[Three Kingdoms] Silver Spear Accompanied by Wine for the Fallen Army

Hunting winds, rolling up the smoke of the battlefield, thousands of horses hooves, trampling the flesh and blood of thousands of troops.

Fight!

A desert buried in blood, a city wall built with bones.

At the foot of White Wolf Mountain, the sound of war drums rumbled.

Shout to kill!

Deafening!

Tens of thousands of cavalry immediately stained Bailang Mountain with blood.

Among the rebellious army, Shan Yu Tadun waved his scimitar: "Kill!"

kill!

Just one word!

Wuhuan can't retreat!

He is the king of Wuhuan!Wuhuan can't retreat!He can't even retreat!

"King Wuhuan! There!"

That is King Wuhuan!

A horse charged forward and broke out from the chaotic army. The halberd was bleeding and pointed at himself from afar.

Moment!

The swords strike each other, and Tadun raises the knife to block.

"哐", the scimitar was released, and in one round, someone came to split his scimitar directly, and the speed of the halberd body did not decrease. The man used the momentum to turn his wrist sharply, "噗", passed through the armor, and the halberd was about to fall. Tadun picks and falls off the horse.

Another shot, the result is life!

Zhang Liao picked at the corpse with his gun and shouted, "Shan Yu is dead!"

The sky-high shouts spread across the entire battlefield in an instant. The only thing that remained unchanged was the blood rushing to the bones and the blood rushing to the bones.

Cao's army was brave and marched all the way north, killing everyone in Wuhuan, and they were defeated.

The capture of White Wolf Mountain and Liucheng is within easy reach.

And a hundred miles away, Yizhou.

Who is the hasty footsteps outside the house, didn't even have time to knock on the door?

"Sir! Sir! The lord has won! We have captured Liucheng. The lord is about to triumph! Sir!"

The pale face, even the blood on the lips has almost faded, it was originally delicate, but at this moment, it was completely broken.

He still remembered that when Bingzhou was newly established, all the generals suggested that Cao Cao's troops should return to the court. Yuan Xi and Yuan Shang were defeated.

What should I do?

In front of him was the vague figure of the servant, calling him in a panic: "Sir, the lord is coming back."

The lord believes in him, and believes in him against all opinions.

He said that people in the desert will not have equipment if they rely on their remoteness; if they are unprepared and attack them suddenly, they will be broken.

He said that Yuan Shao and Wuhuan have a kindness, but the brothers Yuan Shang and Yuan Xi still exist and must be eliminated.

He said that Liu Biao knew he couldn't control Liu Bei, so he didn't dare to reuse him, but if he didn't reuse him, what use would Liu Bei be.

He said that although the country is on an expedition, the public has no worries.

Cao Cao then led the three armies on an expedition to Wuhuan.

The road was long and deserted, and it was difficult for people and horses to travel. He was already in poor health, so he followed the army to Yizhou in a daze, but he couldn't even sit in the carriage.

Cao Cao wanted to return to the army.He strongly refused: "I feel the prime minister's great kindness, even though I die, I can't repay it just in case."

In July of the 12th year of Jian'an, Cao Cao followed his advice again, abandoned his luggage, and led light troops to attack thousands of miles.

at last……

Outside the window, the setting sun is gradually setting, and when the autumn wind suddenly rises, it sweeps away the first fallen leaves of this autumn.

"gentlemen!"

After all, he still couldn't wait for Cao Cao's triumphant return. It was getting colder and colder in the office, so cold that he didn't even have the courage to take another look at himself.

His body, which was hot and cold from time to time, was very similar to the moment before his death, like his internal organs being tormented, all limbs and bones were clamoring for pain.Could it be that he hadn't died completely before?So, here we go again.

Do not!Won't!

He saw his own coffin buried in the ground with his own eyes, and he also witnessed the burning of Chibi after that year.

Cao Cao retreated to the north because of the defeat in that battle, and Liu Bei occupied the southwest because of the victory in that battle.

Since then, it has been a three-legged rivalry with Jiangdong, Sun Wu.

He hated himself a little. He was not present in this epic battle. If he was still there, would the situation of the battle remain the same, and would history be changed because of it.

Until he saw the rise of Sima, he suddenly understood that they were just a pen and ink in the long scroll of Qing History, and what was left to future generations was just a name.

When he was young, he once read: The gentleman died without a name.

So, he fought for his name, stood at the pinnacle of this life, and looked down on the world. In the end, his soul was still shivering with cold, and the history books were not warm, and he could not draw a word of love.

The tingling pain all over the body, like a bunch of broken steel needles, ruthlessly pierced into the bone marrow.I don't know if it was the Chibi fire that almost burned his soul.

No one could see his remnant soul, which came from Yizhou and wandered in the Three Kingdoms. However, when he really felt that he was about to be burned by this fire.

Someone came through the sky, with a silver gun and a white armor, like a general stepping on the clouds, the shadow of the gun turned around, and actually snatched out his remnant soul, even though he knew very well that it was not him who saved this person.

But after that battle, that figure often fell into dreams. Perhaps his soul was contaminated with that person's breath at that moment, merged into the three souls, and transformed into the seven souls, and it was difficult to get rid of it.

After that battle, he knew that his remnants were getting weaker and weaker, and his spiritual power had really been burned by the flames.

Someone once said that it is the reincarnation of the Kunlun Mirror.

What about this life?

Rebirth.

Is he still the stunning...

"Ghost" Guo Jia.

"Cough cough..."

The continuous coughing woke him up from the dream. In his drowsy mind, the past and the past were intricately intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to tell whether everything in front of him was real or whether he was still in that old dream. .

