"Young boy with a yellow mouth, you are not ashamed to speak loudly."
Hearing Wang Zheng's arrogant words, Gong Xu snorted coldly and followed the words. He was stunned to see that it was this young man? He immediately remembered the scene during the wrestling match that day.
He looked at the situation on the field again, with thousands of people surrounding Wang Zheng and the stars in the moon, in the primary and secondary planes, and his heart suddenly moved.
This boy is actually the culprit of this military rebellion!
This discovery made Gong Xu slightly shocked, but when he came back to his senses, his face lit up with joy.
The boiling anger quickly cooled down, and Gong Xu suddenly calmed down and carefully analyzed his situation:
There has been a military riot, and these emotions of regret and regret are useless. The only way to survive is to quickly control and calm the situation before it escalates, which is also an atonement. The youth of the leader of the rebellion surprised him, but it also surprised him.
He found a chance!
To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.
Thinking of this, he already had a plan in his mind. Gong Xuxian looked around at the people on the scene, shook his head with sadness on his face and sighed: "Whether you are a state pastor or an old man, ask yourself, I have always treated you well, why did you do this to kill an official and a criminal?"
Disobedient thing?" He said, with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was deeply puzzled.
"Although you are vulgar and ignorant, you have always behaved yourself and caused chaos for no reason..."
After saying this, Gong Xu turned his head and glared, his voice suddenly rose, and his tone was solemn:
"You must have been bewitched by some thieves!"
Gong Xu glared angrily at Wang Zheng's halberd finger and shouted loudly: "You are such a arrogant person. You have evil intentions and dare to incite the soldiers to commit rebellion!"
"Come on, catch this thief for me!"
"Only punish the first evildoer, not the one who surrenders!"
Dozens of soldiers drew their swords and charged at the same time, shouting in unison: "Only kill the first culprit, not the one who surrenders!"
Being entrusted by Cao Cao with the important task of taking charge of a military camp that accommodates thousands of surrendered troops, most of whom were former bandits, Gong Xu is certainly not an incompetent person, and he is usually gentle and restrains bandits. The Yellow Turban Army is notorious, so naturally Gong Xu has already
Prepare.
Although this team only has fifty people, they are his personal generals and are all elite warriors. Facing the Qingzhou Army whose combat power is not much better than that of ordinary people, and these people came here today to receive pay,
Since he had never worn any weapons and the equipment was disparate, one against a hundred might be an exaggeration, but one against ten was more than enough.
There seemed to be a mighty 5,000 people. How many of them were willing to die for Wang Zheng in the face of danger?
How many people dare to fight?
Gong Xu thought to himself that this boy only had some brute strength. He was so young in such a short period of time that he would not be popular with many people, let alone have any appeal.
His guess couldn't be wrong.
Without the system and the "reincarnation of Zhang Jiao", Wang Zheng's rebellion plan may not only fail again, but also face a greater crisis than the failure of the last plan.
Facing the wolf-like soldiers, panic and fear appeared on the faces of many people present. A smile appeared on Gong Xu's face. The Yellow Turban bandit was as timid as he expected.
He saw Wang Zheng charging forward with his sleeves up without any fear on his face. This did not surprise Gong Xu. He was quite impressed by Wang Zheng's force.
Humph, it’s just a desperate struggle!
But what happened next made Gong Xu stunned, and his smile suddenly froze.
This...this...how could this happen?
Why are so many people following?
Nearly three hundred people followed Wang Zheng without any hesitation, roared and rushed forward, and had the most head-on collision with the soldiers.
Five times the number of Yellow Turban militiamen vs. Wei warriors.
Wang Zhengchong was at the forefront.
The current few people are completely unable to block any attack from Wang Zheng's twenty-point power.
He was seen holding the sword in one hand. With each swing of the long sword, the fine Kaijia was easily cut open like cloth, and blood-colored waterfalls spurted up one after another;
The other hand was like a heavy hammer beating a drum, and his fists hit all the space in front of him like raindrops, causing the crisp sound of countless broken bones. Within a moment, the ten soldiers in the front row were overturned by him alone, and they were beaten to pieces.
Death and injury on the ground.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding~~~
A series of experiences float on the transparent frame.
Wang Zheng was eager to kill at this moment, but without even looking at it, he directly kicked the soldier who was flying in front of him, and laughed wildly amidst the opponent's prolonged screams: "Happy!"
Seeing that those who stood in his way were invincible in ten battles and ten battles, such bravery made everyone in Gong Xu's party frightened, but it greatly boosted the morale of the hundreds of Yellow Turban militiamen. They were already blessed by the system, but now the effect was even more obvious. Everyone was
Rushing forward like crazy.
The soldiers had been on the battlefield for a long time, and they knew that this was a critical moment of life and death. The more they were afraid of death, the easier it was to die, and the more desperate they were to fight. They roared and drew their swords to meet them, and both sides immediately became a massacre.
