Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Two The Unreasonable Bravery (Pro, Today)
Chapter 532: Courage that is unworthy of all men (Dear, three updates today)
"What?" Li Hong, the forward general, the first thing he did when he woke up was to look for Colonel Zhang Fei, who knocked him out and suffered a thousand blows. The latest chapter of the Holy Church searched all over the military camp, but he couldn't find it. He was there.
When he was so angry that he was about to hit someone, the scout ran back panting and told him that Colonel Zhang Fei and his two men were confronting an army of 300,000 Turks.
After hearing the news, Li Hong was stunned.
"Two of them?" Li Hong stretched out two fingers, shook them, and asked in disbelief: "A confrontation with an army of 300,000 people?"
Heh, are you kidding me? Two people confronting 300,000 Turkic cavalry is like an ant flexing its muscles against an elephant, looking for death.
The scout was panting and exhausted, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face. He kept nodding and said: "Yes, General, the two sides have been confronting each other for an hour!!"
"Moreover!" The scout swallowed a mouthful of saliva, licked his chapped lips, and said with an ugly smile: "Colonel Zhang Fei has already single-handedly challenged the opponent's twelve generals, and it is probably still in progress!"
"My day!" After hearing the news, Li Hong was shocked again.
He quickly stretched out his fingers and pinched the scout's face.
Hearing the other party's scream, Li Hong retracted his finger, with a look of surprise and joy on his face, and murmured: "Mom, this is not a dream!"
The scout covered his face and looked at the eager General Li Hong blankly, confused.
Do you want to know if you are dreaming, you can just give yourself a knife? Why are you pinching me?
After thinking for a moment, Li Hong touched his chin and asked, "What else does that kid do besides single-handedly fighting?"
The scout rubbed his face and hurriedly handed over his hand to report: "When the villain was leaving, he saw Captain Zhang Fei's men sticking dry grass and branches on the horse's tail! I heard they said it was Captain Zhang Fei who asked them to do this?"
Help the branch? On the ponytail?
Li Hong frowned and thought to himself: Which song is this song from?
Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei, eh, Zhang Fei? Cao Mengde?
Li Hong suddenly thought of the scene in Romance of the Three Kingdoms in which Zhang Fei scares off Cao Jun. ("") His eyes suddenly lit up, he stretched out his hand and slapped his thigh, and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect this recklessness.
My husband actually has such clever ideas, haha!"
Li Hong, who laughed heartily, twitched all over in joy, as if he was crazy.
The unaware scout was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his face and took a few steps back, fearing that this man would reach out and pinch his tender face again.
"Send the order!" After Li Hong smiled, he suddenly put away the expression on his face, stood up, stared at the scout and said solemnly: "The whole army immediately set off and moved closer to Zhang Fei's headquarters. Since this kid has started singing
, then I will support him!"
…
Hou Sansuo Department.
"Li Hong, that bastard, is just messing around!" After receiving the news that Li Hong, this guy, not only failed to stop Zhang Fei's men from messing around, but also followed Zhang Fei's nonsense, Hou San was furious. He stood up suddenly.
, drew out his sword and struck it on the table.
There was a scratch, and the hard table was cut into two halves. With a bang, the originally intact table was instantly broken into two pieces and collapsed to the ground. On the table, wood chips, military newspapers, and candlesticks jingled.
When it fell, it scattered all over the ground.
In the tent, the generals standing on one side, seeing General Hou getting angry, immediately lowered their heads, remained silent, and did not dare to speak.
"General!" Li Housan's nearest messenger was frightened when he saw the general's anger. After coughing, he spoke nervously and defended Li Hong: "General Li heard that Captain Zhang Fei single-handedly attacked the Turks.
Twenty generals decided to send troops only after hearing the news that the morale of the Turkic army had been dampened! General Li said that he could take this opportunity to suppress the morale of the Turkic people!"
"Shut up!" Hou San turned his head, eyes spitting fire, staring at the messenger with a fierce look.
Stared by Hou San's cold eyes, the messenger's body trembled, and he immediately became silent, lowered his head, and his body seemed to have become shorter.
"General!" At this moment, a veteran on one side came out. After bowing his hands and saluting Hou San, he said in a deep voice: "Li Hong's troops are the elite of our army. ("") If by any chance they are attacked by the Turks,
If we are surrounded by people, our army will suffer heavy losses! By then, let alone completing the blocking mission, even if we give an explanation, we will not be able to explain it!"
The veteran looked at Hou San worriedly and said anxiously: "What should we do? I hope the general can make a decisive decision!"
"What else can we do?" Hou San turned around, glared at the old general, and cursed: "You have to wait until the score is settled, now."
After Hou San paused, he raised his head, glanced at the generals, his eyes were sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "Now, give me the order to the general, let the whole army move, and immediately move closer to Zhang Fei's headquarters..."
Hou San clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth and said: "An army of fifty thousand is the iron fist in my hand. Even if there are losses, I will knock out the front teeth of the Turks!"
"yes!"
After receiving the order in a deep voice, all the generals in the tent turned around and walked out of the tent.
