Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 65 He Yi: I want to borrow something from Coach Bo! ( words)

(A four thousand word chapter)

In ancient times, Shangqiu was called Suiming Kingdom.

In the Suiming Kingdom, Suiren saw a flint tree that twisted and coiled for thousands of acres, with clouds and mist rising from it. A bird pecked at the flint tree, and a bright fire came out. Suiren suddenly realized something, so he broke off a flint branch and drilled it into wood to make fire.

Fire can roast delicious food, scare away ferocious beasts, illuminate the endless darkness, and dispel the winter frost.

However, fire is a double-edged sword. While it brings hope, it also has the potential to destroy.

"Ah! Help me!"

A shrill cry suddenly broke the silence.

In the woods, a man with flames on his body was waving his arms wildly, trying to put out the flames. His face was full of fear and despair. He was staggering and running away madly, desperately looking for water.

At this time, many people who were also threatened by the fire were desperately looking for water. The trees that could have served as barriers to block the Han cavalry now became obstacles for everyone to rush to the water source, and became increasingly inconvenient in the crowded and chaotic crowd.

"Get out of my way! If you dare to stand in my way again, I'll kill you... Ugh!"

Finally, someone, overcome by the unbearable burning pain, eyes wide open, face grim, drew a knife against his companions. But before he could finish his words, another person lunged at him from the side and stabbed him in the stomach. The crudely made, blunt knife sliced ​​through the flesh, making a harsh, crunching sound. The cutting was incredibly strenuous, and the veins on the attacker's arm bulged from the effort.

"Die to me!"

The Yellow Turban soldier who had stabbed the knife had bloodshot eyes and veins throbbing on his forehead. It was not known whether it was due to impatience or the severe pain from the flames on his back, but he grimaced and chopped the knife down with all his strength.

With a roar and a scream, the man's abdomen was cut open, and his intestines flowed out of the wound, leaving a patch of blood and filth on the ground.

Because he used too much force, the Yellow Turban soldier fell to the ground. He kicked away his companion whose abdomen he had cut open. His companion's lips trembled, and his dull eyes were full of pleading, but he ignored the weak cry for help and continued to run towards the only water source in the woods.

When one person is forced to kill to clear the way, it means that more people will follow suit.

In a life-or-death situation, anyone who stands in their way is preventing them from surviving!

Stopping them from surviving is like asking for their lives!
There was even a captain who usually showed off his might. At this moment, his eyes were red and his face was full of madness. He waved his knife wildly and waved his arms mechanically, knocking down more than a dozen soldiers who dared not confront him, trying to force his way through the crowd.

However, he overlooked the fact that he could act tyrannically on a daily basis because he relied on the authority of the commander above him and the order of hierarchy in the army.

But they are a group of people who took up arms to challenge the hierarchy. At this moment of life and death, how many of them will still remember the hierarchy?
"Fuck you!"

In an instant, accompanied by an angry shout, three Yellow Turban soldiers rushed towards the captain from different directions at the same time. The three swords pierced the captain's body from the abdomen, side and back respectively, taking his life in an instant. This not only saved him the trouble of finding water, but also made him no longer suffer from the burning pain.

The three who took action were the Yellow Turban soldiers who had been bullied by the captain on a daily basis. In this desperate situation, they worked together to kill him without any psychological burden.

However, no one stopped because of their actions. Instead, everyone took advantage of this gap and staggered forward.

"Bah! Inuiri's!"

One of them spat at the captain's still twitching face, and then the three of them exchanged glances, their eyes full of tacit understanding, and continued to run towards the water source together, knives in hand. When they finally reached the stream that served as the water source, they found it was already crowded with people.

But they couldn't care less at the moment. With a flash of determination in their eyes, they plunged in directly.

It has to be said that these people were lucky, while more people lost their way in the woods.

The trees that were usually used to identify directions and routes and were used as markers were now burning fiercely. The flames were like a ferocious beast, devouring everything with its fangs and claws. The flames licked the sky, and the billowing smoke covered the sky and the sun.

Most people have no idea where the road under their feet leads to, but the pain in their bodies keeps stimulating them to keep running.

Those Yellow Turban soldiers who were lucky enough not to be tainted by the flames were calmer than the others.

However, just as everyone was looking for a way to escape from the sea of ​​fire, someone widened his eyes in horror and pointed with a trembling finger not far away. He saw that the originally soft fallen leaves on the ground had been ignited at some point.

The ignited fallen leaves spread around like a winding miniature wall of fire at an extremely fast speed. Wherever it went, the bushes were instantly ignited, making crackling sounds.

Gradually, more trees were caught up in the fire.

Although the flaming leaves did not cause any substantial casualties to the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers, the sounds of the explosions were as frightening as thunder.

