Section 1 Life and Death

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I am a little man, but please don’t underestimate me - Pei Yuanshao.

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At the end of September of the third year of Chuping in the Han Dynasty (192 AD), in Jibei, Yanzhou.

The new governor of Yanzhou, Cao Cao, the prefect of Dongjun, led his army to suppress the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans and won a complete victory, capturing more than 300,000 surrendered soldiers and more than one million men and women. Later, Cao Cao ordered his general Xiahou Yuan to select the elites of the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans to form an army, called "Qingzhou Soldiers".

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The north bank of the Ji River, the high-slope ferry.

Cao Jun camp.

The heavy rains over the last days made the loess sticky and wet, and the mud was like a borer attached to trees. No matter how much the Cao army soldiers could shake it, they could not shake it.

The dusk became darker and the rain became more and more rapid.

Xiahou Yuan, the Dianjun Academy, was 500 in three days and 1,000 in six days.

Listening to the dense sound of raindrops and the surging waves of the Ji River, Xiahou Yuan finally put his heart back in his stomach. After three days of unstoppable march, he finally led his troops to the ferry on the north bank of the Ji River as scheduled, blocking the retreat of the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army across the river to the south.

Now, the river water is soaring. The Yellow Turban thieves who are moving slowly under such rain have no way to cross the river, unless they want to become the unjust dead souls in the Ji River one by one.

"Well, the Yellow Turban Thief is over, Meng De is worried too much!" Xiahou Yuan was so tired that after hurriedly inspecting the camp, he turned back to the bill and went to bed.

The sudden rain suddenly became fast and slow, and it fell on the tent, making a drip sound. This sound and the roar of Jishui were like a war song that inspires people to move forward, making Xiahou Yuan feel intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

I don’t know how long it took, accompanied by severe headaches, Xiahou Yuan suddenly woke up from his dream. Before he could open his eyes, he could hear the sound of messy footsteps in his ears. When he looked up, he saw the deputy general Lu Zhao with a panic and anxious expression on his face, and Xiahou Yuan’s heart immediately sank.

"General Xiahou, the Yellow Turban thieves attacked the camp at night, and the left camp was dispersed!"

"Hmph, all the soldiers, follow me to get on the horse and kill the thief!" Xiahou Yuan's face turned pale and shouted loudly. He put on his leather armor and jumped onto the horse's back from a long sword. If many Yellow Turban Yu Kou ran out of his gap, Xiahou Yuan himself could not forgive this negligence without Cao Cao's words.

"Kill the thief!"

Although the cavalry under Xiahou Yuan's command was only more than a thousand, they were the children of the Cao family and Xiahou clan as the backbone, supplemented by veterans with rich combat experience. The outstanding combat power was only comparable to Dian Wei's personal military camp in the Cao army.

The war horses neighed, and Xiahou Yuan led his confidant soldiers to walk far away, and saw that there were already a shout of killing in Shi Huan's camp in Zuoying.

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"kill!"

Pei Yuanshao groaned and slashed a Cao army general, and his chest was also surging. From Shouzhang to this place, his physical strength had been exhausted. If there weren't a war horse to ride, he would be afraid that his head would become a gift for Cao army soldiers in the next moment.

"Damn it, God wants to play with me, so you don't have to be so amazing!"

Taking advantage of the gap in killing Cao's army, Pei Yuanshao gasped heavily. A month ago, his real name was Pei Yuan and enjoying the beautiful material life of the 21st century at home. However, because he saw many animes of fictional historical novels, he made a few emotional complaints, and he was inexplicably traveling to the chaotic times of the late Han Dynasty. This is not counting, but what made him even more collapsed was that his name was actually Pei Yuanshao.

Who is Pei Yuanshao?

The third-rate generals of the Three Kingdoms, the horse thief with a winning rate of less than 40% in one-on-one challenge, was caught by Zhao Zilong with a cannon fodder. What was even more unbearable is that this gentleman was still a remnant of the Yellow Turbans, and was the main criminal who was taken by the court by the court.

If you have the ability but have no ability, you have no luck, you really can't live this life!

