The war east of the Qingshui ended earlier than the west of the Qingshui River, and there was no longer any institutional resistance at this time.

Due to the influence of the muddy ground, the soldiers all over the mountains and the fields struggled on both sides of the river. Some people were injured in fighting and fell into the deep pool of the wilderness and could no longer bear it. When a group of people were marching here, the bodies of their predecessors were slowly getting cold, and sometimes they were used as tools for stepping on the feet by later generations.

At this time, no one mentioned the friendship between comrades and robes. The failed warriors are no different from the walking corpse. However, occasionally a few war horses are wandering around, making the mournful neighing of losing their companions, which makes people tremble and can't help but howl.

In this environment, those who can still remain calm and try their best to escape are all outstanding talents in the Cao army.

For example, Deng Zhan.

Deng Zhan was a personal general under Cao Cao. He was extremely capable and skilled in martial arts, especially swordsmanship, shooting skills and hand-to-hand fighting methods with empty hands, and were all famous in Yecheng. Because his family had a good relationship with the Cao family for generations, he was named a personal general by Cao Cao, and was able to enter and exit the palace freely and undertake various confidential tasks. Although he had no experience in leading the army, he had a very special status in Yecheng and Xudu.

During the march, Deng Zhan followed the troops of the infantry captain Duan Zhao. Later, the Jiaozhou army rushed over and Duan Zhao's troops fought desperately, but eventually lost. Duan Zhao was killed in front of the formation by the enemy general Kou Feng, and his troops were immediately defeated.

Seeing that the situation was over, Deng Zhan hurriedly led several people around him to flee north. A team of Jiaozhou cavalry followed him like shadows, shooting arrows. Deng Zhan and others kept firing their bows and arrows to fight back. In a moment, more than a dozen people died on both sides.

The Jiaozhou army rushed to fight for a long distance today, and all the war horses were exhausted and could not bear to chase them for a long time. Not long after, they lost their energy and slowly gave up. The mounts of Deng Zhan and others were not much better. When they fled, they did not care about allocating the physical strength of the war horses. At this moment, several people's mouths spewed white foam from the corners of the mouths, but they just insisted on their loyalty to their masters.

Deng Zhan and others rode for several miles, but had to choose a near-water puddle and hide in the reed marsh and rest for a while.

Deng Zhan took off the water bag from his waist and handed it to a middle-aged man dressed in a civil servant beside him: "Please drink water."

The middle-aged man looked around with his eyes and slowly took the water bag.

Deng Zhan thought for a while and said kindly: "I used this myself, please rest assured."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared with the strong postures of Deng Zhan and other martial artists, the middle-aged man's body looks very fragile. Although his exposed face is dirty, his skin on his hands is very white, his fingers and palms are slender, and he seems to have rarely experienced the harsh environment in the wild, and his arms are also very thin.

He took the water bag, took a few sips, and coughed continuously. After coughing a few times, he started vomiting again. Obviously, he rarely rode his horse and could not withstand the ups and downs of the war horse.

Even his walking posture among the reeds was very strange, with his legs streaked out, probably when he was riding a horse, his inner thigh was worn out by the saddle.

Cao's army had many war horses. Generally speaking, even Chinese officials often rode horses and moved around. Unless some noble children with extremely high status were so brittle and soft. Anyone who showed timidity in riding skills would inevitably be teased by colleagues and superiors.

But Deng Zhan was unwilling to blame him at this time.

He hesitated for a moment, leaned out his hand and patted the middle-aged man on the back to relieve the pain a little.

"The enemy's troops are not very strong, and they cannot stop countless people from running around in scattered areas. Please hold on for a while. As long as you go north, you will definitely be able to get the support of the Yanling Hou's troops."

The middle-aged man gasped and chuckled twice.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was speechless, Deng Zhan bowed a little and pulled off the cloth of his military uniform with several other companions and bandaged the wound. Deng Zhan's side waist was scratched by a spear, and the wound was extremely deep, and the gray-white ribs could be vaguely seen in the blood and blood. The other soldiers also had injuries of varying degrees, which was quite difficult to deal with.

But no matter how busy a few people are, there are always people staring at the middle-aged people and never looking away.

After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "General Deng, why are you doing this? If we stop here and wait until the war is over, you will definitely get it..."

Speaking of this, he found that Deng Zhan's eyes suddenly became extremely ferocious.

The middle-aged man saw too much of such eyes. Every time he saw such eyes, it means that his dignity would be trampled on, and his interests that he should have were once again stripped away. In the past many years, even in his sleep, he had been awakened by such eyes many times.