The bumpy car was driving on the road staggeringly, he felt that if he lay down again, his stomach would be knocked out.He knocked on the wall of the carriage, the carriage stopped slowly, the curtain was lifted, and a head poked out.

"Sir, are you awake?" An immature face, round black eyes, staring at him without blinking, "Sir, my father said, according to our speed, we will be able to reach Zhending County tomorrow." gone."

"En." He replied, but wrapped himself up in the quilt even more tightly. He planned to get out of the car and take a few steps, but a gust of cold wind was blown into his head, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Sir, my father said that there is an abandoned house not far ahead, we will stay there tonight, sir, why don't you take a rest, and I will call you when I arrive."

He lay back on the car again, endured the churning in his stomach, and forced himself to close his eyes so as not to feel the discomfort in his body.

On that day, when he woke up in Yuan Shao's barracks, he was convinced that he had really returned to the past, or that history was reversed again, and the only one who did not reverse it was him, Guo Fengxiao.

Guo Jia remembers that he stayed in Yuan Shao's army for 33 days in the previous life. He said to Guo Tu: "Yuan Gong wants to imitate Zhou Gong's subordinates, but he doesn't know how to use people. He has many ideas and few important things. The world is in great trouble, and it is difficult to establish the career of the overlord!" After that, he found an excuse to leave, and since then he has been unemployed for six years.

Guo Jia curled up and coughed lightly. In his previous life, he wanted to find the master and determine the world's hegemony. However, the destiny has not been fulfilled, and the Three Kingdoms have not yet been determined, but he has already withdrawn from the battle for hegemony. .

No matter how Duke Cao cried and complained, it's a pity, it hurts, it's a pity!

It's also because, if he was there, Duke Cao would not have suffered such a big loss in the Chibi battle.

As a counselor, to be so valued by the lord, Guo Jia, who was in the previous life, would definitely appreciate his knowledge and dedicate himself to it.

However, in this life, he has gone through all the vicissitudes of life, no matter how high-ranking officials and nobles are, and how famous he is in history, what's more, he has already lived with this name for a lifetime, and he has enjoyed half of his life for this rich salary.

No matter how much Mr. Cao felt sorry for him, it was only for his own great achievements. No matter how big the Golden Luan Hall was, there was only one person sitting on it.

"Feng Xiao is leaving?" Yuan Gong's words were no different from his previous life.

He replied: "Jia's body is weak, and he is suffering from the wind and cold. Now it is the time when the Lord is marching to prepare for war. How can Jia be alone to delay the military situation. I also ask the Lord to allow Jia to go back to recuperate, cough, cough, cough."

The previous life was too tiring, physically and mentally exhausting.

In this life, he will no longer help the world in great trouble, and no longer seek the career of being a king. He only wishes that his life will be ordinary, and he wishes... only for the common people.

Those few coughs were not because he was pretending, but because he really caught the cold, and he also noticed that his body in this life was much worse than that in his previous life. At least in his previous life, when he joined Yuan Shao's army, he was very vigorous and strong. Like now, the wind and cold enter the body at every turn.

After finally falling into a deep sleep, he was awakened by Xu Lu again, got out of the carriage, and as soon as he landed on the ground, Guo Jiafang felt that his legs were not as puffy as his own, but his cheeks were hot.

Following everyone into the house, Xu Lu's father thought he had cleaned it for a while, and greeted him: "Sir, this place is cleaner, come here."

A group of people in sevens and eights sat around the front hall of the house. Although the house was big, except for some people looking for some dry wood to light a fire, they didn't try to make a soft bed to warm their pillows. After all, the blood on the road, They still feel that if everyone gathers together, the possibility of survival is high.

They escaped from the Yellow Turban rebellion in Shiyi, and fortunately there was Guo Jia among them that day. If not, their fate would have been the same as those compatriots who died in Shiyi.

Even though Guo Jia caused them a lot of trouble along the way, the few of them had a tacit understanding, and no one suggested leaving him behind.

On the contrary, Xu Lu was very kind to Guo Jia, and served him well.

"Sir, father and the others cooked some porridge, why don't you drink some too, I see you haven't eaten much on the way." Xu Lu brought over a bowl of thin porridge, which was still steaming, freshly served.

Guo Jia bumped all the way, but he didn't have a good meal. His stomach was churning and uncomfortable, and he couldn't remember to eat. Now he finally calmed down, but he was tired: "I'm not hungry, You drink."

Xu Lu is thirteen years old, born just like his father, with a round face and big eyes, a burly figure, full of vigor and vigor, unlike Guo Jia, who is three years older than him, but thin and thin A sickly look.

"Hey, why aren't you hungry? Sir, I still have pancakes over there. Even if they are gone, there are still pancakes to eat. My father said that you are not in good health. The pancakes are too hard and too cold. I'm afraid they won't suit your appetite."

Seeing that he was stubborn, Guo Jia also took the bowl and took a few sips slowly: "Is that to your liking?"

Xu Lu patted his chest: "I am as strong as an ox, even a stone can be chewed through."

Guo Jia couldn't help laughing, but his peach blossom eyes seemed to be stained with autumn water, his lips were moistened with porridge, and his fair complexion, under the light of the fire, gave off a touch of warmth.

With this smile, he was taken aback by Xu Lu, and mumbled out a sentence: "Sir, you are so pretty. Even better than Yao Mo'er next door to my house."

Guo Jia asked, "Who is that?"

"She is……"

Before Xu Lu finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of shouting and killing outside the house, and the chaotic sound of horseshoes rushed in instantly.