V7.Chapter 86

A blood mist exploded and splashed down.

Guo Tai, the culprit of the Bingzhou rebellion, flopped and fell powerlessly to the ground. He saw blood vessels twitching and blood splashing at the broken neck, and warm and greasy flesh splashing half of Lu Li's body.

He lowered his long knife and stared at the front silently, because a round head fell there. Even if it was separated from the body, it still maintained a certain vitality. His lips moved back and forth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound at all. After a moment, his eyes lost their look.

"When will a lucky day come?"

Lu Li muttered to himself.

This is what the veteran said before he died, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment!

The stain of the yellow scarf army is well known. It binds refugees, does not work, rapes and plunders. However, the original yellow scarf thieves were actually just a group of hungry and hardworking farmers. They suffered from labor for half their lives and were wantonly bullied by the powerful landlords.

Finally, there was a severe drought, and there was no harvest in the fields. Instead of waiting for the relief of the imperial court, he waited for the tax collector. It turned out that the king's father, the head of Guizhou, had to build a palace and build a Hongchi.

They knelt down and begged for life. They said that they had no money and food at home, but they were whipped. The family was sold as slaves by officials, and they would starve to death and become dead bones on the side of the road. Although people's livelihood has gradually recovered over the years, Lu Li knows very well that it is still not easy in most states and counties in the world, and the emperor Xiaoling has to raise taxes to build gardens and pools.

You know, if the people can make do with their lives, who wants to put his head on his waist to rebel?

There are only two roads, either expose the corpse to the wild, become a wisp of nourishment and die and sigh; Or blood stained history books, spell a life and Shun Chang, cheer!

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and the road is frozen to death."

With a whisper, Lu Li pressed down all kinds of thoughts and picked up the head of veteran Guo Tai immediately. After all, he was not in his position. He was just a young general. It was his duty to seek sin and defeat rebellion.

Then he picked up Guo Tai's gorgeous sword, touched it, and then stuffed it into his armor. The whole process was so familiar that people couldn't help wondering: how many corpses do you have to touch?

At this time, Lu Li looked up and looked not far away. It seemed as if Lu Bu, the demon God, was still killing. The whole person had been shrouded in red and gold. A red Sirius appeared in the battlefield. Just standing next to him and looking at it, he felt his breath stagnant, not to mention the positive confrontation.

Looking at the thousands of soldiers who struggled to support on the battlefield and the generals who were soaked in blood, Lu Li shouted: "the rebel Guo Tai has been killed by our array! Qu Shuai Guo Tai is dead..."

"Abandon the knife and don't kill!"

He then added, "I would have promised on behalf of Ding Gong that as long as you lay down your arms, you would not give up tenacious resistance and avoid death!"

During the sound shock, a large number of yellow scarf soldiers turned around and looked. When they saw the separation of the guru's body and the capture of the handsome flag, many of their faces showed sadness and depression. However, this did not become the last straw to crush the camel.

Even though they fought for countless rounds, they still couldn't hurt Lv Bu. Even if they saw the collapse of the spiritual pillar, they still didn't want to lay down their weapons and yelled "heaven is dead, the yellow sky should stand" to form a small square array. They would rather die than fall.

But some things are not transferred by will. Lu Bu broke these squares in a few sprints!

Finally, these disabled soldiers were swallowed up by the red flame and died in this battle.

Before long, the Lord's reinforcements came late. The leader was an old acquaintance of Lu Li, Song Xian.

When he saw Lu Li holding a flag on the left and a flag on the right, he looked at the battlefield calmly. His hanging heart was finally relaxed. He exclaimed, "after a long battle, cutting the general and cutting the flag is as fierce as a tiger. Meng Mingzhen is a handsome general!"

Hearing the speech, Lu Li shook his head and just wanted to push the first skill to Lv Bu, but found that he had carried Fang Tianhua halberd and patted his horse to come closer.

"Meng Ming should not be modest. Didn't you kill Guo Tai?" Lv Bu seemed to know Lu Li's mind and said first: "you should be the first in this war!"

That's it. It's hypocritical to prevaricate.

Therefore, Lu Li and Chao arched their hands and said, "the situation of this war has been settled. Please have a drink tonight."

"Please?"

Song Xian laughed, and the palm of the Pu fan fell on Lu Li's shoulder: "Meng Ming is treacherous. Now he has won a great victory. How can the LORD be stingy with wine and food?"

"Let's go and see our adoptive father."

In a few words, the three moved their horses to Wenshui City, leaving the soldiers to clean the battlefield.

On the way, Lu Li turned his head and told him, "Han soldiers are not allowed to whip Guo Tai's body and leave his whole body."

However, after they visited Ding Gong, they got the news that there was no banquet tonight.

The first is to express sorrow for the dead soldiers. The second is that Zhao Yun is not back, and the generals are not complete. It is not appropriate to have a banquet. When he comes back, all the generals of the State Army, large and small, will get together and have a good drink.

At this time, Lu Li remembered Zhao Yun who went to break the enemy's back——

At first, it was predicted that the yellow scarf army did not dare to fight head-on and would probably flee to Xihe county. The Lord asked him to lead a thousand elite riders to Shilou through the territory of the Qiang people. Now it seems that it is a bit of a fuss.

But when he saw Zhang Zhao's headless body, he wanted to catch up with the enemy.

Du Quan and Zhou Tian took Zhang Zhao's head when they ran for their lives. For the ancients, it was undoubtedly a tragedy to die without a whole body. Even if Lu Li cut Guo Tai's head, he would order people to sew up the body when burying each other.

At the city tower.

As Song Xian looked into the distance, Fu Dao said, "according to the spies, the thief army sample Xihe County withdrew. It is estimated that it is back to the stone building. After all, it is close to the Qiang tribe, but it is a pity to seek asylum."

"Meng Ming doesn't have to chase the enemy himself, just give it to General Zhao." Zhang Liao also opened his mouth to stop.

After several persuasions, Lu Li finally put out his mind and decided to stay and rest. "It's bad luck for these two guys to hit Zilong."

Lv Bu, who was silent, flashed a hint of war in his eyes. Zhao Zilong, Changshan, remembered the name before he met.

My adoptive father praised me.

Wen Yuan praised it.

Meng Ming respected it.

……

"Come on, eat wine."

"Although the Lord doesn't have a banquet, he still quit drinking and eating. Let's drink in this tower."

"OK!"

The leisure generals gathered here, drinking horse wine and eating roast beef. They talked and laughed from time to time, which was quite artistic conception. Lu Li occasionally looked at the bottom of the city——

There are corpses lying on the muddy land, dressed in rags and tied with yellow scarves. It is the Yellow scarves soldiers. Looking down these corpses in the distance, you will find more corpses, extending to the end of your sight.

Below the city tower, the sunset shed ten thousand golden lights, and the soldiers bathed in the sun and laughed loudly.

Some people untie their clothes, bare their upper body, open their arms and enjoy the ice brought by the new wind, as if celebrating the rest of their lives.

Someone took out the ring head knife, pointed at the blood on it, and boasted his achievements to his partner.