Each soldier faced five or six people at the same time, and every time he swung his sword, blood was drawn out. People were chopped to the ground constantly, but to their surprise, whether it was blood or death, among these hundreds of people,
No one was afraid, and no one even took a step back.
The soldiers were speechless, and Gong Xu, who was watching the battle, was even more speechless.
In terms of bravery alone, these people are still far inferior to our own, but when it comes to being brave and not afraid of death, it seems that the other party is far superior.
This is wrong! Is this something that a Yellow Turban bandit can do?
They couldn't understand, and they had no time to think about it anymore. When there were fewer people against more people, the chance of victory depended on momentum and courage. Since the opponent was not intimidated, the only ones who fell to the ground were them.
.
Within the time of a cup of tea, all fifty soldiers fell to the ground, most of them turned into cold corpses, and the few seriously injured were actually the ones who initially opposed Wang Zheng.
In the huge field, Gong Xu stood alone, with a look of complete defeat on his face.
"You..." Gong Xu looked at the slowly approaching final winner, in disbelief: "How did you do it?"
Before Wang Zheng could answer, Wu Sheng, with blood on his face, had already said proudly: "There is nothing that A Zheng can't do. He is the reincarnation of a great sage!"
"Zhang Jiao? Reincarnation?" Hearing this, Gong Xu was shocked. He looked at Wang Zheng and looked at him carefully, and suddenly he laughed up to the sky, full of ridicule:
"absurd."
"I thought I lost to some great young hero." Gong Xu's laughter suddenly turned a little desolate: "It turns out he is a man who deceives the public with his lies."
"Only you, the stupid and stupid Yellow Turban bandits," he looked at the others, "can be deceived by such lies, and you will be seeking your own death.
"That's all."
He looked at Wang Zheng calmly and said, "What can I say now that things have come to this?"
"Give it a good time!"
"Why did Mr. Gong say this?"
Wang Zheng looked at Gong Xu and smiled: "I have never thought about taking your life."
Hearing this paragraph, Gong Xu was stunned and looked at Wang Zheng with thoughts in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he suddenly let out a sneer:
"Do you still want to recruit me to surrender?"
"of course not."
Wang Zheng waved his hand: "In Lord Gong's eyes, I am a coward who deceives the public with his lies." Then he pointed at the crowd: "These people are thieves who are vulnerable to attack."
He spread his hands, pointed back at himself, and laughed at himself:
"In Master Gong's opinion, we are a group of people seeking death. Surrendering to me or joining us is just a matter of dying a few days late. It will also stain your family's reputation after death."
"To surrender to the thieves and be defeated is far less nice than to die generously, isn't it, Mr. Gong?"
The whole place was silent, staring blankly at the young man in front of him. When he heard the other party's words, Gong Xu suddenly felt a strong sense of astonishment.
With such insight and understanding of human nature, how could the man in front of him be a teenager?
In a daze, he seemed to see something strange stirring inside the body.
There seems to be a demon hiding in it that is dormant at the moment but ready to break out of its cocoon at any moment.
"Then what do you want to do with me?"
Gong Xu shook his head and looked at Wang Zheng again. The scene just now seemed to be just an illusion caused by his old eyes.
The young man in front of him was smiling and smiling. He gained a lot of momentum during the day's continuous sword battles. His ordinary face now had a look of calmness and dignity.
"I remember that when Wang Zheng was criticized for no reason, Master Gong showed kindness and asked the medical officer to treat me."
Wang Zheng suddenly raised his hands and clasped his fists: "I would like to thank you in advance."
"Hey, it was me who wrongly blamed Captain Xiahou that day. If I had known earlier, I would have taken your life first."
Gong Xu sneered continuously: "I asked the medical officer and he said that your injury was not serious and you did not exert any force, so you don't need to be grateful."
"Besides, I just mentioned it casually, without any so-called good intentions."
"A gentleman's deeds do not concern his heart."
Wang Zheng's face turned solemn: "It is true that the medical officer has not treated me, and your Excellency may not necessarily have good intentions, but since he said that, Wang Zheng has to accept this sentiment."
"A gentleman's deeds have no regard for his heart..."
Gong Xu was stunned when he heard this. He murmured it several times in succession, with a vague look on his face, and suddenly fell silent.
"Exactly." Wang Zhengdao: "That's why I don't want to kill Mr. Gong. I have left two ways for you to choose."
Gong Xu suddenly spoke again, his eyes clear and his face calm.
He asked: "A gentleman's opinions are based on his deeds but not his heart. What's the next sentence?"
"On the heart, there is no perfect person in the world." When their eyes met again, Wang Zheng had understood the other party's decision, and there was a bit of regret in his words.
"Small words mean great things." Gong Xu nodded: "This life will not be wasted."
ps:
A gentleman's opinions are based on his deeds but not his heart. This is from "A Night Talk Around the Lu" written by Wang Yongbin in the Qing Dynasty. The original text is:
Sexual immorality is the first of all evils. No one is perfect in the world.