Great Wei Nengchen

"Young master has a clever plan. Those horse dealers are spending the night down the slope. Shall we do it now and kill them all!" Coming to the leader of the 'Peach Blossom Eye', the 'Big Intestine Steward' whispered humbly and shook it at the same time The serrated machete in his hand looked impatient.

"Don't worry, they haven't fallen asleep yet, let the little ones wait patiently, and then start at dawn!" The leader, Mr. Zimu, was not in a hurry, and arranged the time to do it at the most sleepy part of the day. dawn.

"promise!……

Time passed bit by bit, and the sleeping caravan didn't notice at all that a huge danger had already enveloped them; the jade rabbit fell to the west, the stars retreated, and when there was only the last morning star in the sky, the time had come.Following Mr. Zimu's sudden gesture, many men in black quickly approached the caravan camp. Those with bows and arrows in their hands drew their bows and aimed at the sleepy night watchman beside the fire.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" With the sound of the bowstring, several cavalry guys who were watching the night by the fire were shot to death one after another. Many men in black rushed into the camp like a pack of wolves, brandished their swords and began to slash and kill.

At this moment, all the caravans woke up from their sleep. Many people rushed out of the tents before they could put on their clothes, and began to fight desperately. Immediately, the sounds of fighting, screams, clashes of weapons, and the panicked neighing of horses resounded throughout Longshoupo.

Hearing the shouts of killing outside, the ground squirrel, who had been sleeping naked all night, immediately jumped up and wanted to draw a knife to resist. As soon as he got out of the tent, his shoulder was slashed. The light soared into the sky, and the guys under him were constantly being cut down on the ground. The young master Yan and the old Zhengtou had long since disappeared. In desperation, the chinchilla gritted its teeth, and in a panic, taking advantage of its short stature and agility, climbed onto a horse. The fast horse that walked the reins fled all the way to the south. A group of men in black quickly snatched the horse and chased it down like hounds holding up the torch...

When people encounter danger, they can always burst out with extraordinary wisdom and courage. Maybe this is a kind of potential release. Therefore, people, don't underestimate yourself, maybe that day, you will create miracles.

Now the ground squirrel is in danger, and the masked man in black holding a torch is chasing after him like a pack of vicious dogs, feeling the sharp pain from his bleeding shoulder, and looking at the rough road ahead There is really no way out, and there are chasing soldiers behind!But as the saying goes, dogs are eager to jump over the wall, people are anxious to get into the house, chinchillas are still much stronger than dogs.

When running across a grassy beach, the ground mouse got off the horse and stabbed the horse's buttocks with the dagger in its arms. The war horse neighed and ran down madly in pain. Walking into the weeds at the height of half a person on the side of the road, the thin body lay down close to the ground, motionless, and soon the sound of horseshoes of the pursuers came to the front. Looking at the large pile of wild grass in front of them, the group of men in black hesitated slightly. At this time, the injured horse in the distance neighed in pain; everyone hurriedly beat the horse and chased it down...

The grass swayed, revealing an obscene face. Looking at the man in black running away, the chinchilla tore off a piece of clothing, bandaged the wound on his shoulder, turned around and slowly lurked in the direction of Longshoupo in the north... the smart man Knowing that the man in black can't catch him, he will definitely come back and search repeatedly, stay where he is, or continue to flee south, and he will definitely be caught. Only by groping towards Longshoupo can he escape his life; the enemy comes from the north, I also ran to the north, and the cunning chinchilla finally escaped with my life...

17. Chapter 17 Breaking the Army and Changing Owners

At daybreak, Longshoupo's shouts of killing finally subsided, and the leader of the man in black, covered in blood, stood in the center holding a blood-stained Qingfeng sword. few.The scarf has been untied, revealing a very feminine face. When the peach blossom eyes are turning, a charming aura is inadvertently and naturally revealed. It is the young master of the Panlong Pavilion, "Mr. Zimu". He was directing his subordinates to pack up the loot. The large amount of goods and hundreds of horses made everyone smile. Looking at their skilled movements, it was obviously not the first time they had done this kind of thing.

Although Mr. Zimu looks "alluring", no one has ever dared to look at his face in fascination, let alone laugh at him. The last guest who joked that he was "alluring", after being drunk by him Throwing into a large stone mill, his body was smashed to pieces, and the minced meat was fed to his guard dog.The 'pig's large intestine' on the side was completely clean. He was hiding behind when he was charging, but he just shouted loudly, but he would never charge forward. He would only stab a few times with the sawtooth machete in his hand when the final situation was settled. A dying caravan buddy, and then ran to the master to show his merits...

"How many died?" Young Master Zimu asked ruthlessly.

