Chapter 824: First Meeting with Liu, Guan, and Zhang

In the wilderness of the loess slope, two groups of people were shouting and killing. One group, wearing light leather armor and holding knives, shields, and spears, was like a hot knife through butter, unstoppable, killing the other group until they threw away their helmets and armor. Even though they had already killed the opponent until they were defeated, they were still shouting and chasing behind."

The group being chased and hacked, except for a few who ran the fastest and were fully armored, the vast majority were in rags, and the shoes on their feet were mostly straw sandals. The equipment on their bodies was even more varied, not knowing where they found the armor, which was bundled tightly on their bodies. The weapons were also mostly long knives, and some even held iron forks. At a glance, it was known that it was a group of miscellaneous soldiers with no combat effectiveness."

This group of miscellaneous soldiers all had yellow turbans on their foreheads. Although their actions and fighting had no method, they also understood that these people were an organization."

On the battlefield further away full of corpses, many flags fell to the ground, with many black footprints and dark red blood on them. Except for the Five-Direction Flags, etc., in the faintness, words could be clearly seen on several flags, writing 'The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the year is Jiazi, the world is auspicious'..."

A knight riding on a somewhat short and not very tall warhorse, waving the long knife in his hand, looked at the beardless boy who was already scared silly and standing still in place, his mouth pulled up, revealing a ferocious smile, driving the warhorse and raising the long knife, wanting to behead him with one knife, becoming a stroke in his merit book."

Wang Yan hadn't recovered yet, when he heard a slight sound of breaking wind, and felt his whole body's hair stand on end, and the alarm bell rang loudly."

In an instant, he retreated sharply, dodging the knight who still had a ferocious smile on his mouth and hadn't had time to turn into surprise, and then his face changed."

The knight watched the beardless boy run again, and in just a few steps, he grabbed the horse's reins. Before he could react, he was snatched of his knife, and was pulled off the horse. He lay on the ground, was stepped on by the horse behind, and was stepped on by the people behind. He stared with unwillingness, turned over a few mouthfuls of blood, and was already dead."

Wang Yan clamped the horse's belly and galloped, but it was also a gallop relative to human running. This horse's appearance was not very good. His weight of more than two hundred catties, undulating on the horse, still affected the horse's speed. The knight behind was about to catch up."

Only then did he take the time to look at himself. The same coarse cloth and linen clothes, rags, straw-woven sandals on his feet, and a yellow turban tied on his forehead. How could he not distinguish the situation? He, Mr. Wang, had just become a believer of the Great Virtuous Teacher and a member of the Yellow Turban Army."

The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out in the seventh year of Guanghe and lasted for more than half a year. The heroes at the end of the Han Dynasty appeared here. The Yellow Turban Army, who couldn't live by digging food in the ground, became the experience babies of the heroes at the end of the Han Dynasty. They all made some names by fighting the Yellow Turbans and mixed some merits."

While taking the time to receive identity information, Wang Yan looked around the entire battlefield, judging the time information. Now the scorching sun is in the sky, the skin's touch still has a slight coolness, the trees in the distance are newly green, silently estimated, it is almost March or April, the Yellow Turban outbreak has not been long, it should be located in the north, combined with the battle situation of the entire Yellow Turban Rebellion, now it should be in the Mobile Corps Commander area."

At this time, he also accepted his identity information. There is nothing worth praising. He was drifting and growing up, making a living by farming for the landlord, was harshly treated and saw that he couldn't live, so he killed the landlord and fled, caught up with the Yellow Turban outbreak, and then joined the Yellow Turban Army to mix food."

As for who the main general here is, it is not very clear. In a battlefield of more than a thousand people, I think the main general is not a celebrity."

Thoughts flashed, the pursuers behind arrived in the blink of an eye, and some even shot cold arrows from behind. Wang Yan flew on the horse, shaking the arrows shot with a knife, occasionally reaching out to grab an arrow, and throwing it back like a dart."

Just at this time, with a roar, a fast horse killed from behind. That horse was really a good horse, constantly narrowing the distance between him and Wang Yan. The person on the horse was eight feet tall, with a leopard head and ring eyes, swallow jaw and tiger beard, voice like thunder, momentum like a galloping horse, using a snake spear of one foot eight, eyes wide open, wow, wow, and poked, straight to Wang Yan's back heart."

Mouth shouted: "Your grandfather is here, boy, die."

Seeing this person's appearance, Wang boy was slightly stunned. Of course he recognized this person. Isn't it Zhang Fei Zhang Yide? His hometown two thousand years later is still flooding."

Wang Yan's mouth pulled up, staggered to avoid the sharp spear tip, and without haste, grabbed the wax rod head of the long spear, the whole person soared from the horse, turned and swept with a knife."

