Zhang Fei down with just one confrontation. If the young general was allowed to break into the army, he and Guan Yu could not stop him and let the young general kill him. For him, even if he won the battle, it would still be a failure. of.

Therefore, when Wang Yan and other Yellow Turban troops lined up in formation, Liu Bei also ordered his men to form a formation. The two sides were only less than thirty meters apart, and neither one made the first move. Only Zhang Fei jumped in front of the formation and yelled, shouting that he would fight Wang Yan for 300 rounds...

After a while, Liu Bei rode forward more than ten meters alone on his horse, and the red-faced Guan Yuxu, who was dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Sword behind him, narrowed his eyes, ready to attack at any time to rescue his elder brother.

Liu Bei rode his horse and reined it up more than ten meters away from the Yellow Turban Army. He raised his hand from all sides and said, "I am Liu Bei of Zhuo County. My courtesy name is Xuande. I am originally a clan member of the Han Dynasty. After Prince Jing of Zhongshan, I heard that the Yellow Turbans were promoting rebellion, so I surrendered to the army. It is to destroy thieves and bring peace to the people. How can you be a traitor and rebel if you don’t want to serve the country and bring peace to the people?

I have something to say, general, please listen to it. Now that we are facing each other, we will both lose. Why not surrender early? If you and others surrender, be prepared to swear by your ancestors that you and others will be safe. The general has great martial arts skills, so why bother becoming a thief? If a man does not contribute to the country, he will harm the country and the people. He is really going astray..."

Wang Yan looked at Liu Bei who was sighing and confirmed that he was telling the truth, because Liu Bei's eyes were full of sincerity. This is to see if he, Wang, can fight and wants to be included.

He gently knocked on the horse's belly, slowly stepped forward to five meters in front of Liu Bei, and inserted Zhang Fei's eight-foot-long snake spear into the ground with a clang. You can't move forward anymore, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei behind are about to explode. If it weren't for Liu Bei's pressure, everyone would have rushed over to fight Wang Yan with him in a three-hero battle.

He also cupped his hands. Wang Yan looked at Liu Bei and said: "What the general said is untrue. The current system of the dynasty is corrupted, eunuchs are taking power, and treacherous ministers are in the dynasty. However, the high officials of the dynasty are living off the salary of the Han Dynasty. However, this salary is the blood and sweat of the common people like us." , Lords in the court, who can think about us, the humble people? The powerful people in the world control the place, are arrogant and domineering, and treat us like pigs and dogs. Now we can't live, so we should die.

What about the clan members of the Erhan clan? Today there are so many clan members, who knows Liu Xuande? If you want to prosper the Han Dynasty and serve the country, let me ask you, can we have three meals a day? Maybe eat meat every meal? Maybe there are no tyrants who plunder my fields, bully my wife and daughters, and enslave my children and grandchildren? Judging by your expression, do you think someone is suffering from hysteria? Hahaha……"

Under the gaze of Liu Bei with an awkward yet polite smile, Wang Yan burst out laughing and said, "I have made up my mind now, vowing that my brothers will be well fed and clothed, with dry food for three meals and meat for every meal. No one dares to overstep my power. superior."

Twenty minutes after Wang Yan arrived here, he made a strong voice that was beyond the times. Liu Bei took it as a joke, but the eyes of the yellow turban soldiers behind Wang Yan were different. After they put the yellow scarf on their foreheads, they heard that Heaven is dead and Huang Tian should stand. They knew that the great virtuous master wanted to be emperor, and he promised them food and drink, but it was not very specific.

Now this military prince who suddenly appeared was very good. What he said was that they never dared to dream about it. What kind of life would it be like if they had meat for three meals and no one would bully them?

Liu Bei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "General, is he really following Zhang Jue wholeheartedly? Does he think he is so powerful?"

"Wang Yan of a certain family, whose courtesy name is Ziyan, can just call me by my given name. With so many people under his command, how dare you call me a general?" Wang Yan waved his hands with a smile and said, "I heard from a certain family that when you look at a leopard through a tube, you can see a spot, so Then we can know the whole picture of the leopard. Now that my brothers are chasing you, I know that the situation of the great virtuous master is not very good. He thinks that the future of our brothers cannot be left to others. I Whenever you want it, you have to work hard for it.”

"Oh? Zi Yan might as well talk to Bi Bian about how you are going to work hard?"

"How can empty words come true? You must be down-to-earth and do it. Xuande, I know that you cherish your troops and are not willing to fight to the death. Our brothers are also seeking to survive in death. If this is the case, then stop fighting and stop the war. Nowadays, we are killed everywhere in the Central Plains. , There is no place for us to establish ourselves, and I want to go north to Liaodong to find a pure land adjacent to the barbarians. We may not see each other again in the future. I know that Xuande has great ambitions, and if he has no place to stay, he can come to Liaodong to join him. I will definitely sweep away. Waiting on the couch, see you later."

After saying that, Wang Yan smiled and bowed his hands to Liu Bei, turned around on his horse, and called the remaining yellow turban soldiers under him to go northeast. Only the eight-foot-long snake spear deeply inserted into the loess soil was left standing.

Zhang Fei, one of his hands swollen into a pig's trotter, walked over with bared teeth and angrily pulled out the spear on the ground: "Brother, are you going to let that guy go?"

Liu Bei on horseback looked at the sparsely retreating team: "What else? How can we and our brothers fight with their lives when we come here from afar? If Wang Yan is asked to come and fight, how many brothers from home will follow us? People are returning home? Yide, remember not to act on your own initiative."

"This Wang Yan is very strong, and Yide deserves to be defeated. He returned Yide's weapons and spoke politely. I thought that this person must be a trustworthy person, but it is a pity that he goes against us."

Guan Yu, who was dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and stroking his long beard, came forward on his horse and said so.

The black-faced Zhang Fei was holding the Zhangba snake spear, looking at his big pig's trotter-like hand, his black face was throbbing in pain, and his face was even darker. Wasn't the loss unfair? What the fuck...

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