"Reporting to the young master: "Killed 25 enemies, one escaped after being seriously injured by them, and one young man fell into the river. "Sneaking a peek at the face of the master, the steward of the large intestine plucked up the courage to continue: "However, we also killed 15 people, slightly injured 10 people, and three were seriously injured. It's almost time to die. "

"What?" said the somewhat angry Young Master Zimu, "We are all well-trained soldiers, and it's a surprise attack, why are there so many casualties?"

"These caravan guys are all brave and fearless. Although they were attacked by surprise, they dared to fight us with their bare hands. Moreover, the young man who fell into the river at the end was very skilled in martial arts, and the sword in his hand was extremely sharp. At least half of the brothers who were killed and injured were killed by him." Yes. After finishing speaking, Zhu Dachang took out a short knife and dedicated his hands to Mr. Zimu.

Pulling the knife out of its sheath, a blue light flashed, looking at the blade, the snowflakes were dazzling, the back of the half-thick knife was slightly curved, and the blood grooves on both sides were covered with blood, and the red inscription on the handle; "Pojun" After being soaked in blood, it seemed as if he had come alive, and the bull head logo below was clearly visible; he picked up his Qingfeng sword, slashed it with the knife, and the sword snapped with a sound of "Ding".

"A good knife! A good knife! Breaking the army?...It's just what I want!" Mr. Zimu stroked the blade lightly with his hand, and a satisfied smile appeared on that little white face.

"Congratulations, young master! Congratulations, young master! Only a young master is worthy of possessing such a magical sword, and only such a precious sword is worthy of his literary and martial arts." When it comes to flattering skills, the 'Big Intestine Steward' is absolutely superb.

Put away the 'Pojun' sword, and Master Zimu continued to order: "Gather all the horses, and send them to a small fishing village 15 miles away from Tingdong together with the wounded armored soldiers. Don't let the slightest bit of news out. As for these dead bodies... don't distinguish Throw them all into the Panlong River, I hope the Dragon King in the river will be satisfied with this sacrifice, and bless my Gongsun family, prosperity for thousands of years! Hahahaha!"

Such vicious words, coupled with that alluring face, actually formed a strange beauty, and the 'pig's large intestine' standing by looked at it felt in a trance.

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In the early morning, at the foot of Crouching Tiger Mountain, by the river, three people and a little pony were running. The young man in the lead was Xiao Yi. Running every morning had become a habit in his life. Now he was leading Daniel and Ma Liuliang. The man, together with his inseparable foal, formed a strange troop of runners.The air by the river in autumn is fresh and refreshing, taking a breath makes one feel extra refreshed. Sometimes the three of them can pick up some mussels by the river, and sometimes some stranded small fish. Today...but they picked up a living person!

The sharp-eyed Xiao Yi was the first to notice that there was a person lying on his stomach on the bank of the river, his whole body, his clothes must have been washed away by the rushing water; face down, half of his body was still submerged in the water, the three of them hurried forward, Turning it over, it was a boy with a baby face. His face was pale, his stomach was bulging high, and there were several horrible wounds on his body. He was soaked in the river water and turned white. He was turned outwards, revealing his miserable white tender flesh; Stretching out his hand to touch his heart, there was still a weak heartbeat.

Ma Liu was surprised and said: "Isn't this the caravan boy who drove the horses at the gate of our town the day before yesterday? I know him, and I have talked to him about the habits, good and bad of the horses. Why did he fall into the river? He also got stab wounds all over his body." ? As he was about to hug the boy up, Xiao Yi hurriedly stopped him.

For the drowning person, he must first control the water and restore his breathing, otherwise he will easily suffocate to death.Let Daniel lift the baby-faced boy's feet upside down, Xiao Yi started to squeeze the boy's abdominal cavity with his hands, once, twice... Finally, the 'baby-face' started to vomit, river water, silt, leaves... even spit out A little toad, quack!croak!They screamed and jumped away step by step; seeing the boy's chest rising and falling, and his breathing slowly recovering, the three of them quickly lifted him up and wrapped him in clothes, and carried him on the back of the bull, and flew all the way to the small Taoist temple, where there was a The immortal old way who can save lives and heal the wounded...

The three gossip boys on the road started a lively discussion:

"Why did he fall into the river?

You may have encountered bandits!

Then why don't you even have any clothes?

This, probably bandits robbed wealth and sex,

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Nonsense, I guess I jumped into the river by committing suicide...

Then why is there still a knife wound?

Why!The most poisonous woman's heart!

oh!that's true……"

'Chuchenzi' experienced medical skills are absolutely top-notch. When he saw the injured boy, he immediately washed the wound with warm water, applied the old-fashioned homemade white medicine, wrapped it carefully with white linen cloth, and used golden needles to measure the acupoints. Stimulating the vitality in the young man's body, on the other side, brewing a decoction that nourishes blood and nourishes qi...

After a night of steaming, he finally passed the dangerous period safely and saved the baby-faced boy's life. Just like that, Xiao Yi picked it up by the river, oh!No... It was Zhang Yan who rescued another of his future generals, who finally paid homage to Great General Wei Zhengdong!

