The vague consciousness was awakening intermittently, and the pain was also coming. The whole body no longer looked like its own. It felt uncontrollable ups and downs. The sounds coming into the mind were all beeping and popping. Occasionally, birds cried over, and many broken images were played back in the consciousness and reorganized, and someone's voices sounded.

"Young Master, please exchange your armor and iron helmet with me."

"The river is ahead. The eldest son hides in the water plants, I will attract them away." In the dark sky, a personal soldier wearing his armor put on an iron helmet and looked over with a dirty face, "Young Master will definitely avenge us when he returns!" With a smile, he ran upstream along the river bank with more than a dozen soldiers. In the light of the torch, the iron hooves chased after him, and a fight sounded.

The water was very cold, and the pair of eyes exposed behind the water plants looked at the torch light passing by. The enemy like a tide rushed over there, and a voice shouted: "Cao Cao's son is over there!"

In the running figure, someone beat a torch and looked over, waved his blade and shouted: "There is another Cao soldier here!"

His vision shaking, he felt himself running towards the middle of the river, splashing water, and behind him the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and a violent stinging pain came from his body. He fell into the turbulent river water. In his wide vision, he saw arrows piercing the water surface and crossing straight from his vision. Soon, everything went dark.

"It seems that someone is floating in the water, shaking the slurry."

"I don't know if I die!"

There seemed to be a dreamy sound coming from the hearing, and I felt like something was turning my body. A woman's voice was shouting: "He is still alive, brother, come and take a hand on the boat."

The sound of water exploded in his ears. In the dark, he felt the dazzling light. His body was rising, turning, and falling onto the hard thing. He opened his eyes slightly. The bright sunlight pierced into his eyes. It was the sky in the sky that was thousands of miles away. A strong man with a beard covered the light and retreated. "Your life is so hard." Then a beautiful face came closer.

"Can you speak, where are you from?"

The vision is blurred and closed again.

On the banks of the Qingshui River, the soul-sweeping is floating in the wind, and a large amount of yellow paper money is thrown along the river bank and the wind blows away the sky. Some are ignited, and black smoke floats along the river surface with the burning paper scraps.

Cao Hong and Xiahou Yuan wiped their tears and waved their arms along the way. The yellow paper flew to the feet of a figure. On the river bank not far away, Cao Cao, who was looking at Wancheng, leaned over and picked up the yellow paper, his lips trembled slightly, and he let go of his fingers. The yellow paper drifted away with the wind.

"Zi Xiu... my soul is back... An Xi... I regret it... I should have heard what you said... so tired that my son died of Zhang Xiu's hand... Zi Xiu... Zi Xiu..."

Since that night, Zhang Xiu suddenly repeated that, Cao Cao followed Xu Chu to return to the Jingshui Army Camp. After dawn, he led the three armies to rescue him. He only saw Cao Ang's armor hanging on it on the city tower. After inquiring, he learned that Cao Ang and Cao Anmin were chopped into meat paste that night, so he had to peel off his armor.

"Brother, I am sad." Xiahou Dun stood beside him and sighed solemnly, stepped forward to support his crying brother, staring at Wancheng, and tears were also shining in the tiger's eyes: "Don, if you go to avenge Zixiu, I will take Zhang Xiu's head and put it in front of Zixiu's spirit."

Cao Cao was nearly forty years old and was in his prime. He was still suffering from the pain of losing his father. He could hold on at this time. He took a breath, looked at the river where Taotao went east, and waved his hand: "Zi Huo's revenge is naturally avenged, but now the momentum of the three armies has dropped sharply. Forced attacks will only affect the soldiers and die in vain. Although I am sad, I am not as dazed."

"Instruct the entire army to pull out the camp." He turned around and grabbed Xiahou Dun's arm and pinched it tightly. Xiahou Dun looked at his dejected back, "Brother..."

Xu Chu, wrapped in bandages, greeted Cao Cao who was walking back, "Lord, let Chu go back and kill Zhang Xiu to avenge the eldest son!!"

The fat man, who had always obeyed Cao Cao's words and had no extra words, had his tone trembled slightly at this moment. He clearly remembered that the eldest son Cao Ang guarded the city gate and waited for him to come back that day, otherwise it would be difficult to avoid being besieged and killed by the swarming Xiliang soldiers.

"I don't feel sad about Zi Xiu's death, but I only implicate Zhongkang."

The words did not respond directly, but Qi Sheng said, bowing to Xu Chu in front of the generals and the strategist, and hurriedly went to support Cao Cao with a fat body, "This is what I deserve. Lord, don't break Chu."

"Retreat, let's go back to Xudu for the time being." Cao Cao stood up straight, looked at Guo Jia, Xun You and others around him, and then said softly, then closed his eyes and pursed his lips to the direction of the military camp.