Zhang Fei was confident in his martial arts, and he didn't believe that the Yellow Turban thieves had any masters. Facing the sudden situation at this time, he was panicked but not chaotic. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the gun rod hard, wanting to snatch the weapon back, but through the gun body, he also felt the extraordinary of this boy. Facing the incoming knife light, he hurriedly used the strength of breastfeeding to pull the gun body and lean back, avoiding being beheaded by this knife. At the same time, he drew the knife from his waist, trying to counterattack."

But Wang Yan would not give Zhang Fei this opportunity. He himself was in a hovering posture. Now that Zhang Fei pulled him over, coupled with Zhang Fei's faster horse speed, he was already above Zhang Fei. So before Zhang Fei had more actions, the back of the knife smashed on Zhang Fei's hand, and at the same time kicked him off the horse."

Zhang Fei felt pain and let go, then felt a huge force coming. When he came back to his senses, the whole person was already rolling on the ground. Fortunately, his reaction was not comparable to ordinary small soldiers, otherwise he would follow the footsteps of the person who was snatched by Wang Yan before and be trampled to death alive."

Through the short fight and comparing strength, Wang Yan knew that Zhang Fei was not weak. Perhaps he was just starting out and his combat experience was not rich, but his foundation was good. Some people were born for fighting. Zhang Fei's family conditions were good, he ate and drank well, his body was well-raised, five big and three thick, not comparable to ordinary people. And he had some methods when moving, and there must be inheritance in the family. I think he also used strong medicine for strong bones."

It was just that Zhang Fei underestimated the enemy and didn't take Wang Yan seriously, which was why he was kicked off the horse. If the two fought fairly, they could barely fight for a few rounds. Wang Yan didn't want Zhang Fei's life, otherwise, it wouldn't be pulling the hand with the back of the knife, but wiping the neck with the blade."

Although this is the world of Romance, Wang Yan is holding a long spear more than four meters long and quite heavy, although Zhang Fei has a name on the martial arts list. If you say who can fight Wang Yan alone in this world, perhaps only the legendary Lu Bu."

Seeing Zhang Fei, it is not enough to judge what the situation is now, but it can be determined that it is the early stage of the Yellow Turban, and there must be Liu Bei and Guan Yu in the pursuers behind. After all, the three brothers don't separate much, and the pursuers now are few, estimated to be Liu Bei's 500 main troops."

The horse was given by the Zhongshan big merchants Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang, fifty horses. The weapons of the three brothers Liu, Guan, and Zhang were also sponsored by these two. As for the manpower, it belongs to family investment."

At any time, the township party is relatively rampant, especially the current Great Han is essentially controlled by the aristocratic families. On every piece of land, there are a bunch of families. Liu Bei and Zhang Fei are supported by clans behind them. These followers are mostly grown up in a village with bare buttocks, plus the local recruited township braves, and they pulled out such a team."

As for Guan Yu, he killed the local powerful landlord in his hometown. It is almost the same as Wang Yan's identity. If he is not awesome enough, he dare not go back, so among the three, Guan Yu is not bringing capital into the group, purely relying on martial arts."

Thinking messily in his mind, Wang Yan rode the fast horse snatched from Zhang Fei and ran far away, straight to catch up with the Yellow Turban small soldiers fleeing for their lives in front. Many of them even threw away their weapons, and the armor bundled on their bodies was thrown away while running. This is the proper throwing away of helmets and armor."

Wang Yan didn't pay attention to the main force, and the fast horse caught up with the few people who were fully armored and had run far away on horses. These people were the leaders of their team and their confidants. If not, how could the horse be so precious and distributed to people casually."

He didn't have a word of nonsense. Zhang Fei poked him from behind, and he did it again. The difference is that he could escape from Zhang Fei's hands and snatch weapons and horses, but these people, one poke, one death."

He didn't even give his superior leader extra nonsense, and all eight riders were poked to death."

Then Wang Yan reined in his horse and looked back, the long spear standing on the ground, looking faintly at the Yellow Turban soldiers running towards him."

These people were gaunt and sallow; they were already at the end of their rope, so they joined the Yellow Turbans with the intention of having a go, thinking that by burning, killing, and looting, they could eat their fill and dress warmly. Indeed, at the very beginning of the uprising, their momentum was great, and they did manage to eat their fill a few times. But once the imperial court organized armies to begin the suppression, and they suffered defeat after defeat and were forced to flee in all directions, they could no longer get enough to eat and were chased down and hacked to pieces.

In a short time, Wang Yan had already thought about the future development path."

