Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

As soon as Yan Qingfu left the tent, his usual amiable expression returned to his face, he caught a glimpse of Xi Zhicai inadvertently, and said with a smile: "Is Zhicai here to look for Meng De? I sent reinforcements to the right army."

Xi Zhicai smiled noncommittally, and bowed to Yan Qing: "Thank you, Sikong."

Yan Qing didn't want to stay here any longer, so he nodded slightly at him as a response, then hurriedly passed him by, and went back to the central army.

Xi Zhicai stood still, turned around silently, looked at Yan Qing's receding figure, and fell into deep thought.

Yan Qing was delayed for a while, the battle ahead was in full swing, all the generals were fighting among themselves, but under Guo Jiana's decent command, the Chinese army was in good condition.

Seeing Yan Qing's arrival, Guo Jia was obviously relieved: "The wounded soldiers have been carried into the wounded camp as the Lord ordered, and there are still some in the future, so there is nothing we can do."

Yan Qing stared closely at the front, and unconsciously, his eyes stayed on the majestic Lu Bu who was rushing to the left for a long time, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, let me replace you next."

Guo Jiale took two steps back and asked, "What are you up to, my lord?"

Yan Qing lightly wrote: "Wang Rui was fed up with my anger, and should have run away by now."

Guo Jia asked in surprise, "Why?"

Yan Qing briefly recounted the situation at that time, Guo Jia frowned and thought for a moment, then said tactfully: "Maybe this matter can be handled in a more tactful manner, without leaving the suspicion of being arrogant. Just let him go away full of resentment, and turn around to settle down." Dedicated to slandering the lord, saying that you are narrow-minded and intolerant, which will damage your reputation."

Yan Qing said: "But what he did today cannot be tolerated. Besides, even if there is no incident, rumors and rumors about me will be inevitable. I will not worry if I have a lot of debts. I will simply be tough once, so that others will have scruples. Just let it go."

Seeing that Guo Jia seemed to be trying to persuade him again, Yan Qing waved his hand, looked at the fierce battle in the distance, and suddenly smiled and said: "If it's just for me, then that's fine. But it's my favorite general, my When my friends were fighting bloody battles ahead, putting life and death at risk, I happened to overhear them not only sitting back and enjoying the benefits, but also wantonly humiliating them, trying to sow dissension and shake the morale of the army. How can this be tolerated? "

"Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years. On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, and each can only rely on his own ability; but I can protect them from dying of conspiracy and being stabbed by my own knives."

"And even if Wang Rui wants to talk nonsense, as long as this battle is won..."

Yan Qing really didn't take the mere Wang Rui to heart. In history, Sun Jian was forced to commit suicide by swallowing gold after his face was torn apart.

When he said this, he couldn't help but paused, and changed his words: "We must not be defeated. The world may not listen to him."

If Wang Rui had only called him a short-sighted villager and singled him out, Yan Qing would not have been so furious, and with the heart of driving the other party away, he would have exploded ruthlessly.

But Wang Rui was probably worried about his high position and reputation, so his harsh words were all aimed at the poor children in his tent.

But it firmly touched Yan Qing's Ni Lin, pressing out a big piece of heart disease.

God knows how many heroic and skilled generals in history did not die brilliantly on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather, but died in political struggles, carrying stigma into the coffin?

How could Yan Qing tolerate these tragedies when he saw so many historical records, which happened to the precious talents he loved like the eyeballs.

After Guo Jia listened, his eyes moved slowly, and he said angrily for a while, "Jia hasn't spoken yet, how can my lord know the unspoken words?"

Yan Qing gestured politely: "Please tell me, Fengxiao."

Guo Jia smiled hilariously, and said lazily: "My salary is not for nothing."

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then smiled in relief, and couldn't help stroking Guo Jia's back, saying, "Isn't that true? With Feng Xiao's words, I will be more at ease in the future, and you will deal with the aftermath anyway. "

As a response to this aggressiveness, Guo Jia just rolled his eyes mercilessly: "Please be merciful, my lord!"

Yan Qing laughed, and finally took a last look at the majestic Dabu Tiger in the field, reluctantly went back to the healing camp, and went to Fang Taoyuan for group healing.

He positioned himself appropriately and accurately: he can do a little bit in fighting the enemy and strategizing, but he is not the best at it after all.

It is still suitable for logistics, and it is good to stabilize the political position along the way.

The soldiers who were fighting at the front naturally had no way of knowing that such a farce happened in the rear, and even Wang Rui's angry move to make people make a big noise did not cause much splash.

Even after a distance of several miles, mixed with the sound of fighting, shouting of soldiers, and beating of war drums, it is not difficult to distinguish Lu Bu shouting at the top of his voice: "Where is the coach on the other side!!! How dare you come out to fight!!!"

Li Jue and the others knew how powerful he was, and when they heard him yelling, they couldn't help cursing inwardly, pretending not to hear him.

— Only fools go.

He was wearing a cloak of flowers and was blown by the wind, his bright silver battle armor was new and shiny, he wore a three-pronged pheasant crown on his head, he was riding a neighing red rabbit horse, and he was holding a Fangtian painted halberd. The God of War in the picturesque book comes to the world, full of majesty and momentum.