"What can Fengxiao tell?" Xun You, who was thin and long bearded and white-faced, looked at the young man next to him.

Guo Jia took his hand, drew the word "Si" on the palm of his hand, shook his head and said, "If the eldest son is not dead, this matter should be said. Unfortunately, the eldest son is gone. If you say it, you will not have a good end in the future."

"I understand." The person who Xun You could be appreciated by Cao Cao was naturally smart and smart. After reacting to the complicated relationship, he did not say much about this matter. He just looked in the direction of Wancheng and narrowed his eyes: "Fengxiao thinks Zhang Xiu can do such a chain of plans?"

Next to him, Guo Jia took off the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip. "If this person had this strategy, Zhang Ji would not have died, nor would he occupy two cities. There should be a mastermind behind this person, hiding his head and showing his tail, and he was very afraid that others would know it, and perhaps he had other thoughts. Unfortunately, he failed to compete, otherwise he would have been able to figure out some clues."

He covered his mouth with gourd and shook his hand: "Let's go, let's go, this person has harmed the eldest son. Although he can't move Xu Du, he can still move him. If you want to hide your head, I am not as good as he wishes."

"Will Fengxiao invite Bailang again?" Xun You followed him and nodded: "That's right, if the lord has no allies, this matter would probably be aborted. If Bailang came over, with his rogue tactics, he could indeed force the guy hiding in the dark to come out. How should Fengxiao ask?"

He walked slowly to the gate and stopped. The wine gourd gently knocked on the wooden pillar at the gate. Guo Jia looked up at the skylight and smiled: "Of course, he said bluntly that this person is used to revenge. The eldest son is under his command for a long time. He still has friendship. There is nothing wrong in the north at the moment. Ruojia guessed that after this year, he should attack Liaodong, and he will really have no time to go south at that time."

"So why not ask him to go back to the Central Plains to celebrate the New Year." His tone slowed down, looked at the clear sky, and smiled and opened his mouth: "...I'll also make a compensation for the last time."

"I'm afraid it won't be that."

"...... By the way, I also want to see this white wolf that lies across the north and overwhelms the Xianbei and the Huns."

The two of them were talking under the gate, and not long after, the army began to advance north.

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When night falls, the sky is full of stars, and the cold moon is reflected on the river surface. The night wind whimpers across the boats on the river bank, shaking. Near the river bank is a fishing village. Occasionally, people walk around and make noises, and the whole village crows and dogs bark.

The strong figure who passed through the village, pinching a few cubes of freshly picked herbs back to the wooden house near the river bank. The young man covered the quilt had already woken up. He was looking at the stars and moon outside the window. The man handed the herbs to the girl in a linen patch dress next to him. "I still see, take it for a while, I don't feel sorry for your brother in the middle of the night."

"Is this saving someone..." The girl withdrew her gaze that was staying on the injured young man, lowered her head with a little embarrassed look, took the grassland and ran outside.

"Young brother is injured by a knife... This kind of knife edge is not something that ordinary knife can cut." The strong and burly man sat down next to the young man, and his wrist-free arm moved. He gathered a few arrows on the ground with blood: "Your injury, coupled with soaking in the water for too long, some of the meat has rotted. Dig it out and wait until new meat grows. You won't think of going out of this place in the past few months."

The young man lay flat, his eyes straight at the window, and the strong smell of herbs came from outside.

"Where is your house? I'll ask someone to send a message and ask them to pick you up."

On the pillow, the young man who had been silent for a long time blinked his eyelids, his face slightly, and his cracked lips trembled: "...If possible, please send me a message to Shanggu County, Beidi..."

The man who stood up and was about to walk out smiled: "Then you have some waiting." After that, he turned around and stepped.

"My benefactor!" The young man moved with difficulty and struggled to his upper body: "I haven't asked Daming yet."

"The man in the mountains and fields has no name, call me Wu'an." The man raised his broken wrist and smiled generously: "When this hand was broken, I was also depressed until I saved my girl. I felt hopeful in my heart. You can rest assured and recuperate. When a passing caravan comes to the village, I will send a message."

Standing at the door, he walked out and came in again, and looked at the other person: "By the way, what's your name?"

"Cao Ang."

The young man leaned against the wooden pillow, and his black and green chapped lips also smiled.

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Before the news of Cao Cao's defeat in Wancheng and his eldest son died in battle had spread, some war horses were already carrying sprints across Hanoi, running north on the Taihang Mountains, surpassing caravans and pedestrians who were rushing to the pass, and quickly extended away.

By the time the first news was presented to Dongfangsheng's desk, it was already the end of September. However, this news was like a rock sinking into the sea and did not cause any storm. When the information from normal transmission channels came from the normal transmission channel was in mid-October, Pan Feng, who was the first to hear the news of Cao Ang's death, wore a hemp belt and wrapped in plain silhouette and cried loudly towards the south.
Chapter completed!