Half a month ago, Cao Cao, the prefect of the East County of Han, led a large army to fight against the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans in Shouzhang. As a result, the 300,000 Yellow Turbans were defeated by Cao Cao. Zhang Rao, Song Da and other Yellow Turban generals were all killed in battle. Sima Ju and Xu He led a few remnants to flee to Donghai County and defect to Guan Hai. Pei Yuanshaoben also wanted to escape with his life, but before he could break out of the encirclement, he was surrounded by Cao Cao's army in this corner of the Jishui River.

The huge Qingzhou Yellow Turban no longer exists.

The Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou rose again, and the Han court was shocked and issued an edict to suppress it severely. If Pei Yuanshao had not been too popular in the battle to kill Bao Xin, the prime minister of Jibei, he could have put down his weapons and surrendered to Cao Cao to save his life. Unfortunately, he would not have this opportunity now.

"Pei Yuanshao, Pei Yuanshao, it's not good for you to kill anyone, why do you want to kill Bao Xin!"

Pei Yuan could not help but feel sorry for himself. Bao Xin was very prestige in Yanzhou. When the military and civilians of Yanzhou heard that Bao Xin died in battle, they all cried bitterly. Cao Cao even found Bao Xin's body and ordered people to carve it into the shape of Bao Xin with wood to serve as a sacrifice. At the same time, Cao Cao also seized the opportunity to submit a report to the court, requesting that the Yellow Turban Thief who wanted to be arrested nationwide to kill Bao Xin.

Unfortunately, the name of this thief is Pei Yuanshao.

Cao Cao and Bao Xin had a good relationship. Such a unique ritual practice won unanimous praise from Bao Xin's old subordinates, and Cao Gong's reputation for benevolence and righteousness was immediately spread.

Show - Cao Mengde can learn and apply even the most classic planning cases in later generations, and is worthy of being the hero of the world!

Cao Cao did this, obviously, with the intention of using Bao Xin's death and Pei Yuanshao's head to buy military morale. After all, he was the agent of Yanzhou Governor and Bao Xinyili recommended it, and the court has not yet been officially recognized.

But in this way, Pei Yuanshao became unlucky. His great head became a hot commodity, wanted by the court, and regarded by the generals of Cao's army as the best sacrifice to seek credit. This taste was absolutely unpleasant.

"The thief will be sentenced to death!"

Just as Pei Yuanshao was pitying himself, a Cao army had already arrived.

The sword wind striking the surface, carrying a hint of cold breath. When Pei Yuanshao felt the danger, Xiahou Yuan's sword had already slashed down suddenly, slashing Huashan with force. There was no place to take advantage of the word "fast and ruthless".

"Boom!" In a panic, Pei Yuanshao was already dismissed.

Horses are indeed an excellent means of transportation in the era of cold weapons. Pei Yuanshao was originally a horse thief, so his ability to ride a horse is good, but horse fighting is another matter.

In the past month, although he has worked hard to practice the ability to kill the enemy immediately, the progress he has made has been minimal. After all, his personal qualifications are limited, and no matter how hard he works, he cannot become a first-class brave general.

Therefore, when Xiahou Yuan slashed with a knife, Pei Yuanshao's first reaction was not to wave his sword to stand up, not to pull out his horse and dodge it, but to abandon the horse and run away.

Since it is impossible to escape on a horse, then just don’t want to do it.

"Chirp—!" The sharp knife edge was embedded in the horse's bones, and the red horse's blood splattered like rain. The injured war horse stood in pain, neighing, raised its front hooves and kicked towards Xiahou Yuan's face.

Defeat the enemy with one sword!

It's so relaxing that it makes people doubt.

Xiahou Yuan was also stunned. Just now, whether Pei Yuanshao raised his sword and stylisted his horse to avoid it, he had expected a backup plan, but he never expected that Pei Yuanshao would abandon his horse.

What made him even more depressed was that the war horse with the knife actually attacked him.

Return the knife and draw the horse.

As the edge passed, the legs of both horses were immediately cut off.

But it was this delay that when Xiahou Yuan wanted to find Pei Yuanshao in the chaos army, he was already hard to find.

"Cunning little thief, where can I go!"

Xiahou Yuan was inexplicably disguised as a result of Pei Yuanshao's indifference, and urged his horse to swing his sword to break into the chaos. The people who blocked the enemy were invincible. The remaining Yellow Turbans who fled were already scared. Seeing Xiahou Yuan so brave, he did not dare to get on the horse to fight. Almost before Xiahou Yuan arrived, he fled in all directions.

