Three Kingdoms: The opening incorporates Li Cunxiao

Lost.

Murong Chui knelt down weakly on the ground. The endless corpses in front of him were like bright red covering the human world. All of which demonstrate his incompetence.

Looking back on my life, it seems like a complete joke.

The person he admired was the famous general Murong Ke.

From beginning to end, he regarded Wei Zhiran Min as his opponent and imaginary enemy.

But it was not the general Ran Min who defeated him again and again, but the little-known Wang Meng!

A sloppy farmer, a lice-infested piece of shit just starting out!

It’s just one step away!

He was only one step away from proving Wang Meng's incompetence to the world and washing away his own shame.

He wanted to prove that he, who was born into a noble family, would never be defeated by the mountain villagers.

Fate played another big joke on him.

In addition to lamenting that "man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation". What can he do?

Wei, Jin and Wu are all alive!

With his invincible and brave appearance, he can only command a crowd of three thousand. He killed the Hu army and passed through it. Before riding all the way to the commander's tent, he hung the black dragon flag of Wei on the Hu commander's camp.

This is Chi Guoguo's humiliation.

The three-foot long sword was unsheathed and resting across his neck.

"General!!" Tuoba Huang was very anxious when he saw that Murong Chui was about to commit suicide. He stretched out his hand to grab the blade, Ao Hong's blood dripping down his fingertips: "We still have a chance, we have an army of 400,000 and 30 There are tens of thousands of troops! Aren't they going back to the camp to drink? As long as you mobilize the army one more time, just once! You will definitely be able to open the gap at the entrance of the camp and escape!"

"Wrong." Murong Chui smiled bitterly and looked at the black dragon flag flying above his head: "There is no chance, there will be no chance again. It seems that Wang Jinglue opened one eye while sleeping, how could he leave hidden dangers for you to attack? No. He said that now I can't command the troops at all. Even if I really want to organize a breakout, it will be in vain, so why bother asking for humiliation."

Murong Chui's 20,000 direct descendants had been killed and injured when they blocked the Wei army's front the night before.

Now that he was truly alone, how could he fight with Wang Meng?

"If a general is not afraid of death, why be afraid of a battle! It's always good to try."

"Do you know? That Wang Meng also thinks like you. He just wants to watch me struggle in a desperate situation, hit the wall everywhere, and finally die in despair unwillingly. How can I follow his wishes!"

Tuoba Huang fell silent.

He was Murong Chui's absolute confidant, and he was naturally familiar with Wang Meng's character.

On the surface, that man looks like a gentleman, but on the inside, he is just a bad village boy who plays tricks on his enemies.

He will make you wander endlessly between hope and despair, and eventually die unwillingly after being exhausted.

Throughout the past, only Wang Meng had the upper hand in battles.

Obviously they all saw hope, but none of them succeeded in making a comeback.

The more entangled you are, the more you will lose your troops and generals, and the more you will lose.

"Let go! He wants me to live, but I want to die for him. This time, Wang Jinglue will definitely not be able to defeat me!"

"General."

"Let go!!"

He slowly opened his palms, and with a hissing sound, a stream of blood arrows shot up into the sky.

The bloody sword tip slowly dropped to the ground.

A generation of heroes ended their lives in an almost tragic way.

At this moment, there was a smile in his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up.

It was as if he had just come back and entered the military formation. The young man was so dazzling that he was invincible in every battle.

The ups and downs of the world are all churning in the palm of your hand.

After the surrounding guards cried for a while, they all chose to follow their master and end their lives.

Blood dyed the once handsome tent red.

When the sky is bright.

After the war was completely calm, the other tribal leaders came back belatedly.

"Murong Chui, you loser, how can you let the Han people kill the commander's camp? People like you are not worthy of waiting for me."

The leaders took a closer look and found that Murong Chui had already lost his breath.

In front of the commander's tent with a hanging sword, there was a deep red mark on his neck. He was breathless but still standing.

In the surrounding area, nearly three hundred people also appeared to commit suicide.

As soon as he leaves, thousands of troops will follow him.

Touching.

No matter what happened to Murong Chui, in the eyes of his direct descendants, he was a leader worthy of death.

Now that the leader is dead, they have lost all hope of survival.

Tuoba Huang was the only one alive in the Shura field. He sat alone in front of the tent and carved each person's name on a wooden sign. After the seal was carved, they began to dig a hole and bury them.

Liu Mao, the Shanyu of the Xiongnu, came out and struck him with a whip on his back: "The defeated wild dogs should be exposed in the wilderness. Do they deserve to be buried? Get out of here. I will hang Murong Chui's corpse on the Xiongnu's." In the king’s tent, let you all see what the consequences will be if you delay the opportunity to fight and wait passively for battle!”

Tuoba Huang turned back coldly and looked directly at Liu Mao, as if he had been prepared, he pulled open the curtain on the ground, revealing a field of hay covered with kerosene.

Murong Chui set fire to the mountain, so he naturally prepared a large amount of kerosene.

As a close confidant, he naturally knows where the kerosene is stored.

Tuoba Huang originally only wanted to nip the danger in the bud, but Murong was too determined to die and was unwilling to return to the ranks of the Hu people and make another effort even before his death.

Because of this, Tuoba Huang used the evil in human nature to guess the next move of the leaders.

"Get out!"

"You" Liu Mao wanted to say something else, but looking at Tuoba Huang's emotionless eyes, he finally didn't have the courage to say the words in his throat.

He is so violent that he is afraid of being stunned, and he is so stunned that he is afraid of losing his life.

The reason why Tuoba Huang did not follow Murong Chui was not because he cherished his life, but because he was used to taking care of his own general's aftermath.

This has been going on for so many years, and he will do his best even in the end.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Tuoba Huang's sweat wet the ground, his lips turned white, and his whole body was almost exhausted.

"Brothers, forgive me for not being able to bury you all. I believe you don't care either. Loyal people will follow the general for life, but they don't want a place to live after death, right? Let's meet again when we go down and have a good drink!"

Murong Chui's body was gently moved and placed into a pit for burial.

After doing all this.

He took out two flints from his pocket and touched them lightly.

The camp fire started in the wind.

In the light of the fire, Tuoba Huang murmured: "General, don't worry. No one will disturb your rest. I really want to see what they will do without you to fight against the king's thief."