Bo Cai and a group of small canal generals witnessed this magical and terrifying scene. They were all stunned, their mouths wide open, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Although they do not believe in the existence of the so-called "God of Heaven" who can punish evil and promote good, after all, if such a god really exists, all the corrupt officials in the world would have died out long ago.

However, when this phenomenon that could not be explained by common sense actually appeared before everyone's eyes, although they did not say it out loud, they already regarded this strange scene as a miracle in their hearts.

Could it be that God punished them because they ate human flesh?

Even with Bo Cai's great concentration, he was stunned on the spot. His usual calmness and wisdom had completely disappeared. His brows were furrowed, and his hands clenched and unclenched subconsciously. He had no idea what to do.

He never believed in gods and ghosts, but looking at the fire that spread all over the sky and the flames and thick smoke rising straight into the sky, he also realized that he probably had no chance of escape.

That old man Huangfu Song built barriers and dug deep trenches outside the forest. I'm afraid he had the intention of burning the forest down.

I'm afraid that the more than 40,000 Han troops have already set up an encirclement outside. Even if someone can escape from this forest that is about to be engulfed by flames, it will be difficult to escape the swords and bows of the Han army.

Bo Cai's heart was filled with unspeakable regret. Why did he forget about the strategy of fire attack?
That’s all?

That's it.

That's it!

Bo Cai looked at Peng Tuo, Liu Pi, Huang Shao and He Yi, and sighed deeply, his face full of fatigue and helplessness.

Never mind, he's tired too, so let it end like this.

If he was defeated by the Han army with its powerful army, he would only think that the Han army's victory was due to the advantage of its soldiers, rather than that the Han prince and Huangfu Song were better than him in leading troops.

But this fire attack plan was something he had not anticipated.

Bo Cai smiled bitterly, said nothing, and slowly walked towards the burning forest. His eyes were full of a strong determination to die, and his footsteps were heavy, as if he was dragging a thousand-pound weight with every step.

"Commander Bo, what are you going to do?" Peng Tuo and Liu Pi noticed the direction Bo Cai was heading. They looked at each other, a trace of worry flashed in their eyes. They wanted to stop him, but stopped. The hand that wanted to stop Bo Cai was stretched out in the air, trembling slightly, neither advancing nor retreating.

He Yi did not speak, but he noticed Bo Cai's expression. At this moment, Bo Cai's eyes were empty and the muscles on his face were twitching slightly. It was obvious that he was in a state of panic and was no longer the fierce and resourceful Daqu Shuai.

"Coach Bo!" He Yi suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Bo Cai's arm and stopped Bo Cai.

"Don't stop me, just scatter and run for your lives."

Bo Cai smiled bitterly and looked at He Yi who was blocking him, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: "This He Yi is still a loyal and honest person."

"No!" He Yi lowered his head slightly, and pulled Bo Cai's arm with even more force, saying softly, "I want to borrow something from Marshal Bo to keep me safe. I hope Marshal Bo won't hesitate to lend it to me."

"Don't be stingy?" Bo Cai was slightly startled. For some reason, he felt an extremely strong sense of unease in his heart. He subconsciously opened his mouth and asked, "What is it?"

"I want to borrow Marshal Bo's head!"

He Yi suddenly raised his head, and his sinister eyes met Bo Cai's. Before Bo Cai could react, he saw a flash of cold light, and a dagger stabbed into Bo Cai's carotid artery.

"what!"

He Yi's eyes were wide open, his face full of madness and determination. With a scream, he pulled out the dagger that was stabbed in Bo Cai's neck. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing on his face and body, leaving shocking blood marks on his clothes.

Bo Cai turned his head with difficulty, his resentful eyes fell on He Yi, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he was powerless.

The second knife, the third knife, the fourth knife... The dagger in He Yi's hand stabbed Bo Cai's neck and heart frantically, easily taking the life of the Taiping Dao Yuzhou Fang Daqushuai.

Then, He Yi drew the ring-handled knife from his waist, raised his arm high, and brought it down heavily, slashing at Bo Cai's neck again and again. Blood splattered on his face, but he didn't care at all. There was only madness in his eyes, until he cut off Bo Cai's head, which shocked Peng Tuo, Liu Pi and Huang Shao who were standing beside him.

"Since you don't want to live anymore, why not fulfill my wish and let me save my life!"

This is what He Yi thought in his heart.

However, they were all members of the Yellow Turban Army. Even though they did not expect it at first, with He Yi's leadership and demonstration, everyone quickly reacted and rushed towards He Yi to snatch Qi Bocai's head.