…
under the mound,
Zhang Fei, who was covered in blood, was holding a six-foot-long snake spear, as if he were a god of death.
Around the war horse where he sat, more than fifty dismembered corpses of Turkic generals were scattered on the grassland in the morning light. The withered grass dyed red with blood was shocking. The ownerless and dazed war horses cruising around, or
Standing numbly, or grazing with their heads down. This desolate grassland adds a solemn atmosphere of solemnity.
Opposite, Mock was riding a horse, his face was ashen, and the scimitar he was holding in his hand made a clanking sound because he was using too much force.
He was scared. Facing that incomprehensible big man, he was really scared. The other man's bravery and brutal killing methods made Mok, known as the lion of the prairie, feel deeply in his heart.
Fear. Looking at the corpses scattered around the big man, Mok suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Behind him, an army of 300,000 people, under the pressure of the strong man's murderous intent, remained silent. No one dared to say a word.
"Who else is there?" On the opposite side, the big man spit out a piece of withered grass in his mouth, raised his head, looked at the Turkic army opposite, raised the spear with cold light in his hand again, glared, and shouted loudly
road.
The sound passed into the Turkic camp very clearly, ringing in the ears like thunder.
Looking at the generals who were stabbed to death at the feet of the big man, the Turkic leader behind Mock felt fearful after seeing the big man making a challenge again. He lowered his head and took a step back.
Sweat beaded on Mok's forehead. He raised his head and glanced at the big man who looked like a god descending from heaven.
The other party seemed to see the silence of all the generals here. In pride, he raised his head and laughed.
Seeing the other party's undisguised sarcasm, he was disdainful. Mok suddenly couldn't breathe. He was so rough that he turned purple.
Shameful, so shameful!
Mok clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with hatred, staring at the big man standing opposite him like he was the enemy who killed his father.
After Mok took a deep breath, he turned his head and said to the general beside him who was bowing his head and trembling: "Huchi Mo, go ahead!"
Hearing the words, Huchi Mo's body shook violently, he raised his head, his face was ashen, and his eyes were full of fear as he looked at Mok.
"Go!" Mok stared at him coldly and shouted in a deep voice.
Hu Chimo's body trembled sharply, he stretched out his hand and shook the horse's reins.
The war horse under its crotch slowly raised its hooves and walked forward.
However, just after walking less than three meters, Huchimo suddenly trembled, rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground.
He was actually scared to death by that big man.
Huchimo was frightened to death, and his own morale had completely hit rock bottom. The big man on the other side seemed to be even more arrogant.
Arrogant and a bit too domineering.
When the big man saw this, he laughed loudly, shouted, raised the spear in his hand, turned his head towards the dusty mound behind him, and shouted: "The Turks are defeated, brothers, charge forward
!”
An order was given, and suddenly, from behind the mound, there was the thunderous sound of horse hooves.
"Ha!" Zhang Fei was proud and secretly praised in his heart: "What a good boy, you did a good job. You can imitate the formation of tens of thousands of troops with a hundred horses. What a man..."
When I was feeling proud, suddenly a white horse rushed past me like lightning.
Zhang Fei was dumbfounded. Is there anyone riding a white horse among my people?
Just when I was about to rub my eyes and make sure, there was suddenly a loud rumbling sound beside me. Thousands of cavalry rushed out from behind, shaking their sabers with murderous intent.
They rushed towards the chaotic Turkish cavalry on the opposite side.
"Wow, divine soldiers descended from the sky!" Zhang Fei rubbed his eyes, looked at the army pouring out like a tide behind him, and exclaimed.
Before Zhang Fei could marvel for a moment, a scolding sound came from beside him: "The magic weapon is a bird, a ball dropped from the sky!".
Li Hong, who was riding a bay-red horse, saw the stupid big man still standing there and said stupidly that a magic weapon had descended from the sky. He felt angry in his stomach. He raised his riding whip and whipped it hard.
After hitting Zhang Fei on the back, he raised his foot, kicked him hard, cursed, and rushed out first: "Follow me!"
Zhang Fei screamed, fell off his horse, and fell heavily to the ground.
With a thud, the huge Zhang Fei fell to the ground, and a cloud of dust suddenly flew up.
The inferior horse, which had been riding under him and was overwhelmed, seemed to have gained a new lease of life. It spread its hooves happily and ran away happily.
Zhang Fei was left alone, getting up with a gray face and looking at everything in front of him in astonishment.
At this time, the shape of the restless Turkic army below had been disrupted.
But Mock still kept scolding the soldiers, maintaining their formation and not retreating.
At this moment, a louder roar suddenly came from the mound on the east side.
Then, a group of dark Zhou troops appeared on the continuous mound paper.
In the Zhou army, the military flags with the word "waiting" fluttered in the wind and made a loud sound.
"Kill!" Hou San's headquarters arrived in time and saw that the formation of the Turkic army had begun to turmoil. Hou San, who knew that a fighter opportunity was rare, made a decisive decision, waved his long sword, roared, and rushed down first.
Behind him, tens of thousands of troops were about to wave their sabers, like a group of hungry wolves that saw a flock of sheep, howling and charging down.