Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 401 The Blooming Flower of Death

  When Fei was lurking in Jingzhou before, he thought that since he already had a pocket, why not put a mask on it?

  If there is a mask, Xia Houdun in the Three Kingdoms will not be one-eyed...

Of course, if you want to create a fine mask with a nose and a mouth that fits the facial curve, it is of course somewhat difficult, but probably make an arc to drill some holes while it is hot for seeing and breathing, not just like the armor Is the difficulty of drilling a hole in the iron sheet for weaving the same?

  Of course, the flat and curved visor does not seem to have any deterrent effect, but it can be painted on!

  Using white and red to draw a pattern of blue-faced fangs on the black visor, Fei Qian thought it was a very simple matter, but Fei Qian did not expect that the imagination of the people in the Han Dynasty was really poor...

The master craftsman Huang Dou who followed Feiqian to the Beiqu camp, held back for two days, and finally handed it to Feiqian. The final design was to draw two red dots on the eye circles and a red line on the mouth, that's all. .

  Is this a painting of Pleasant Goat or Robot Watt?

  At that time, Fei Qian was almost choked to death by his own saliva...

   Well, it is understandable, after all, no one in the Han Dynasty has seen horror movies.

  Later, it was Fei Qian himself who drew a more decent ghost-like mask—

White base, no eyebrows, blood red eye corners and red brow wrinkles divide the white forehead into three pieces, the eyes are originally iron black, expanding the eye sockets, and then a circle of white is dotted in the middle, making it look like Like a huge protruding eyeball in the middle of the sunken eye socket, the outlined up and down staggered fangs occupy the entire lower half of the mask, matched with the white air that comes out of breathing due to the cold weather after wearing it...

  Of course, according to Fei Qian's own standards, it still doesn't feel scary enough, but according to the current situation, the effect seems to be pretty good.

  Although the street has been cleaned, there is still a lot of plaster.

Er Gouzi trembled, howled, and rushed over step by step. The soles of his feet stepped on the muddy street, and circles of yellow dust rose up. His neck was chopped off with a knife.

Huang Cheng stood steadily, as if the person rushing in front of him did not exist at all, his whole body was completely motionless, only his fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the long Mo Dao, as if he was counting Er Gouzi pace and distance…

  Er Gouzi took another step, and the dust under the soles of his feet billowed up...

I only heard the sound of "Woo Weng...", a bright light shone between the sky and the earth, and then I saw a blood line drawn on the waist of Er Gouzi, and in an instant, it was like a water source that was about to be blocked, and there was a "puchi" The explosion sprayed out, and it was cut into two sections down the middle!

  The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if all the voices had been emptied by the knife...

"what…"

Er Gouzi howled in pain on the ground, trying to grab back the intestines that had flowed out, as if by doing so, he could live for a moment longer, but it was obvious that all the efforts were in vain, Er Gouzi writhed on the ground with half of his body Twitching, twitching, like a dehydrated dying fish, making its final struggle...

   "Ghost...Ghost..."

   I don't know if it was a coincidence, or a phantom appeared in his head before he died. Before Er Gouzi took his last breath, he suddenly yelled this last, and died immediately.

The Baibo army was suddenly in a commotion. They had seen dead people, those whose hands and feet had been cut off, and those who had their stomachs disemboweled. seen!

   This is obviously the power that only ghosts and gods can have!

  Even a human being has the power of a ghost!

  Baibo’s soldiers turned pale with fright. Many of them touched their belly subconsciously, and they were relieved to find that it was not broken into two.

  Ghosts and gods!

   Then it is almost the same as General Tiangong and the others, this... this...

  How could mortals like me beat it?

  Many Baibo soldiers backed away in awe, and leaned against other soldiers, feeling the body temperature of others, and barely suppressed the chill rising in their hearts.

Feiqian watched from behind the formation, shook his head, and then ordered: "Light up the smoke." This Baibo army has already been defeated, lost its vigor, lost its courage, and ran around for a whole day, exhausting seven weeks of energy. Seven or eight, the rest is to see how long it can last...

  A unit that relies on the belief of ghosts and gods to arouse fanaticism in soldiers is very terrifying, but once the belief is lost, this kind of unit will quickly fall to the bottom of the valley, and the original courage to fear death will be gone.

The Yellow Turbans raised their troops, relying on the sermons of General Tiangong. Under self-hypnosis, many fanatical believers can erupt power beyond the reach of ordinary people. After General Tiangong was beheaded, he lost the support of his faith and completely became an ordinary knife-wielding gangster.

   "These are people! They must be people!" Hu Cai muttered, and then suddenly shouted, "Don't be afraid! There are only a few of them! Let's go together! Let's go together! Don't retreat, and those who retreat will be killed!"

  Hu Cai didn't realize that his voice had changed a little at the end of the shout, like a rooster whose throat was half-choked, and could only make a sharp cry, but not as thick and powerful as before...

"Rush forward! Rush forward!" The guards around Hu Cai raised their knives one after another, drove the soldiers forward and surrounded them, and hacked to death two or three soldiers who were cowering behind and unwilling to move forward. The pace of soldiers.

Huang Cheng smiled disdainfully behind the mask. If he galloped his horse, he might not be able to resist. However, stragglers surged up like this. ,hehe…

  Bai Bojun dawdled, moved in small steps, and when they reached a certain distance, they looked at each other, and suddenly uttered a cry, and they all came running with all their strength!

  Huang Cheng shouted: "Get up!"

  The soldiers of the black-armored formation followed Huang Cheng and put the handle of Mo Dao on their waists...

   "Spin!"

With an order, the Mo Dao with a blade length of more than three feet was rotated parallel to the ground at the waist of the black armored soldier. The distance from Miduo began to shine coldly, like blooming flowers of death...

   When Guan Yu came back, he lifted Huaxiong's head and threw it on the ground...

Cao Cao said, "I know that Second Master likes to drink hot wine, so why are you in such a hurry today? I'll pour another cup and let's drink it together. Hua Xiong's **** doesn't know how to play, so he just chased him away from afar. Why bother to kill him?" he~

  (end of this chapter)