The beginning of the Three Kingdoms Cheng Yuanzhi

Chapter 6

The road to survival is still going on, independent of human will.

The sky gradually shrouded in twilight is filled with flaming clouds, like pieces of marshmallows radiating freely, wandering in an array. Through the flaming clouds, one can vaguely see a patch of blue in the sky.

From the grass in the west, two hares pricked up their long ears and poked their heads out quietly. One of the gray rabbits turned its dark brown eyes and quickly sprinted past Cheng Yuanzhi's feet and hid in the grass in the east.

The other white rabbit followed the same example and flew past him with a more agile posture, sending up a cloud of dust and following the gray rabbit.

After a while, the dark twilight completely swallowed the blue sky, and the surroundings became gray.

Cheng Yuanzhi was disappointed and at the same time entangled. He knew that after avoiding the murder of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, solving Deng Mao's hidden danger, and going through the trap of the beast pit, it did not mean that he was safe.

In this era, there are still many dangers that can threaten his life, such as wild animal attacks, earthquakes, meteorites, sky leaks, mountain sprays, plagues, wars, and so on.

If you act carelessly, you may be inexplicably GG someday.

From this point of view, the last chance of resurrection is extremely precious.

He originally wanted to communicate with the system, talk about his feelings, and put forward some conditions.

It's a pity that the system has called thousands of times, but there is no response.

"I must completely get rid of the immediate crisis!"

"Well, this time when the two armies are at war after reading the file, it shows that the previous plan was correct."

"But I didn't load the file directly to the big tree ten miles away, which means that my strategy of running away alone was wrong! Even if I don't fall into the trap, I will most likely die from other accidents."

"What kind of accident will it be? Need to bring a group of people to get through it?"

"But the goal of running with a large group of people is too big, and it is very easy to be exposed. Moreover, these dozen or so yellow scarf warriors have been brainwashed by Zhang Jiao, and they will not follow me at all. Could it be that after the tragic battle during the day, they Changed your mind?"

"No! They just don't want to surrender their officers and soldiers. It's not that they don't want to run away. They never said they didn't want to run away with me. Well, that must be the case!"

Thinking of this, Cheng Yuanzhi called out in a deep voice, "Come here!"

Twelve warriors lifted the curtain and entered, Li Yi bowed his head and said, "What is your order, Commander?"

He was not originally called Li Yi, but for the convenience of calling him, the commander gave new names to all the powerful men from one to twelve.

Seeing the commander-in-chief, Liyi and others will think of the encounter during the day. Under the wise command of the commander-in-chief, the Yellow Turban Army forced back the three gods of death. .

They quickly straightened their posture and their attitude was much more respectful than before.

Cheng Yuanzhi was very satisfied with the performance of the warriors. He carefully considered his words and said: "The city of Zhuojun is high and deep, so it will be extremely difficult to capture. I plan to lead my troops to surrender... to the Taihang Mountains to find a good place and make long-term plans."

As soon as all the wrestlers heard the word "tou", their expressions changed, and when they heard the following content, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief:

"I am willing to listen to the command of the commander!"

In today's battle, almost half of Zhuojun City's vitality was wiped out, and hundreds of sets of weapons and some horses were harvested.

In view of this, everyone was excited and obeyed the commander's words.

Usually they are not so obedient, for example, those tribesmen who cannot call back even if the flagpole is broken.

As I expected, they were willing to run but not surrender. Cheng Yuanzhi slightly chinned his head and ordered:
"Li 11, [-], [-], [-], [-]... Twelve, I am now promoting [-] people including you as lieutenants, each of whom will lead [-] troops. During the period when the commander is away, camp here, whether it is offensive or defensive, you can act accordingly. .”

"Li Er, go to the battalion and select 500 able-bodied men, and follow me to the Taihang Mountains."

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, they bowed their hands repeatedly to promise, and at the same time thanked Dade.

They both agreed with the commander-in-chief's arrangement. In the Yellow Turban Army, although there can only be one commander-in-chief, there can be countless deputy commanders.

Now in the blink of an eye, they are already deputy commanders who are under one person and over ten thousand people, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?
Some people are satisfied, some people are not satisfied.

Li Er was crying at this moment, thinking secretly: "Could it be because I didn't give the commander a gift, so I was given 'special care'?"

This is not a random guess, Li Er is well-founded.

Not long after defeating Liu Beijun, he clearly saw that Liyi and the others secretly handed the commander some yellow and white things...

Among the Twelve Warriors, he is the only one who has never given a gift to the Marshal.

Among the twelve wrestlers, he is the only one who is not the deputy commander.

How could this not make him think too much?
He is upright by nature, and he guards his duty of guarding in battle, and never leaves the commander in chief.

In this way, you will not get any good things.

But Liyi and the others always sneak away and go fishing on the battlefield.

Alas... I blame myself for being so stupid!

Thinking so, Li Er dejectedly stepped out of his handsome tent...

After a while, five hundred strong men and fifty war horses were selected, as well as the five packs of grain that the commander specially ordered, which he regarded as treasure, and returned to his command.

Cheng Yuanzhi waved his hand to stop Li Er who was about to speak, took the reins and took the lead, and led the crowd up the mountain while the sky was just getting dark.