Xiao Yi still went for a run on the frozen river bank on time in the morning, but there was an extra baby face in the team; after Zhang Yan woke up from a coma, she became taciturn, sitting in the room in a daze every day except eating, and every night It's a nightmare again and again, talking nonsense: "Fire light...fighting...General Tiangong...Daye...my knife...

Until one morning, the old Taoist 'Chuchenzi' taught Xiao Yi and the three martial arts in the yard. After seeing the superb skills of these people, his baby face came alive like a thawed frog, and his eyes burst into flames. In the flames of revenge, he knelt in front of the old Taoist's door, kowtowed and bled, and asked to learn from a teacher... So there was one more person in the running team.

The later "Three Kingdoms" Wei Shu records: "Zhang Yan, from Qingzhou, his parents are unknown, and he was born in a poor family. "Marquis of Wushou" Xiao Yi rescued him by the river. He was grateful and allowed him to drive away. In the future, he will be honored as the Great General of Wei Zhengdong, the noble, and the Marquis of Fuyuan. As the saying goes: "The one who lives my life is the Marquis of Wushou. ! "

18. Chapter 18 The first snow in four years in Zhongping

The night was cold from the north, the clouds were thick for thousands of miles, and the snow was fluttering in the sky, changing the old world... The sky and the earth rotate, and the four seasons come and go. In the twinkling of an eye, autumn turns to winter, and Xiao Yi ushers in the first auspicious snow after crossing.

In the fourth year of Zhongping, the winter in Yuyang County was as cold as the winter after 1800. Back then, Xiao Yi's house had air-conditioning, heating, and baby warmers... What about now?Touch the single clothes on his body, look at the snowflakes falling outside... It's not that he doesn't want to wear a cotton coat, but that he doesn't even have any cotton now!

In fact, as early as the period of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty, Zhang Qian brought cotton to China after his mission to the Western Regions. People called it "white stack" at that time; but this kind of thing that can bloom beautiful white flowers has always been regarded as a precious commodity. Ornamental plants are probably still in the emperor's imperial garden!

If the cold can still be endured with the help of a vigorous young body, then the lack of material will be unbearable; because Xiao Yi found that the finances of the small Taoist temple are about to go bankrupt; Planting two acres of ration fields and a small vegetable garden, he can be self-sufficient; and after Xiao Yi came, Daniu, Ma Liu, Zhang Yan... and most importantly, three horses.

Don't think that horses can just eat grass, it will only make your war horse belly, and completely lose its combat effectiveness.A real war horse is fed with one-third of oats, one-third of bean cake, and one-third of fine grass. The grass cannot carry a little dew and must be carefully rolled. From time to time, some eggs are added to supplement nutrition, so that the ingredients can be strong!

During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, in order to have enough mobility to attack the Xiongnu camp for long distances, the Weiqing Corps used corn to feed their horses. The cost of raising one cavalry was enough to equip ten ordinary infantry; such a huge cost made cavalry become The Central Plains Dynasty was not a dynasty with strong national power, and it simply couldn't afford to form a large-scale cavalry army. Not only did it lack excellent horse breeds, but it simply couldn't afford it!

In addition, there is the little pony "Cabbage" who is having fun by his side. This is a real foodie, his appetite is better than that of an adult war horse, and he needs feed and cabbage hearts every day.When I was in junior high school in the previous life, when I was studying Han Yu's "Theory of Horses", there was something in it; Jun is a stone, and one stone is a full 30 catties; "Looking at the current appetite of "Maju Cabbage", and thinking about how much it will eat when it grows up, Xiao Yi began to squat on the ground and pull out his hair worryingly, "The ancients are sincere bully me..."

Later, those close to Xiao Yi knew his habits:

When he was worried, Xiao Yi would squat on the ground and pull out his hair...

If Xiao Yi touched his chin, he was thinking of a conspiracy...

If Xiao Yi laughed so hard that his dimples appeared, then the scheme was successful; at this time, everyone would be in danger, because they didn't know who was to blame.

If Xiao Yi touched his nose with a serious face, then he was going to kill someone!

If Xiao Yi touched his nose while laughing so hard that his dimples were exposed, the consequences would be serious, blood would flow into rivers, and millions of corpses would be buried...

Someone in the Three Kingdoms period summed it up: "The most powerful weapon in the world is Lu Wenhou's Fangtian painted halberd; the fastest is the sun-shooting arrow of old general Huang Zhong; .

When encountering difficulties, learn from the methods of the great man. A great man also encountered the same situation back then. The enemy blocked him, supplies were scarce, food and drink were insufficient, and people were panicked. At this time, there are three ways to go;

Number one: starve to death together; this is absolutely not acceptable.In Xiao Yi's heart: "I'd rather 'invert the door' than starve to death!"