As soon as he arrived on the battlefield, Lu Bu swept away the dizziness and restraint of his hands and feet when he was studying and studying in the back camp, but he was a fish in water.

He easily carried a painting halberd weighing dozens of kilograms, urging the red rabbit in and out of the enemy's formation, stabbing from left to right, like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and easy.

While reaping the lives of the soldiers, he also divided his mind to pay attention to the whereabouts of the generals with different colors of robes.

But what's going on today?

Lu Bu was at a loss.

At first, he thought it was because he dodged in time, that miraculously he was not injured.

But just now, he clearly saw himself slow down, heard the snap of the bowstring, caught a glimpse of a feathered arrow leaving the string from the corner of his eye, and was about to be shot by the cold arrow flying from nowhere. Shot in the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it hit him, it made a crisp "kuang" sound and fell down slumped.

No matter how thick the battle armor is, there is no reason why such a thing can be done?

Lu Bu had long forgotten the palm-sized black shield that his lord had bestowed upon him, and was similar in style to the 'Eight Diagrams Formation' that Guo Fengxiao held. Sexually carry the Lord's rewards close to his body.

Now that he had obtained the great benefits brought by the Renwang Shield, he was also puzzled, but with this question mark in his stomach, he charged even harder.

Sun Jian at the other end was covered in enemy blood, and shouted from afar: "Lu—general—jun!"

Without looking back, Lu Bu waved his hand violently: "Say something quickly!"

Sun Jian said anxiously: "Have you seen-to-there-how many-turtle-suns-have you-?!"

Lu Bu was overjoyed, and with a halberd, he stabbed an enemy soldier in the neck, causing his blood to splash on the spot, and he fell down without saying a word: "If I see you, it's your turn! Go, go!"

Sun Jian thought it was the same reason, so he shut up resentfully.

"Where is little Li Jue!" Lu Bu continued to yell after this reminder: "Where is little Guo Si! Where is little Niu Fu! Where is little Fan Chou!"

Being able to remember the names of these people is due to the fact that he scolded him a lot during the war recently, but that's all.

Lu Bu doesn't care about this little detail either—I don't remember if it's more contemptuous

He held the rein with one hand, polished his eyes, and drove the red rabbit around the field without giving up: "Where is that so-and-so! Come out and die!"

The corners of Guo Jia's mouth twitched: This is a memory-breaker.

Dong Zhuojun has also been scolded for having some immunity these days, so he turned a deaf ear to this and just fought silently.

Lv Bu had no choice but to dance Fang Tian's painted halberd to the sound of boredom, and with a violent effort on his back, in the shadow of the flying halberd and blood splattering everywhere, he coldly took away lives one by one.

Because of Taoyuan's sworn brotherhood, Yan Qing can only hold four cards at the same time. Even if he knows that he has to prepare for the war, one of the four cards is always a peach for first aid, and one can be used as military rations at any time. The five grains are plentiful, and the two peach gardens specially used for healing are sworn brothers.

After he released a sheet of Taoyuan Jieyi to the thousands of wounded soldiers in the healing battalion, he suddenly felt tired in his limbs and dizzy. Thanks to the soldiers who supported him in time, he didn't fall down on the spot.

It seemed that the more people affected by the card's effect, the greater the burden on his body.

Yan Qing rubbed his eyebrows, sat quietly on the side for a while, his hands and feet were not so weak, and then stood up again, as if nothing had happened: "I'm fine, go back."

Just at this moment, there was an uproar in the battle formation, and there was a burst of cheers like mountains and seas.

Yan Qing was stunned, and couldn't help speeding up a few steps, and then heard the soldiers shouting happily: "Lv-General-Jun-Wei-Wu!"

Yan Qing: ...

What's going on here?

When he arrived at a quick pace, he looked forward and saw Lu Bu, whose eyes were red from killing, swung his painting halberd out of the silver path, full of murderous aura, like an eagle chasing a chicken, and rushed straight to a place without stopping. went.

And not far in front of Lu Bu, a general with blue helmet and red scarf was frightened and fled in the direction of closing the door in a panic. Several cavalry rushed out to meet him, desperately preventing Lu Bu from pursuing.

Yan Qing: "..."

Lv Bu rushed all the way to the front of the pass with unstoppable momentum, but he was blocked by many soldiers on the way and was delayed for a while, so that he couldn't stop him in time. The tempting thought of chasing and killing that guy retreated.

"Damn it, tell him to run away!"

With great difficulty, Lu Bu caught Li Jue in the crowd with his piercing eyes, but the other party was the commander of the first army, but he turned his head and ran away decisively.

His reaction was not to say that he was unhappy, and immediately chased after him desperately, but Li Jue escaped faster than a rabbit, so he could only catch up with him.

Yan Qing was terrified when he saw it - if the other party lured the big fool Lu Bu into the pass and closed the door, it would be a catch!

He didn't care whether Lv Bu could hear it, and shouted loudly: "Fengxian is poor, so don't chase after him!"

Lu Bu was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up, he turned his head suddenly, with a beaming face, he tentatively compared his heart to Yan Qing on his chest.

Yan Qing: "..."

Even though it was clear from his rational point of view that Lu Bu should just ask him if he wanted to continue charging, but at this very serious moment, seeing such a gesture suddenly, he still almost had the urge to be violent.