The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

The horse's hooves rolled over, and amidst the neighing and howling of the horse, Niu Mang, with a naive smile on his face, jumped off the horse's back, casually handed the bloody sword to the hand of the guard, and strode towards Gao Zhi's direction. Come.

"How's the battle going?" Gao Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth and asked in a funny voice.

Facing this idiot, no matter how much he thought about the serious Gao Zhi, he still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart.

"Hey, tell the general, except for those who have no way to escape, those yellow scarves were captured by us more than 3, and tens of thousands were slaughtered, my dear, such a result, it is really a big victory!"

Niu Mang grinned and made a loud noise without any hesitation, which attracted everyone's attention.

"..." Gao Zhi shook his head, already speechless to this idiot.

"Forget it," Gao Zhi pouted after a moment of silence.

"Uh...General, did I say something wrong?" Seeing Gao Zhi's sudden "disguise", Niu Mang was a little foolishly at a loss.

"You go back with them." Staring at him, Gao Zhile turned the reins and issued an order to the cavalry behind him. Thousands of troops were moving, still maintaining a neat momentum.

"Get ready...a feast of celebration!"

The corners of the seemingly cold mouth, a rare smile was drawn, and Gao Zhi's back was erect.

Regarding Niu Mang's "not big or small", he is not a stubborn guy, he will get angry and angry about it.

After all, today, the real master of this body is the "self" of future generations.

Turning his head to glance, the team with messy clothes was in a state of confusion for a while, tidied themselves up one by one, and rode on their horses with their heads held high.

In fact, no such tossing, the smell of blood emanating from their bodies, no one would doubt the combat effectiveness of this iron cavalry team.

"Hahaha, order the three armies to prepare for the banquet!"

At this time, a group of Xiliang cavalrymen moved together with a bang, their armor suddenly moved, and their knives were put back into their sheaths.

Soon, the victorious soldiers began to hold a celebration banquet, with grilled meat on the blazing bonfire.

In the military tent, jars of spirits were stacked in front of them.

Gao Zhi stood up suddenly, motioning for everyone to be quiet. Everyone knew that the climax of the celebration banquet was coming, and the big man always attached great importance to military merit.

The reason why everyone is fighting bloody battles on the battlefield is nothing more than four words: "Reward for meritorious deeds!"

The banquet is the most popular among the soldiers.

"My lord is mighty! My lord is mighty!" All the soldiers cheered loudly, this is the proper etiquette in the army, and the size of the shout is directly proportional to the degree of love and respect of the commanding general.

At this time, Gao Zhi, with his martial arts and killing record, combined with a great victory, these soldiers will naturally show off their face.

Gao Zhi raised his head and drank the spirits in the bowl in one gulp, then smashed the bowl into pieces. He is a man of pride, and his righteousness surpasses the sky!

The soldiers are all heroes who lick blood with knives. They are not afraid of death, but are they afraid of being louder than their voices?

Lively, with the uproar.

...

After the setting sun fell, the wind blowing on the gunpowder smoke on the battlefield became even stronger, and bonfires were everywhere among the hills.

Gao Zhi broke a branch and threw it into the fire. With the sound of burning, sparks rose into the sky with the heat wave.

"Hehe, Brother Gao, are you thinking about the reward after this victory?" Lu Lingqi looked at him, blinked, and stuck out her pink tongue.

"No, what you said is not the same thing as I thought." Gao Zhi's gaze swept across those figures walking around in the forest who were in charge of the defense.

He turned his head and looked south, with a focused and intoxicated expression, and his eyes were piercing, as if he saw something very attractive through the frost knife and wind blade.

Now the entire imperial court is under the control of Dong Zhuo, slowly rolling along the seemingly indelible circular track of the wheel of history.

However, what he is facing now is a completely different Gao Wu after an earth-shaking meteor shower... and even a somewhat fantasy-level Three Kingdoms world.

Today's Dong Zhuo is even stronger than Lu Bu!

So, is everything in history really likely to continue to happen?

This power is as strong as Dong Zhuo, will he still fall into a mere "beauty trap"?

Dong Zhuo, who has already reached the level of the divine way, can he really be killed just by relying on the so-called "trick"?

"Alas..." With a long sigh, Gao Zhi slowly pulled out the torch, making a 'buzz' sound, under the firelight, his eyes were as sharp as a hungry wolf.

Taking a deep breath, he handed the little girl a piece of grilled meat, and rubbed his little head: "Oh, Ling Qi, you are still young, and you don't understand many things, come and eat meat."

"Oh, wow..." Lu Lingqi didn't think too much, she was so hungry that she concentrated on killing the barbecue.

"You..." Gao Zhi smiled dotingly and shook his head, then raised his head.

There was a lot of noise around, and there were Xiliang soldiers who were eating meat and drinking wine from ceramic bowls while walking.

Shaking his head, Gao Zhi greeted Lu Lingqi and walked towards the large tent of the Chinese army. The patrolling soldiers greeted him reverently and walked forward.

On both sides of the handsome tent, when the guards saw him coming, they took the initiative to lift the curtains.

"Come on."

"Hey, General, I'm waiting." Niu Mang's ferocious big face tried his best to smile innocently, and leaned closer.

"Order the three armies to turn off the fire after the banquet, regroup the army at three o'clock, and set off in the starry night."

"Uh..."

"how?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, hehe, hehe, don't worry, general, I will go down and pass the order, and make sure that they will all be notified."

"Well, go ahead and call me then."

"promise!"

The wind blew through the woods, and the torches flickered and went out.

270 Three Chang'an

Chang'an Jiucheng Road, Qili Wuhou's house.

Chang'an Chang'an, as the name suggests, means long-term peace and stability.

Chang'an, the ancient name of Xi'an, is the first capital city called "Beijing" in history, and also the first real city in history.

In ancient times, King Wen of Zhou Dynasty established his capital here and built Fengjing. After King Wu ascended the throne, he built Haojing, which was collectively called Fenghao, and the abbreviation of Xi'an as "Hao" originated from here.