He has no way to join the Great Han now. This ship is about to sink. He has no money and no way. He can't buy an official even if he wants to. Not to mention that he is a Yellow Turban thief. Don't underestimate the investigation level of ancient times. It's just slow, just low efficiency. According to various social relationships, it can be found. It's just that the time and manpower consumed are a bit large, and ordinary people can't use it."

As for really working for Zhang Jiao, that is also impossible. Hundreds of thousands of people, tossing for less than a year, were brushed as a copy by others. Even if he, Mr. Wang, has heaven-defying talent, he is only an eighteen-year-old young man now. In the Yellow Turban Army, which is also severely squeezed internally, if he wants to stand out, he needs long-term struggle, so that he can step by step. Now he goes to offer advice to Zhang Jiao and wants the command of the Yellow Turban Army. Not being beheaded is Zhang Jiao's generosity."

But the large troops of the Yellow Turban Army collapsed in less than a year, and there was no sufficient time for Wang Yan to play. Not to mention that compared to moving in the old system, it is better to build a new organization by himself, and there is no one to hold back, and no internal struggle that consumes energy."

So these people in front of him are the foundation of the empire. He wants to reorganize and exert the combat effectiveness of these people. But before that, he has to pass the level of Liu Bei's relentless pursuit."

"Stop, you guys don't run anymore. The official army has many horses. How can our two legs run over four legs? The army commander only cares about taking his confidants to run on horses, let us break the rear for them, regardless of the brothers' lives, and has been killed by me. For now, only by fighting to the death with them can we have our way of life. I have a word, you guys listen well, from now on, I am the army commander, those who don't listen to the order will be beheaded. Now, listen to my order, line up to meet the enemy."

"Why listen to you? In my opinion, you should listen to me. I am the commander, you little boy without hair..."

Looking at the fool who was shouting with a knife, Wang Yan swung the long spear, and with one blow, he smashed the fool's head, and the red and white splashed on others. At this time, the enemy was about to catch up, and he was still grabbing power with him. He was really tired of living."

Killing a chicken to warn the monkey, Wang Yan shook the blood attached to the long spear, and looked at them with a gloomy gaze: "Line up to meet the enemy behind me! Those with weapons in front, those without weapons in the back, thirty people separated by one person standing in a row. But if anyone runs away, as long as I am not dead, I will take your lives. Fast!"

Listening to Wang Yan's roar, facing his gloomy gaze, a group of Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers hurriedly buzzed and lined up behind Wang Yan. A few also went to pull the horses resting on the side. These were the mounts of the previous Yellow Turban leaders, which had been trained to be familiar. The people on the horses were killed, but the horses did not run away. And the remaining captains who led fifty people also understood how to organize the team. They wouldn't fight, but they could line up. Although it was loose and not like a battle formation, it was considered a battle formation."

In the process, there were still people who didn't give up, taking the opportunity to go around behind Wang Yan, wanting to kill him, and were smashed to death without accident, so the rest of the people were honest."

And gradually condensed a fighting spirit, the fighting spirit of seeking life in death. Now they couldn't kill Wang Yan, and didn't dare to run. The military officer who was usually arrogant was killed by Wang Yan without blinking, lighter than killing a chicken. Now they could only hope to defeat the pursuing official army, so they had the courage to fight to the death."

But the pursuing Liu Bei and others saw the internal changes of this group of Yellow Turban thieves, and the young general who knocked Zhang Fei off the horse not only killed the leader but also organized the team on the spot. At a glance, he knew that he was going to fight to the death."

Liu Bei looked closely, and seeing that the enemy wanted to fight to the death, he hurriedly ordered the team to stop. Because these people under his hands were his family foundation, and he didn't want to fight with the enemy. Moreover, the young general knocked Zhang Fei off the horse in one encounter. If that young general broke into the army, he and Guan Yu couldn't stop him. If that young general killed a lot, for him, this battle was a failure even if he won."

Therefore, when Wang Yan and other Yellow Turban soldiers lined up, Liu Bei also ordered his subordinates to line up. The two sides were less than thirty meters apart, and neither moved first. Only Zhang Fei was jumping and scolding in front of the formation, shouting to fight Wang Yan for three hundred rounds..."

After a while, Liu Bei rode alone for more than ten meters, and the red-faced Guan Yu dragging the Green Dragon Crescent Blade behind him narrowed his eyes, ready to attack and rescue his eldest brother at any time."

Liu Bei rode to ten meters in front of the Yellow Turban Army and reined in his horse, bowing his hands in all directions: "I am Liu Bei from Zhuo County, courtesy name Xuande, originally a relative of the Han family, a descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan. Now I hear that the Yellow Turbans are causing chaos, so I joined the army to break the thieves and settle the people. You are all good men, not thinking of serving the country and settling the people, how can you be rebels against the country?"