Everyone knew that anyone who took Bo Cai's head and surrendered to the Han army could save his life, be exempted from punishment, and even be rewarded.

Isn’t the Tang and Zhou dynasties a typical example?

I heard that this guy lived a very comfortable life after betraying Ma Yuanyi. It was rumored that the prince gave him a mansion, a lot of gold, silver and beauties. What a carefree life that was!
However, the four people here all covet this way out, but there is only one head, which means that the way out they want is a single-plank bridge that can only accommodate one person.

It is not impossible for four people to surrender with a head, but how can they highlight the special nature of their surrender by doing so?

Furthermore, if one reward is split into four parts, how much benefit can one gain?
Since they have killed their great leader and are taking his head to exchange for merit, what psychological burden would they have in killing a few more small leaders who are their comrades?

Hey, maybe the Han prince will reward him with more gold, silver and beautiful women.

In that case, what is there to hesitate about?

"He Yi, if you hand over Marshal Bo's head, I will spare your life!"

Liu Pi touched his tangled beard, and stared with fierce eyes at He Yi, who was holding Bo Cai's head in one hand. A hint of greed flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hideous smile.

"You alcoholic idiot, will you let me live?"

"If you let me go, can the Han army let me go?"

He Yi looked at this stupid and reckless man, the disdain in his eyes was beyond words. He snorted softly, his face full of contempt.

"Hey, you skinny little bamboo pole, do you really think you're that big?"

Liu Pi and Peng Tuo looked at each other, then rushed towards He Yi from the left and right.

The two were known for their bravery in the Yellow Turban Army. Before coming to Yingchuan County, they had long disliked He Yi and Huang Shao, two guys who liked to play conspiracies and tricks.

Liu Pi and Peng Tuo were impressed by Bo Cai, who was not only good at scheming and intrigue, but also had good martial arts skills and commanded 60,000 soldiers.

But who are He Yi and Huang Shao?

They would cower in fear and hide behind when fighting began. After they had defeated the toughest government troops, they would attack the weak private soldiers of the wealthy and powerful families, and rush in to grab the spoils before the battle was over.

If Bo Cai had not temporarily intimidated everyone with his absolute military force and tempting benefits, this small general might have directly fought with each other in a few days.

However, just as the four were caught up in an internal fight, the sound of falling trees came from all around. No one knew what had happened, but apart from the sound of burning and screaming, there was no clear sound of swords clashing, which explained everything.

Outside the woods, Liu Bian rode on a white horse, listening to the wailing sounds coming from the woods from time to time, as well as the disgusting sour smell.

Although Liu Bian's identity made it impossible for him to know the taste of human flesh, he still guessed the source of the smell. His face suddenly turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and he jumped off his horse.

"vomit!"

Liu Bian knelt on the ground and vomited violently. He leaned forward, supported himself with his hands, and vomited out all the food he had eaten today.

Seeing the Crown Prince in such a state, Cao Cao sighed, dismounted, patted Liu Bian on the back, and then took out a water bag for Liu Bian.

Liu Bian rinsed his mouth, looked at the Imperial Guards and the Prince's Palace guards around him, as well as the ministers who were surrounding him with concerned expressions, and forced an ugly smile.

"Actually, Your Highness doesn't have to come." Cao Cao softly comforted the prince.

Although it may be disrespectful to say this, the prince is too young, even too young, about the same age as his eldest son.

Looking at the prince, I always felt like I was seeing my own child, and I couldn't help but feel concerned.

The Crown Prince's vomiting wasn't shameful at all. This scene made these generals, whose hands had been stained with countless lives, feel a sense of fear and discomfort...

"I think I should take a look." Liu Bian murmured softly, his voice weak and as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time. "I only hope that the people of the Han Dynasty will never have to suffer such disasters again in the future."

After saying this, Liu Bian shook his head and refused everyone's help. He slowly stood up with the support of the long sword in his hand. His body was shaky, but he stubbornly relied on himself to step on the stirrups and got back on the horse.

Looking at the prince's pale, shaky, yet incredibly stubborn appearance, for some reason, the prince's ministers present realized for the first time that this person before them was not just the prince who "conspired with Xiaowen and was as hegemonic as Sejong"...

He is actually only a twelve-year-old boy!

A child who should have been playing and studying under the care of the emperor and the empress, and should have been the happiest child in the world!
　The principle behind the explosion of piled fallen leaves is that the fallen leaves are decomposed by microorganisms to produce a small amount of methane. Because of the accumulation, the methane is not easy to dissipate in the pile of fallen leaves, so it will explode at any time.

　　As for the scene of fallen leaves and grass on the ground being ignited, I also checked a lot of information and watched a lot of videos, and confirmed that it would spread to the surroundings at a very fast speed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)