"Don't press me down!" Han Qi was very upset, and finally found a shady place to rest for a while, and his body was pressed down as soon as he fell asleep. .
Han Qi was a bit tired, having been exposed to the sun for a whole day, he couldn't open his eyes at all, so he subconsciously pushed away the two thighs that were pressing on his body.
It was much more comfortable this way, and Han Qi fell into a dream again with satisfaction. Before sleeping for a few minutes, his body was pressed again. Can't these animals find other places to sleep? He insisted on being squeezed together with Lao Tzu. Although Han Qi was a bit sullen, he still didn't want to open his eyes. When he woke up, he would change to the old Wu head to bask in the sun. It's best to close his eyes and rest until he changed shifts. For myself, I can just sleep through it perfunctorily.
It's the third time! Han Qi was really angry, and his patience was running out. He had to put his legs on his body to be comfortable. He wanted to see who this kid was, and dared to disturb Uncle Han Qi's sleep.
Han Qi opened his eyes suddenly, and pulled up his sleeves to clean up this ignorant person.
When Han Qi opened his eyes, he was stunned. Where would he go to find the person who put his legs on him? Did he go to hell to find it
In front of Han Qi's eyes were bloody corpses, and what was pressing on him just now was a headless corpse.
"Xiao Liu? Bold? Little Huzi?" Those fellow villagers that Han Qi knew, as well as a few of his soldiers, all grew up here and seemed to want to say something but didn't say it.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The shouts rang out on the city wall, flames rose up in front of Han Qi, and a large group of figures in black clothes were waving swords at those in his robes.
The blood is extraordinarily brilliant in the twilight.
Han Qi finally understood a little bit, the enemy attacked, there were enemies who wanted to capture the city wall, and the outside of the city was quiet, only the movement on the city wall, which meant that these enemies came out of the city and quietly climbed up the city wall. During the rest, he swung the butcher knife, and those brothers who died in peace are like this.
And Han Qi's own fate was crushed by the corpses of those brothers, so he was not discovered by the enemy.
"There are still some dead!" A man in black noticed the situation here, pulled out a sword flower in his hand, and rushed towards Han Qi. From the posture of holding the sword, he was still proficient. elite.
"Everyone is dead!" Han Qi has been on the battlefield, but that was also when Xiapi was besieged. At that time, they were the besiegers, and they had the upper hand. All of them are soldiers of the Lu Bu army in armor.
Moreover, there was such a corpse of a fellow countryman under his feet, which made Han Qi afraid. The fear in his heart prevented him from noticing the attack of the man in black beside him.
"Are you scared? You are returning to the army! Lu Bujun is just such a waste!" The man in black smiled ferociously and sent his hands towards Han Qi's chest. He wanted to kill this waste with a sword.
"Ah!" Han Qi also found the sharp sword, but it was too late when he found out, he could see the ferocious expression on the face of the man in black and the fine hairs on the skin in front of him.
Han Qi closed his eyes, he knew he was going to die this time, he was going to die with Xiao Liu and the others!
"Dang!" There was a crisp sound of iron objects colliding. Han Qi didn't wait for the feeling of the cold long sword piercing his chest, but what he waited for was a roar.
"Han Qi, why are you in a daze! This is a battlefield, a battlefield!"
"This voice?!" A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Han Qi's face. Half a day before this voice, Han Qi wished he would never hear it again in his life.
But now Han Qi really wanted to thank the owner of the voice.
"Old Wutou!" Han Qi's face was full of surprise, he turned around, and it turned out to be the one-armed old Wutou, holding a saber in one hand to help Han Qi resist the attack of the man in black.
"One-armed? Old crippled?!" The man in black was stopped by the long sword. He was shocked at first, but when he saw the person coming, he became disdainful. The Lu Bu soldier in front of him turned out to be a one-armed man. Look, the age is not too young.
"Could it be that Lu Bujun are all cowards, old and disabled!" the man in black said disdainfully.
"coward?"
"Old disabled?!" Han Qi and old Wu's faces darkened at the same time. Han Qi didn't find the long sword, not because he was afraid, but because he had just escaped from death and he didn't react.