"Bei has a word, the general should listen to it. Now our two sides are facing each other, it is really a lose-lose situation, why not surrender early? If you surrender, Bei swears by his ancestors, and will definitely protect you from harm. The general has high martial arts, why bother to follow the thieves? A man does not contribute to the country, but instead harms the country and the people, it is really going astray..."

Wang Yan looked at Liu Bei who was wringing his wrists and sighing, and confirmed that what he said was the truth, because Liu Bei's eyes were full of sincerity. This is seeing that he, Mr. Wang, can fight and wants to recruit."

He gently knocked the horse's belly and slowly moved forward to five meters in front of Liu Bei, and slammed Zhang Fei's snake spear into the ground. He couldn't move forward anymore, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei behind were about to explode. If it weren't for Liu Bei pressing, they would have killed him and fought a three-hero battle against Wang Yan."

Also bowed his hands, Wang Yan looked at Liu Bei and said: "What the general said is not true. The current dynasty is corrupt, eunuchs are in power, treacherous officials are in the court, and the high officials of the dynasty are eating the Han salary, but this salary is the blood and sweat of our small people. Among the public in the court, who is thinking for our small people? The aristocratic families control the local area, are arrogant and domineering, and treat us like pigs and dogs. Now that we can't live, we should seek death.

What if you are a relative of the Han family? There are as many relatives as hairs on a cow today, who knows you, Liu Xuande? You want to revitalize the Han and serve the country, I ask you, can we eat dry rice for three meals? Can we eat meat for every meal? Can we have no powerful families looting our land, bullying our wives and daughters, and enslaving our descendants? Looking at your expression, do you think I have a disease? Hahaha..."

Under Liu Bei's awkward but polite smile, Wang Yan laughed loudly and said, "I am determined today, swearing that my brothers will eat and wear warmly, eat dry rice for three meals, eat meat for every meal, and no one dares to bully us."

In the twentieth minute of arriving here, Wang Yan issued a sound beyond the era. Liu Bei listened to it as a joke, but the Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers behind Wang Yan had different eyes. Since they smeared yellow turbans, they heard that the blue sky is dead and the yellow sky should stand. They know that the Great Virtuous Teacher wants to be emperor, and what he promised them is also eating and drinking, but it is not very specific."

Now what this suddenly emerged army commander said is very good, saying that they don't even dare to dream, eating meat for three meals, no one bullying, what kind of life would that be?"

Liu Bei shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Does the general really follow Zhang Jiao wholeheartedly? Don't you think he has such great power?"

"I am Wang Yan, courtesy name Ziyan, just call my name. With these few people under my command, how dare I be called a general?" Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile and said, "I heard that from one tube, you can see the whole leopard. This is how you can know the whole picture of the leopard. Now my brothers are being chased and hacked by you, so I know that the situation of the Great Virtuous Teacher's department is not very good. He can't step on the yellow sky. I think the future of our brothers cannot be entrusted to others. The future we want should be fought by ourselves."

"Oh? Ziyan might as well share with Bei, how are you going to fight?"

"How can empty words be achieved? You must do it down-to-earth. Xuande, I know you cherish soldiers and don't want to fight to the death. My brothers are also seeking life in death. Since this is the case, then stop the war. Now there is no place in the Central Plains to kill us, and there is no place for us to stand. I want to go north to Liaodong, find a pure land and border with the barbarians. There may not be no day to meet again in the future. I know Xuande has great ambitions. If there is no place to live, you can come to Liaodong to join me. I will definitely sweep the bed and wait for you. See you later."

After saying that, Wang Yan bowed his hands to Liu Bei with a smile, turned his horse around, and greeted the remaining Yellow Turban miscellaneous soldiers to go northeast. Only the snake spear deeply inserted into the loess land stood upright in place."

Zhang Fei, whose hand had swollen into a pig's hoof, came over with teeth and claws, and angrily pulled up the snake spear on the ground: "Eldest brother, just let that guy go?"

Liu Bei on the horse looked at the sparse and distant team: "Otherwise what? Our brothers came from afar, how can we fight with them with our lives? If that Wang Yan kills, how many of the hometown brothers who follow us can return home? Yide, remember not to be impulsive."

"This Wang Yan is very strong, Yide is not wrong to lose. He returned Yide's weapon, and his words were polite. I think this person must also be a person who believes in weight, but it's a pity that he is going in the opposite direction to us."

Guan Yu, dragging the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and stroking his long beard, rode forward and said so."

The black-faced Zhang Fei held the snake spear, looking at his pig's hoof-like hand, his black face twitching with pain, and his face became darker. Not wrong to lose? I... ===== CHAPTER 825 =====