Rejuvenation of the Han Dynasty in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 14
The setting sun was still shining, and the people in the fields were still busy loosening the soil and plowing the ground, preparing for farming.

On a lawn by the bank, Zhang Fei had already been waiting here. A tall and handsome black-tailed horse, one foot long, carried Zhang Fei's strong body without any difficulty.

Liu and the three of them urged their horses to cross the river. In just a few days, the ice in the Zhuo River had completely thawed, and the river was much more jubilant.

But Liu He's mood was somewhat depressed. He took in Guan Yu, who couldn't use a sword, and met Zhang Fei, who was difficult. For a while, he felt like he was on the wrong set.

He tried his best to remember the history all afternoon. Many people said that Guan Yu's Qinglong Sword and Zhang Fei's Snake Spear were processed and modified by later generations. In real history, Guan Yu didn't use swords, but this was not the perfect combination that Liu He wanted to see.

Zhang Fei's unruly temperament is difficult to subdue, and it's nothing to spend a little bit of trouble. After all, good things take time, as long as Guan, Zhang, and Zhao are taken down, it will be much easier in the future, and it can even be said that he can sweep the world.

Once and for all, Liu He is of course happy, but Guan Yu doesn't use a knife, which always makes him feel uncomfortable.

For example, Zhang Fei in front of him is not holding a snake spear in his hand, but a steel drill.

This steel braze is extremely long, as thick as an arm, with a blade about a foot long at the front end, with a relatively straight tip, shaped more like an enlarged dagger, and a hollow iron handle at the back, with a piece of wood inside, which looks nondescript .

This shape reminds Liu He of the kind of long-handled knife that gardeners use to cut high-altitude branches.

While observing, Zhang Fei hurried forward, clasped his fists and said, "The three of you are indeed trustworthy people. I think this little brother Zhao is not yet an adult, why don't you let Brother Guan fight!"

This is the fear of victory without force!

But Zhang Fei regarded Guan Yu as an opponent, which made Guan Yu even more embarrassed, and bowed his head while clutching his long beard.

Liu He hurriedly cupped his fists and laughed, "Although my junior brother is young, his marksmanship is superior to mine. To be honest, he is the closed disciple of the hero Tong Yuan."

Zhang Fei was taken aback when he heard the words, clasped his fists together again and said, "Oh, it turns out that he is Tong Daxia's disciple, disrespect and disrespect!"

Liu He pointed to the steel drill in his hand and asked, "I don't know what kind of weapon the owner is?"

"Hey, this is a pig-killing knife." Zhang Fei put the steel rod on his horse, shook it, and laughed loudly: "I don't plan to join the army to fight. Where did I get the weapon? I can't find a suitable one for a while. weapon, so I had to bring it.”

Liu He was taken aback. The pig-killing knife, which was more than ten feet long, might not be used to slaughter dragons, right?
Seeing the doubts of the three, Zhang Fei seemed to have taken it for granted, and explained: "I am different from others in killing pigs. I don't need help from others. I just release the pig and let it run. I only need to stab it in the vitals with one knife. Then pick up the whole pig, and the pig's blood flows into the bucket along the blood groove, clean and neat!"

Liu He was stunned when he heard it. It seemed that Zhang Fei was also practicing martial arts when he killed pigs. Not only did he have to pay attention to speed, precision and ruthlessness, but he also had to have strong arms. It was not easy to pick up a pig weighing several hundred catties.

No wonder they always said that they would "stab the enemy to death with a single spear" when they went into battle. How dare you treat your opponent like a pig?
In this way, Guan Yu looked at the enemy generals as if they were selling out, while Zhang Fei looked at the enemy generals as if they were all pig heads.

Glancing at Zhao Yun who was also in a daze, he flicked his chin: "Junior brother, come on!"

"Brother, how about... you come?"

Zhao Yun was originally in high spirits along the way, but after hearing Zhang Fei's introduction, he was somewhat reluctant.

Liu He didn't expect Zhao Yun to have such a good face, he laughed and said, "If he can't kill you, you are not a pig. What are you afraid of?"

