System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

"He really is a slave of the Yuan family, a man of three generations. What a high-sounding statement."

"Compared to you, a lowly person born to a lowly slave, Yuan Gonglu may be a little stupid, but at least he lives an upright life."

Dong Yu sneered and directly exposed all of Yuan Shao's past.

Whether it was the fact that he was born of a slave, or that he was inferior to Yuan Shu, or that he plotted to seize Jizhou, these were all stains on Yuan Shao's life.

But if you look at it from another angle, this may also be his shining point.

Born into slavery, he has come this far, which can be seen as his hard work.

The plot to seize Jizhou can also be said to be a brilliant strategy.

However, when Dong Yu said these words, there was no sense of praise.

"Dong's little boy."

"How dare you insult me!"

Yuan Shao was furious, his face flushed instantly, and he wished he could kill Dong Yu single-handedly.

"Haha, Brother Benchu."

"Why get angry with a child?"

"After we two lead our army to attack, you can do whatever you want with this waiter."

Cao Cao turned his head to look at Yuan Shao in the distance and laughed loudly.

Although he was also scolded, compared with the vicious scolding of Yuan Shao by Dong Yu, his behavior was considered good.

"Yuan Shao, what Cao Aman said is right."

"You're so angry, you're like Cao Cao's grandfather crawling into an old woman's bed, you're useless!"

"If you're brave enough, let's have a real fight and see who will come out on top."

Dong Yu pointed at Yuan Shao with the golden dragon stick in his hand and sneered loudly.

"F***!"

Cao Cao's face turned dark. He was obviously not from later generations, but he couldn't help but blurt out "national quintessence".

After all, this sentence is too hurtful.

His father was Cao Teng's adopted son, and in those days adopted sons were like biological sons.

His grandfather is naturally the eunuch Cao Teng.

Damn, this bastard is so mean!

After hearing that Cao Cao was being slandered, Yuan Shao felt much more balanced.

The curse of "eunuch and ugly" is obviously not as dirty as this one.

"Stop talking nonsense. Today I'll kill you, little brat. Then I'll chop off the thief Dong's head tomorrow to comfort the souls of my uncle and his family in heaven!"

Yuan Shao's face flushed red. After saying this, he rode his horse back to the army and disappeared.

"Hehe... Hehe, hahaha, kid, I'm going to tear your mouth apart."

Cao Cao laughed in anger, stared at Dong Yu and shouted with gritted teeth, then returned to the formation.

As for why Yuan Shao and Cao Cao's scolding of Dong Yu had little killing power.

There is no way around this.

Although Yuan Shao and Cao Cao both had some stains on their backgrounds, they were also from aristocratic families and were people who cared about their reputation.

And what about Dong Yu?

Does the Dong family still have any shame?

Their Dong family has long lost all its reputation.

No matter how much you scold him, what can you scold him for?

Traitor?

Traitor?

These people hear these things almost every day, so they have become immune to them, right? Their ears must be callused, right?

Seeing that the war of words before the big battle was over, Dong Yu also put away his playful intention.

"Prepare for war."

Dong Yu returned to the formation with a serious expression and went around to the right wing from the rear.

dong dong dong-

The rumbling sound of drums resounded from the battlefield ahead.

Zhang Yan led more than 20,000 elite Black Mountain soldiers to watch from a distance and did not dare to move forward at all.

It is true that the Montenegrin Army claims to have a million troops, but who says that they cannot claim to have a million troops if they don’t have a million?

The old, weak, sick and disabled people together number in the hundreds of thousands, from whom only tens of thousands of elite soldiers can be picked out.

You know, it was almost ten years ago that the Yellow Turbans fled to Taihang.

Such a long time is enough to prevent some older people from ever going to the battlefield again.

"Chief, what are we doing here?"

"This kind of excitement isn't something people like us can join in, right?"

Yu Du looked at Zhang Yan diagonally in front of him and asked in confusion.

"Wait."

"The winner will be decided by the score."

Zhang Yan put his hands behind his back, staring intently at the battlefield ahead.

This battle was the one that determined the fate of Hebei.

Whoever wins will completely occupy Jizhou, and no one will be able to threaten their position for several years.