And old Wutou's severed arm was a lifelong pain. If this hand hadn't been severed, then he should be galloping on the plain of Shiting with General Zhang Liao on his horse now.
But now because of this broken arm, he can only be a city gate military lord. When he was attacked by these men in black, the old Wutou had a kind of joy, why? Because he finally has a place to play.
"Lv Bujun is really deserted!" The man in black didn't pay attention to these two people at all. Is there a difference between one waste and two wastes? The same is killing, but there is an extra undead under the sword.
"You are not allowed to insult Lu Bujun!" Old Wu's face was so cold that his face was almost frozen. As for the Xuzhou soldiers who had just joined the Bingzhou Army, the Guangling Army, and the local soldiers in Wancheng, they didn't know the three soldiers of Lu Bujun. The meaning of the word for those veterans who have followed Lu Bu since Bingzhou.
Lu Bu is the god of war in their hearts, Lu Bu is their army spirit and their banner, and the three words Lu Bujun are cherished all their lives.
When I was in Bingzhou, the word Lu Bujun was a nightmare for foreigners. As long as they knew that Lu Bujun was coming, those jackal-like foreigners would all run away, and the Han people would all shout for encouragement.
When he was in Luoyang, Ding Yuan didn't have as many troops as Dong Zhuo's Xiliang soldiers, but Ding Yuan had Lu Bu's army in his hands, so he dared to line up troops and declare war on Dong Zhuo.
When the Hulao was closed, the eighteen princes heard the existence of Lv Bu's army, and they were all terrified. Among the generals, there was no Lv Bu's single enemy. Even Liu Guanzhang would go out together. Wolf cavalry is the god of death for these princes.
Then came Cao Cao's fear, Liu Bei's deep fear, and the combination of the two drove Lu Bujun out of Xuzhou.
After so many years of traveling east and west, there are not many old brothers who really followed Lu Bu, but these old brothers have always engraved these three words in their hearts, that is Lu Bujun.
They were born as members of Lu Bujun, and died as ghosts of Lu Bujun. It can be said that these three words are the glory of their lives, and they are sacred and inviolable.
But now an enemy is talking nonsense, old Wu is angry, this good-tempered old man with a broken arm is angry, no one has ever provoked him like this, even Chang'an, in Xuzhou, was chased and intercepted by others, like a bereaved dog, old Wu The head has never been so angry.
Even if he lost an arm in Kaiyang, Old Wu still faced it calmly.
"Damn you!" The old Wu's head has changed. In Han Qi's eyes, the old Wu's head is too scary now. His eyes are already red with murderous aura. These are not human eyes anymore, but a kind of beast. The look of a beast.
Wolf! Yes, it is a wolf! Han Qi knew what old Wutou looked like now, a lone wolf, a lone wolf who had left the pack. Although he had left the pack, he still had the slightest nostalgia for the pack.
"You want me to die? Just rely on a coward, an old cripple! Don't laugh at me!" The man in black smiled contemptuously. If Lu Bu's army is at this level, why would the old Patriarch have to think hard, just send them to attack the city wall? up.
In just half a day, there were no fewer than ten Lu Bujun soldiers who died at his hands.
"I'm not a coward, an old cripple and me alone is enough!" Old Wutou said coldly, "I, Wu Zun, from Bingzhou Jinyang, used to be a member of Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry, but now I am a member of the City Gate Army." Hou!"
"Why are you telling me this? Are you going to tell future generations?!" the man in black sneered.
"Remember this, you can only tell Lord Yan who killed you after you die, lest you become a dead ghost!" One-armed and celibate, but the old Wutou gave Han Qi the feeling of being so stalwart "Let me, Bingzhou The old cripple of the wolf rider is here to send you on your way!"
"I won't play with you anymore! I'm tired, I should kill you!" The man in black felt the aura of the old Wu, but for some reason he shuddered, which made him very ashamed and angry. He was trained by the Zhou family. The elite, and now they are frightened by an old cripple.
The murderous intent of the man in black became stronger as he became angry from embarrassment. (To be continued.)