If you don't go, you can't go...

After crossing the mountain and descending the slope, Zhuojun City could no longer be seen in sight, Cheng Yuanzhi ordered people to light torches and speed up.

In the dark night, I don't know how long they trekked until a fire appeared far behind them. When everyone looked back, they realized that they were at least fifteen miles away from Daxing Mountain.

The crowd was panting, the horses were snorting and kicking their hoofs restlessly, Cheng Yuanzhi held up the torch and ordered the disciples to rest on the spot.

After the troops stopped, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

In the mountains and fields, the sound of insects fades away, and the sound of "rustling" gradually rises, from far to near.

It was the footsteps of a large beast...

Everyone who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly became nervous again.

A gray wolf bigger than a calf suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, right in front of the Yellow Turbans.

There were three pinches of red hair with the same spacing on the top of the big bad wolf's head. It was in full swing. The fur on its body was smooth and silky. Its thick limbs took a few steps forward slowly and steadily.

It's as if a king is patrolling his territory.

It grinned slightly, with a long scarlet tongue sticking out. The saliva dripped down "plop, plop". A pair of green eyes reflected the light of desire in the firelight.

"Wolf... wolf... wolf king!"

Li Er twisted his whole body.

He was born as a hunter, and he knew that when the wild wolf was extremely hungry, he was not afraid of fire!
As soon as the words fell, another wolf appeared in the distance...

Two horses, three horses, four horses... seven horses!
Twenty horses, thirty horses, forty horses...

More and more wolves appeared around, and soon there were too many to count.

A rough estimate is that there are hundreds of them at least!
"Wolf...wolves...wolves!" Li Er even twisted his tongue.

While Cheng Yuanzhi was flustered, he suddenly understood why he couldn't be resurrected on the big tree.

A person was resurrected at that location, and after walking a few miles, he entered the wolf's den.

In another half day, it will turn into wolf dung.

One day later, it breaks down into cells and molecules.

Cheng Yuanzhi knew very well that a wolf is not scary, but a pack of wolves is the most difficult to deal with.

It just so happens that there is a large pack of wolves here.

If there are more than three wolves, a man's legs will be weak; if there are more than seven wolves, a tiger will be hard to beat;

The scary thing about wolves is that they are organized.Ethnic groups with division of labor.

If several wolves attack a person, they will never bite at the same place at the same time.

Instead, one wolf bites the throat, two wolves run to the left and right hands, and two wolves aim at the left and right legs. If there is still one wolf at this time, then its target must be the human sparrow.

The wolf is a beast with no martial ethics. When fighting with people, its target must be the most vulnerable and fatal position of the human body.

This is completely different from dogs. Dogs have a bottom line. They only like to bite meaty and fat parts, but they are not fatal.

Like the butt, like... the calves.

Cheng Yuanzhi looked at the boundless pack of wolves, then looked back at the trembling horses and the five hundred warriors huddled together, and felt that he might be in danger tonight...

For no reason, I suddenly remembered a joke:
If a person encounters a wild wolf alone in the wild, don't turn around and run away, because human beings will never be able to compete with wolves in speed.

And don't try to resist, that will provoke crazy revenge from the wolves.

The correct thing to do is to stand still, make direct contact with the eyes of the wolves, stare at them, don't move away, and hold on for as long as you can...

In this way, you will die with more dignity...

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The gray wolf king's ferocious eyes lingered on the crowd and the horses for a moment respectively, and then he jumped up and rushed towards Cheng Yuanzhi's face.

It felt that the person standing at the front was a bit stupid and could even knock him over with one paw...


At the critical moment, before the wolf king landed in the air, Cheng Yuanzhi rushed forward in a sliding kneeling posture, and lightly raised the knife in his hand...

"Tail..."

Immediately afterwards, a shrill howl was heard...

The wolf king passed over Cheng Yuanzhi's head, fell to the ground with a "slap", then jumped up quickly, and retreated back with a howl.

A stream of bright red blood quickly gushed out from its abdomen, instantly staining the ground red.

Cheng Yuanzhi danced a handsome sword flower, and spat: "This commander can't beat Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, can't he beat you, a bastard?!"

Before I could finish pretending, I saw a scene I will never forget.

Having been disembowelled, the wolf king who knew he was going to die was half lying in the distance, looking at him with cold eyes.

It's like looking at a corpse...

Then he raised his neck and howled to the sky... His voice was cold and angry.


After receiving the order, the wolves stomped on the ground, opened their bloody mouths, and rushed towards the crowd...

At this time, Cheng Yuanzhi has quickly retreated to the crowd, hiding his body behind layers of yellow scarf fighters.

The ensuing battle was brutal.

The wolves seemed not to be afraid of death or pain at all, and went mad, rushing into the crowd one after another, biting desperately.

At this time, Cheng Yuanzhi no longer had the slightest idea of ​​being a hero. While commanding the group to kill wolves, he ordered the mountain to be set on fire.

Expect the fire to disperse the wolves.

Five hundred warriors fell one by one, and the fallen never stood up again...

But the wolves fell more.

Night, as deep as water.

The two places fifteen miles apart were both filled with flames and a battle between life and death was going on.

(End of this chapter)