Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The strong wind tightened, grabbed Sun Jian's cloak, and blew the ancient ingot handle in his hand to ice-cold.

"This world will be a chaotic world. If you don't make up your mind, you won't be able to survive."

I don't know when there was a song circulating in Jiangdong. The song was sung by Jiangdong Zhou Lang. He once said that it was made by his "Ziqi".

It should be compared to that person as "Bo Ya Ziqi", what kind of person can be called a confidant by that Jiangdong Zhou Lang, it makes people want to meet him.

But no one has seen his "Ziqi", but the song is so embarrassing, the song is like this:

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Success or failure turned empty.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman Qiao Jiangzhu used to watch autumn and spring.

A jug of muddy wine meets together.

How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes. "

Everything in this world is just a joke in the future?

Sun Jian let the strong wind tug on his cloak, holding the handle of the knife.

"I, Sun Wentai, don't want to be wiped out by that big wave."

Who wants to be swept away by the big waves, but if you don't want to, you can only go against the trend.

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"tear."

Gu Nan bit the jerky, forcibly tore off a piece, chewed it in his mouth, and said helplessly.

"Ah, this jerky is so hard."

The wind has been getting stronger and stronger these days, making it difficult for her to wear the bamboo hat on her head.

I mentioned the issue of slow update, sweating, I'm sorry, I will do it as soon as possible, I do write things slowly, wry smile.

Chapter 3 Eleven: People are always afraid

A ray of sky light fell from the sky and landed on the bank of Sishui in front of Hulao Pass.It landed on a shimmering blade. The edge of the blade was clear, and there was a cold light under the sunlight.

In the cold light, on the glowing blade, there was an endless piece of black armor reflected. Row after row of black armor formed in front of the barracks.

The cold wind blew non-stop, blowing head-on, pulling the army's flag tightly and blowing the soldiers' collars.

The people seemed to be frozen there, motionless, many of them lowered their heads, and couldn't see the expressions on their faces clearly, but thinking about it, there shouldn't be any expressions.

All the soldiers in the barracks have gathered here.

Sun Jian stood in front of the army formation with a knife in his hand, looking west.

Looking west from the barracks, you can see the tents stationed under the Hulao Pass and the bonfires in the tents from a distance.

About two days ago, this army had been stationed outside Hulao Pass. It seemed that it was the vanguard of Dong Zhuo's army. The stationed there was also looking for an opportunity to repel Sun Jian's troops, or maybe it was to test the strength of the princes.

However, for the past two days, Dong Zhuo's vanguard has not moved at all, they just camped outside Hulao Pass without deploying their defenses, they don't know what their plans are.

No matter what you plan to do, try it out today.

Sun Jian grabbed the hilt of his knife, turned around, and looked around the army formation.

Standing in a row were four school generals on horseback. Seeing Sun Jian turn his head, he slightly raised the weapon in his hand and bowed his head in salute.

Sun Jian nodded, looked behind the four generals, and landed on a soldier in the army formation.

The soldier lowered his head, his shoulders were trembling slightly, and the brim of his helmet was covering him, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Sun Jian stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"You, hold your head up."

The soldier raised his head, tears were streaming down his face, and the tears were frozen on his face by the cold wind, forming a thin layer of frost.

"Why are you crying?" Sun Jian asked flatly.

"General." The soldier's shoulders trembled and he gritted his teeth.

"I'm afraid."

It should be a ridiculous thing for a man to cry and say that he is afraid in front of people.

But at this time, no one on both sides of the army laughed at him, because everyone was afraid that the man just happened to cry.

After leaving the army, no one knows what will happen, whether it will be victory or defeat, death or life.

Sun Jian's hands slowly clenched, grasping the soldier's shoulder armor, he was silent for a while before asking.

"What's your name and where do you live?"

The soldier didn't understand what Sun Jian meant, he knew that crying was useless, he knew it was a spineless thing, but when he thought that if he died, there would be no one for the elderly at home, he couldn't help crying.

People are always very strange, they always feel nothing on weekdays, and only when they really feel that they have to lose something do they feel like crying.

The whole family is waiting for his military salary to eat, and the white-haired person gives black hair, it is no different from the death of two generations.

"Chang Cheng, lives in Changsha, Ningxiang."

The soldier replied intermittently.

"Don't cry anymore!" Sun Jian looked at the soldier with a bright expression, "Give me some courage!"

As he spoke, he leaned his face in front of the soldier, resting his forehead against his forehead, staring at him with a pair of red eyes.

"When you get there, either they will die or you will die. Even if you are going to die, don't let me cry like this."

"Don't lose face to our Jiang Dongerlang!"

The soldier was stunned by Sun Jian's shout, and stood there a little at a loss.

Sun Jian gave him one last sharp look, pushed the soldier away, turned around, walked to his horse, and got on it.

He took the rein and walked a few steps forward. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the dull soldier.

"Ningxiang, Changcheng. I remember it, and kill the enemy. If he dies, I will order someone to send a pension to your home and treat your family preferentially."