At this moment, even though he had confirmed that Cao's army had been defeated and Deng Zhan was only running away in despair, he still did not dare to face such a look. After all, Deng Zhan was the most ferocious mastiff under Cao Cao!

The middle-aged man suddenly lowered his head and looked at the ground, his whole body became stiff.

Deng Zhan said in a deep voice: "Liu Bei is a traitor who has caused trouble to the world, not a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty! His ambition has long been obvious. Could it be... Is it impossible for you to see clearly? You really think that going to the south will be better than staying in the north?"

The middle-aged man can only smile bitterly.

In his life, he thought that Dong Zhuo was a loyal minister, but not long after, Dong Zhuo became a rebel; he thought that Cao Cao was a loyal minister, but he was forced to his family and destroyed by Cao Cao. But Liu Bei was different after all. After all, Liu Bei's surname was Liu. As long as his surname was Liu, he was definitely not a rebel.

However, Deng Zhan was right. Of course, Liu Bei was ambitious. People without ambition could not be the King of Hanzhong in this chaotic world. So for him personally, there was no big difference between the Cao and Liu families from a certain perspective. No matter where he was, he could only be a bird in a cage and a fish in a cauldron, which would not change.

He squatted down and planned to sit down and rest, and stopped discussing this topic.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting on the edge of the reed: "It's here!"

Why did he show his tracks? Deng Zhan and several companions were shocked. When they were about to fight with their bows and swords, someone else shouted outside: "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!"

The next moment, dozens of arrows swept across the reeds and shot in directly.

Deng Zhan was very lucky. A heavy arrow fell straight and hit his feet. The wide arrow passed through the instep of the leather boots, smashed the bones on his feet, and then penetrated the soles of his feet and pierced into the ground. Deng Zhan groaned, unable to move for a moment, and could not use his martial arts in his body.

He endured the pain and leaned over to pull out the arrow. As soon as he bent down, many soldiers from Jingzhou rushed out of the reed marsh and stabbed the spear with long spears. The tips of the spears connected into Deng Zhan's belly, making a puff sound. When the spears were pulled out, their intestines and internal organs overflowed from the wound and emitted a stench.

At the same time, several of Deng Zhan's companions were all killed by swords and axes.

In addition to the Jingzhou soldiers who continued to pour in, only middle-aged people with pale faces were left.

It was a coincidence that the arrow swept past and did not hurt him at all. When the soldiers in Jingzhou rushed into the fight, because he was unarmed, he knew at a glance that he was not a threat, and no one went to chop him.

The middle-aged man stood there tremblingly, watching a tall barbarian stepping out from deep in the reed marsh. The man had a bald face and looked very ugly and terrifying. He had gold-inlaid ivory earrings on both ears, and a sword and an axe hung around his waist.

When the soldiers saw him coming, they all said, "Luo Ayanning, this man is well-equipped and dressed well. He must be a high-ranking official! If you cut him back to the camp, you will definitely be able to make another plan!"

Luo Ayanning looked at Deng Zhan's body: "Really? I am a little educated and cannot recognize the dress of these Chinese officials. You guys, don't scare me! If I delay my marriage, that won't happen!"

Luo Ayanning said three words to his family's marriage, and his companions were calling out in their ears. At that moment, the soldiers all laughed: "I will not scare you, go and cut your head! Including this reward of credit, it is enough for you to marry the daughter of the Niu family!"

"This person is indeed a general. After you take his head, remember to take the jade belt hook around his waist... It was the ornament used by General Two Thousand Stones." The middle-aged man was originally huddled aside and trembling, but suddenly said.

Luo Ayanning suddenly turned his head: "Who are you? How do you know?"

The middle-aged man thought about it and almost wanted to remove his identity. But at this moment, he felt that he might as well wait a little longer. So he stood up and saluted: "My surname is Fu, a native of Dongwu in Langya. He was originally a minor official of Xu Du. After following the army, he almost died in the chaos. This... If General Luo is not familiar with the armor and clothing specifications of General Cao's army, I can serve. I just want the general to spare my life."

Several soldiers burst into laughter: "You guy don't look like you can kill people. What do we want your life to do?"

Luo Ayanning nodded. He looked at the middle-aged man carefully and saw that he was indeed a scholar with no power, so he also had a new idea: "Mr. Fu, are you willing to go to Jiaozhou?"

"What?"

"After this war, I will marry the daughter of Cao Zhengshi, the right thief of Hepu County, but there is a shortage of scholars around me to handle it. Would you like to follow me to Jiaozhou? I have a manor in Jiaozhou and there are many places, so you can help me."

The middle-aged man's body shook, probably because he thought the suggestion was too abrupt.
Chapter completed!