It was pitch black all over, and except for the blood-devouring Cao Jun's blade, there were only the crying sounds of the women and children of the Yellow Turbans.

Under the pursuit of Cao's army, most of the fleeing Yellow Turban Army ran east along the Jishui River. The failure of Pei Yuanshao and others to attack the camp made the last little organized resistance of the Yellow Turban Army no longer exist.

If you want to hide your traces among the defeated soldiers of tens of thousands of people, the most ideal thing is to take off the turban and battle robe that symbolizes the leader of the Yellow Turban, and put on the same outfit as ordinary soldiers.

The golden cicada escapes its shell—.

Just now, Pei Yuanshao was caught off guard and rolled into the retreating chaos. When Xiahou Yuan came to his senses, he had already taken off a corpse and put it on himself.

escape!

If you want to survive, you must escape from the encirclement set up by Cao's army as soon as possible.

Although she was still shocked, Pei Yuanshao knew this truth.

"His mother, you can show off your limelight and pretend to be a big-tailed wolf!" Pei Yuanshao, who was mixed in the chaos, ran desperately while cursing the original owner of his skin in his heart.

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Damn Yellow Turban Thieves, kill!

Under a scarlet "Shi" flag, Xiahou Yuan's deputy general Shi Huan was urging his horse to rush over and lead his personal army to fight back and forth in the chaos. The blood stains had dyed him one by one and one by one, and there were countless Yellow Turban thieves who died under his spear.

Pei Yuanshao——When Shi Huan learned the name of the Yellow Turban leader who attacked the camp from the prisoners, Shi Huan was suddenly itchy. If it weren't for this damn guy, how could his left camp be broken? Thinking that after the war ended, other generals were smiling and asking for credit, but he had to accept punishment. Shi Huan wished he could stab Pei Yuanshao under the spear immediately, and what made him even more excited was that if he could take Pei Yuanshao's head, it would be a great achievement.

"General, there are a large number of Yellow Turban thieves ahead!"

"Kill here!"

Shi Huan shouted and led his troops forward with his spear.

Around the Cao army's attack road, Yellow Turban soldiers fled in chaos from time to time, including many women, children and elderly people. Shi Huan was not interested in these thieves who had lost their will to resist. His only target was to capture the leader of the Yellow Turban thief.

"You, have you seen the thief leader Pei Yuanshao?" Shi Huanqian leaned over and pulled his horse to hold his spear against the fair neck of a young thief soldier carrying an old woman. The sharp single-edged spear was pressed against his skin. With just a slight stroke, blood would splatter five steps.

"Pei, Pei Yuanshao——, no, I didn't see it, my mother's eyes couldn't see it, I kept walking with her back!" Hearing Shi Huan's vicious question, the young thief turned his head and looked back, his face turned pale, and his teeth trembled when he replied, and his words were not smooth.

"Son, you are tired, let me down!" the old woman whispered.

"Mom, don't worry, don't worry!" the young bandit comforted.

"Hmph, a stupid thief who doesn't know how to live or die, knows that he wants to respect his parents, but how can he gather people to cause trouble?" Shi Huan snorted coldly, swung his spear with his left hand, and smashed it into the neck of the bandits.

Follow the rebels and kill them without mercy!

At the moment of swinging the spear, Shi Huan began to rush forward and kill an unknown bandit soldier. For him, there was no stimulation. At this moment, Shi Huan had only one prey in his eyes - the thief leader Pei Yuanshao.

"Clang!"

This sound seemed to be the echo of the sound of metal and iron. After the war horses ran for a long time, Shi Huan began to feel that the spear just now did not take the life of the little thief.

Don’t worry, it’s important to chase Pei Yuanshao!

The sound of fighting in front of the left was burning. Shi Huan shouted and rushed over with his personal follower.

Watching Cao's army disappear into the darkness, the young bandit soldier who should have died under Shi Huan's spear slowly raised his waist, abandoned a broken blade on the ground with his right hand, lifted the old woman up with his left hand, and then strode towards the direction where Cao's army rushed over.

"Hmph, you, Shi Huan, are not qualified to capture me because of your two tricks!" Pei Yuanshao, who turned into an ordinary thief soldier, sneered in his heart. Shi Huan never expected that Pei Yuanshao, the thief leader he was trying to capture, would slip away under his nose.
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