Zhao Yun pursed his lips, finally urged his horse forward, cupped his fists and said, "Please enlighten me!"

When Zhang Fei heard that Zhao Yun was Tong Yuan's apprentice, he no longer underestimated the enemy. He knocked on the horse's belly lightly and rushed over with the butcher's knife.

"Young man, accept the move!"

Zhang Fei stopped drinking, shook the steel rod violently, and stabbed Zhao Yun with the tip of the knife like lightning, which was really simple and rough.

jingle--

Zhao Yun didn't make a sound, just raised his hand and shook the tip of the gun, and in an instant, blossoming gun flowers were drawn, which was dizzyingly fast.

Hearing the sound of metal and iron clattering like raindrops, he not only deflected Zhang Fei's sharp move, but also stabbed him in the shoulder.

"What a phoenix nodding!"

Liu He sighed in admiration. He had always fought against Zhao Yun before, and now he could see it more clearly from the side. This move was originally a continuous attack move, but at this moment he used a quick impact to defuse the opponent's brute force, which is really amazing. material.

Zhao Yun is indeed worthy of being a master second only to Lu Bu, and his understanding and attainments in marksmanship are indeed higher than his own.

But his opponent Zhang Fei is also the enemy of thousands of people. With a deep drink, he turned his body slightly to avoid the gun head, swung the butcher's knife and rushed to attack again, but saw the cold light of the knife head, and there were bursts of piercing sound, like a gust of wind sweeping leaves Generally, domineering and aggressive.

Zhao Yun had already unleashed the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear at this time, facing Zhang Fei's stormy onslaught, he didn't panic at all.

I saw that his guns were dense like a forest, his offense was like a white crane spreading its wings, and his defense was like a peacock spreading his tail.

In a blink of an eye, the two horses reached the shore, separated to the left and right, and then circled the horses and turned around to fight again.

The two approached quickly on the horse, and Zhang Fei raised his knife and stabbed forward, as fast as lightning and distracted, as if he was stabbing the heart of a pig.

Zhao Yun pursed his lips lightly, flicked the knife head of the opponent, and at the same time raised his own gun, and stabbed the opponent's throat with the tip of the gun.

Zhang Fei's eyes widened suddenly, he let out a shout and leaned back abruptly, using the kung fu of an iron bridge, avoiding this move dangerously and dangerously.

At this time, the two horses had already crossed each other, and the two turned their horses' heads and fought together again, spinning like a revolving lantern.

Liu He enjoyed watching it very much. In history, Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei have never fought against each other. Although Zhao Yun has not yet started his battle, this battle is already very exciting.

The sound of gold and iron clashing echoed all the time along the bank of the river, as dense as forging iron, swords and guns flying up and down like flying dragons and phoenixes, only cold lights were dotted, and gun shadows were heavy.

At the end of the battle, Zhao Yun's gun body could no longer be seen clearly. He used the marksmanship techniques such as piercing, stabbing, slamming, wrapping, pressing, and blocking to the fullest, forcing Zhang Fei to be a little flustered and screaming.

Unconsciously, half of the setting sun had already set, the two of them killed at least fifty times, and the river was glowing with a little bit of sunlight, and it was a deep red.

Zhang Fei suddenly let out a loud cry, he lifted the reins violently, and the horse under his crotch neighed and raised its front hooves. Under the setting sun, as if a god had descended into the world, he slashed down at Zhao Yun ruthlessly.

At this time, Zhao Yun had no choice but to block it with a thrust of his spear.

bang—wow rhythm—

With a loud noise and the wailing of the horses, Zhao Yun's mount finally couldn't bear the force, and its front legs went limp and knelt on the ground, throwing Zhao Yun off.

"Hahaha, happy—huh?"

Zhang Fei immediately raised the butcher's knife and screamed excitedly. Suddenly, he felt that it didn't feel right in his hand. When he looked up, the handle of the knife was bent at a third of the way.

Liu He saw that the butcher's knife had turned into a death sickle?
(End of this chapter)