Three Kingdoms

At the gate of Pingyang City, a group of people gathered together, listening to a man in the middle who seemed to be a son of a noble family, shaking his head and reciting the motto posted on the city wall:

"In the past, we, the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors, created eight famines. During the Tang and Yu periods, we were prosperous in all directions. We were rich in culture and served with beautiful seals. Our history was dignified and our reputation was passed down from generation to generation. Taizu established the country, and Emperor Wu expanded the territory. Guangwu revived the country and revived me. Han State. The fields are vast and the fields are vast, and the sandalwood chariots are heavy. Live and work in peace and contentment, and the warehouses are full of fish and rice. God bless the great man, and may he be blessed with eternal prosperity..."

This nobleman shook his head while reading, his eyebrows were dancing, and he was ups and downs for a while, but the common people on the side all opened their eyes wide, asking each other in low voices and muttering:

"...This, is this what this coward said?"

"I don't understand it, but...it sounds pretty good..."

A strong man laughed when he heard the mutterings of these common people in the crowd. He did not explain in words. He just stood beside the memorandum, read it several times from beginning to end, remained silent for a long time, and then raised his hand to the man. The disciples of the gentry asked, "May I ask, brother, if there is a place to recruit the Hunshu Zhonglang here?"

The noble boy turned around, looked up and down, and said, "This brave man wants to join the army? Ah... I am Zhang Shi, whose courtesy name is Ruoshui. I haven't asked you for your name yet..."

The strong man cupped his fists and said, "I'm Pengyue, named Xi Shui..."

Before they finished speaking, the two people looked at each other and smiled. They met by chance, and they actually had the word water in their names.

Zhang Shi said: "Brother Peng, I am about to go to the city to find a job at the place where I protect the Hungarian Zhonglang, and I will do my part for the Northern Zhuyin Mountain. Why don't you and I go together?"

"Good!" Peng Yue smiled and nodded.

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"However, barbaric barbarians envied the splendor of China, so they raised their troops to tyrannize, robbed our Han food, robbed our Han clothes, seized our Han weapons, plundered our Han women, and killed our Han people. The land of Liao and Hebei was invaded, and the countryside was full of smoke. The people are displaced, the beautiful rivers and mountains are beautiful, but now the fishy smell is rampant, and everything is desolate..."

"well said!"

Gongsun Zan, who had originally tilted his head to listen, sat upright and praised, "I didn't expect that this Fei Ziyuan is also a person who understands! What a pity! Oh, what a pity..."

Although Gongsun Zan was defeated in the Battle of Jieqiao, only the Baima Yicong received a serious blow, and the other troops did not suffer much losses. They are now regrouping their troops and preparing to fight Yuan Shao again.

What Gongsun Zan said was a pity, naturally because he felt that Fei Qian Fei Ziyuan had the same understanding and feelings towards the barbarians as himself, but he was on the side of the hostile Yuan Shao...

Now he doesn't have much strength, so sometimes he has to go against his own will and make some deals with the Wuhuan people. But for those barbarian tribes whose strength is not as good as the Wuhuan people, Gongsun Zan has always been the best. He was ruthless, so he had many conflicts with Youzhou Mu Liu Yu.

"Come here! Send this memorandum to Liu Zhoumu for a look..." Gongsun Zan ordered.

The only good barbarians are dead barbarians. This is Gongsun Zan's philosophy.

Oh, by the way, Gongsun Zan would certainly not refuse a barbarian who was willing to be his dog.

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"Ah! Brother, why are you crying again!"

Zhang Fei screamed, frightening Liu Bei's tears to hide in his eyes.

Liu Bei sniffed, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, this is not crying, this is touching. If the Han Dynasty had more loyal ministers like Fei Zhonglang Fei Ziyuan, it would not be like this... …well……"

Liu Bei couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

Although the name of King Jing of Zhongshan has now been blown out, and he has gained a lot of reputation here in the plains, it is only here in the plains. Compared with this Feiqian Feiziyuan, tsk tsk...

Of course, Liu Bei has gradually changed from an impulsive person to a dissolute heart over the years. He always maintains a modest smile and calm demeanor to match his title as a descendant of King Jing of Zhongshan. , but how many times after dreaming about it at midnight, when I turned over and sat up, the desire for fame in my heart has not diminished at all.

Now, watching others achieve world-renowned fame, I still can only huddle in the plains, under the jurisdiction of Qingzhou Governor Tian Kai, pretending to be brothers with Chen Pingyuan, and having to endure the consequences of another Qingzhou Governor Zang Hong. Rebuke and attack...

"Brother? Do you still read it?" Guan Yu asked softly when he saw Liu Bei was lost in thought.

"Ah... read it, of course, read it." Liu Bei said.

Guan Yu nodded, then held the message in one hand and stroked his beard with the other, and read aloud:

"...Now I am protecting Lang Fei of the Hungarian army. The people are at peace, they have enough food, and the soldiers are a little better. They control strings and arrows. Looking north to the Yin Mountains, they fight with swords and bent bows. They are not fighting bravely to kill, but protecting the security of the country." The people, send troops to the north to drive away the barbarians, engage in battle with armor, and resound with the sound of justice; rescue the people, and save the beasts to restore the mulberry! Recover the old land of China, stabilize the country and merge with the northern border, save the people from the ruins, and show the power of the Han Dynasty Huaguang! Let the barbarians know that they will be safe if they return to me, but they will perish if they turn against me; it will show the public opinion of the Chinese people, their blood and bravery, and their brave men will be glorious!"

Liu Bei high-fived and praised: "Such a beautiful article is like drinking fine wine, making people's blood surge and making them feel dizzy and happy..."

Zhang Fei looked at Liu Bei, and then muttered loudly: "Does this smell like wine? Why didn't I smell it?"

"Haha..." Liu Bei said with a smile, "Well, third brother, if you want to drink, just say so... Anyway, bring some wine. Such a majestic statement should be paired with fine wine!"

"Okay! I'll get the wine!" Zhang Fei immediately jumped up and ran out. Whether the essay is good or not is not important to Zhang Fei, but whether the drink is good or not is the most important issue.

Seeing Zhang Fei rushing to get the wine like a gust of wind, Liu Bei smiled hoarsely and shook his head.

Guan Yu sighed slightly and shook his head...

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"...the heroes of the world, sharing the same clothes and the same hatred, chasing the barbarians together, riding horses on the Yin Mountains!"

"I hereby declare it to heaven, and the envoys of Xian will hear about it."

After Cao Cao finished reading, he threw the message on the table, stood up, and shouted loudly: "Wine! Get the wine quickly! This message will become clear to you! Have fun, have fun!"

The attendants on the side quickly brought the wine. Cao Cao poured a cup first, raised his hand far to the north where Fei Qian was, and said loudly: "I only wish my junior brother that I will succeed with this wine!"

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

After Cao Cao finished drinking, without waiting for the attendant to take action, he poured another cup of wine and held it in his hand. However, he did not drink for a long time. After a long time, he sighed quietly, and then drank up another cup of wine.

Then came another prince.

Another title.

I don’t know if he recalled his ideal of being a general who conquered the West. Cao Cao raised his wine cup high and sang to the sky: "Sing to the wine, how many years of life! It is like morning dew, the past day will be more bitter. Generosity should be used with generosity, and sorrow will be unforgettable." . How to relieve worries...Only...Only...Du Kang..."

When did Cao Cao's tank song line be written... No matter what, I'll treat it as if it was written now... The weather changes very quickly, and the temperature is hot and cold... The author's bacteria have been drying out a whole box of three pieces one after another. Nine...MMP...