The wind was heard and the autumn sun shone on the earth in September. The refugees who were heading south looked panicked. They carried their only food rations at home and walked towards the nearest city with the dense and chaotic team. The dead grass and the gray and white burning accompanied their walking feet, spreading, and the sky was gray and white.

Going south, Zitong, Mianzhu, Langzhong... and other merchants in several cities, the wealthy families retreated towards Chengdu overnight. Before the refugee tide came, these wealthy families had already set off first, and in the direction they passed, the Chengdu capital was also in a panic atmosphere. The city walls and streets were sent to patrol soldiers and servants, which made the people in the city feel confused and oppressed as if they were about to come.

The autumn rain fell on the streets and alleys. A black horse stopped in the hand of a thick man with a leopard head and eyes. He walked into the government office in a light rain to the backyard. The government manager rushed over and was pushed away by him and hit the wooden pillar under the eaves. The faces of the surrounding guards heard the movement, turned around and looked at it, then looked away, and did not dare to ask.

The manager quickly got up from the ground, rubbed his painful chest and rushed forward: "Three Generals...Three Generals... The master's family is not in the mansion...Three Generals!!"

Zhang Fei turned around and glared at him, so scared that the manager stopped his steps quickly and looked timidly at the blood-filled eyes. There was still a burst of alcohol coming from the other party's body, so he didn't dare to take another step and whispered: "Master...Master said..."

"The master of fart!" Zhang Fei stomped his feet and shouted loudly, clenched his fists and turned around and walked through the porch door. In the main hall of the backyard, there was a faint crying sound. Walking through the long eaves, the approaching man heard a moment, frowned and pushed the door open with a creaking sound. The wind brought out swept up a pool of burning paper scraps on the ground, and a few pieces of yellow paper floated in front of the threshold. There was an altar opposite him, with a spiritual position on it - Hou Guan Yunchang, Hanshouting.

Tears slid down in red eyes. Zhang Fei stepped in, looked at the spiritual position, and shouted: "Second brother--"

He knelt down with a bang.

Liu Bei, who was kneeling at the altar, turned his head slowly when he heard the sound. When he saw the black man standing there, he burst into tears. The latter raised his head and tears flowed, "...Is the news true? How did the second brother be defeated and killed? Brother, sister-in-law, nephew and others escape safely..."

"Yide..."

The voice choked and called out with a suppressed voice. Liu Bei held the other party's hand and pinched it a few times. His lips moved. His expression that was rarely seen finally collapsed. He squeezed out his words with difficulty: "Today, Liu Feng, Meng Da's news... Mi Fang, Fu Shiren surrendered... Yun Changhe... He was besieged by Lu Bu... and did not surrender... and was killed when breaking through the siege... Guan Ping's nephew, Zhou Cang, Zhao Lei, and Sanqian's sons... all... died in battle..."

"No, Lu Bu has changed his temperament long ago..." Zhang Fei looked at him, wiped the tears, clenched his fists with extreme depression, and shook his head: "The King of Jin will definitely not kill my second brother like this... He knows that Guan Yunchang is my second brother, so he will never kill him."

Liu Bei pulled him and pointed to the spiritual position on the altar, tears were still flowing down, "The spiritual position of Yunchang is here..." He took a breath and said, "... Jingzhou was also lost... How can it be fake..." He turned slowly and looked at Zhang Fei, "Taoyuan has been together, and my three brothers are not asking for birth on the same day of the same year, but asking for death on the same day of the same month of the same year, and now Yunchang is going first, leaving you and me, and always avenge him."

"Brother let me go out of the city, Fei is going to ask the King of Jin for a clear question..."

"What are you going to do--" Liu Bei grabbed him and walked slowly, finally unable to suppress his feet, and cried out, "But Yun Chang was killed by the King of Jin... He was killed by the King of Jin as you mentioned... Yide, Yun Chang is gone, our brothers have been away for more than twenty years, and he has walked one step ahead of us, not even a body... He can't find a place for brother to even put in incense sticks for him..."

"When brothers have nothing, you brothers will accompany you and never leave us... Now that we have a foundation, but Yun Chang is gone, I regret not only sending Liu Feng and Mengda to the next place, I regret not--"

Zhang Fei's eyes were filled with tears and finally cried out: "What if my brother regrets it now? He shouldn't have come to this Shu area at the beginning, and his second brother would not have died."

"Er Wei is so desperate, saying that he is supporting the Han Dynasty... In fact, he doesn't want the two brothers. When they get old, they will be burdened by the bumps and displaced. He just wants to let them, who have been with you for more than 20 years, be able to shine their ancestors and get what they deserve." Liu Bei looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"Brother, it's still time... let's go back to the north and take your second brother's corpse back."

"It's too late..."

Liu Bei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and it took a long time to open his eyes: "Yide... Our brothers have walked such a long way together, Yun Chang left first, and I must do something for him. I know that Gongsun Zhi is quite in line with your temperament and has many years of friendship. No matter who Yide helps in the future, Hui brother will finish it... Meng Huo, the southern barbarian, has sent troops to Lingguan Road."

"Brother, let the Southern Barbarians send troops?!" Zhang Fei's voice became louder. He hurried over and stood in front of his brother, "If you want to fly out of the battle, why should you let the barbarians from the south come!"

Liu Bei pursed his lips and looked at his angry eyes, with a serious and deep expression, "You can bring Western barbarians into our Han Dynasty, so how can you not hire the Southern barbarians to the north to Western Shu for your brother!"

"Brother, that's different-"

The 15 troops and horses in the hands of King Sun Zhi of Jin in the northern region, and half of the coalition forces of the Western tribes accounted for half. Zhang Fei returned from a four-year war with them. He knew more about this group of people than anyone else. They were barbarians who had already been marked with the Chinese language, and they could speak some Chinese language, learn Han etiquette and writing, and more importantly, they were surrendering and belonging to the power of King Jin, and could easily restrain them.

However, Meng Huo, the Southern Barbarian, hired him, and did not belong to Liu Bei's forces, and could not effectively restrain him. He would inevitably disturb the Han people on the border, and even robbery, traitor and lust.

"Yi De, don't worry, Brother Wei will not let Meng Huo and other southern barbarians go in chaos. If necessary, they will be in front of them and destroy the morale of Gongsun Zhi's troops. Okay, go back and think clearly first. If Yi De is in a dilemma on both sides, Yun Chang's hatred will be done by brother Wei."

Liu Bei said a weak tone, and looked at Zhang Fei who was shaking to the door and his voice rang out in difficulty.

"... Yide, if you defeat Gongsun Zhi, you will invite you to drink for your brother... If you are defeated, Yide must remember to lead the troops to the King of Jin. Don't implicate you because of my brother, and your younger brother, sister and nephew... If you miss me and Chang in the future, go to the grave to talk. Remember to pour two more cups, which is also considered a gathering."

The autumn sun shines through the house, reflecting the shadows of the two people stretching on the ground.

"Brother..." Zhang Fei turned around and knelt on the ground with a bang, crying.

"I will never do anything to sorry for my elder brother."

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In the south, the sun is west, and above the yellow and green foothills, an army from the south winds through the mountain path.

Soon after, they stationed.

You can hear the roar of hundreds of beasts and the sound of giant elephants crying. On a rock high nearby, a strong figure with a muscle was wearing rhinoceros skin and gold pearl armor, and two large iron hammers were hung around your waist. The mountain wind blew over, and the colorful feathers above your head were gently shaking and stroking in the wind. He faced the north and was looking at the plain.
Chapter completed!