When Fei was hiding in Jingzhou before, he thought that since everyone already had a mask, why not add a mask?
If there was a mask, Xiahou Dun in the Three Kingdoms would not be one-eyed...
Of course, it is difficult to create a fine mask with a nose and a mouth that fits the curves of the face, but it can be roughly made into an arc to create some holes for seeing and breathing while it is hot, isn't it just like armor?
Is it equally difficult to drill a hole in a piece of iron for weaving?
Of course, the flat curved visor doesn’t look very intimidating, but it can be painted on!
Using white and red to draw a pattern of green-faced fangs on a black mask, Fei Qian originally thought it was a very simple matter, but Fei Qian did not expect that people in the Han Dynasty had really poor imagination...
Craftsman Huang Dou, who followed Fei Qian to the Beiqu camp, held it in for two days, and finally handed it over to Fei Qian. The final pattern he created was to draw two red dots on the eye sockets and a red line on the mouth, that's all.
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Is this a painting of Pleasant Goat or the robot Watt?
Fei Qian almost choked to death on his own saliva...
Well, it’s understandable, after all, no one in the Han Dynasty had ever seen a horror movie.
Later, it was Fei Qian who took it upon himself to draw a more realistic ghost-like mask——
White base, no eyebrows, blood-red corners of the eyes and red wrinkles between the eyebrows divide the white forehead into three pieces. The eyes are originally iron-black, and the range of the eye sockets is expanded, and then a circle of white is dotted in the middle to make it look...
Like the huge eyeballs protruding from the middle of the sunken eye sockets, the outline of staggered fangs occupies the entire lower half of the mask, and after wearing it, the white air comes out due to the cold weather and breathing...
Of course, judging by Fei Qian's own standards, it still doesn't feel scary enough, but based on the current look, the effect seems pretty good.
Although the streets have been cleaned, there is still a lot of mud.
Ergouzi trembled, howled, and rushed over step by step. The soles of his feet stepped on the dirt-covered street, causing circles of yellow dust to rise. He raised the sharp blade above his head and pointed towards Huang Cheng.
His neck was slashed with a knife.
Huang Cheng stood steadily, as if the person rushing in front of him didn't exist at all. His whole body was motionless, only his fingers were tapping lightly on the handle of the long Modao, as if he was calculating Ergouzi.
The pace and distance...
Ergouzi took another step, and the dust under his feet billowed up...
I only heard the sound of "Woo Weng...", and a bright light shone between the sky and the earth, and then I saw a blood line drawn on Ergouzi's waist. In an instant, it was like a water source that was about to be blocked, "Pfft"
There was an explosion and sprayed out, and it was cut into two pieces at the waist!
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if all the sounds had been silenced by the knife...
"ah……"
Ergouzi howled in pain on the ground, trying to catch back the intestines that had leaked out, as if doing so would help him live for a moment longer. However, it was obvious that all the efforts were in vain. Half of Ergouzi's body was twisting on the ground.
Living and twitching, like a dehydrated fish on the verge of death, making its last struggle...
"Ghost... ghost..."
I don't know if it was a coincidence or an illusion that appeared in his head before he died. Before Ergouzi took his last breath, he suddenly shouted this one last time and died immediately.
There was a sudden commotion in the Baibo Army. They had seen dead people, had their hands cut off, their feet cut off, and their stomachs disemboweled. However, they rarely could be cut into two sections with a single knife like this.
Saw it!
This is obviously a power that only ghosts and gods can have!
Even if he is a human, he still has the power of ghosts and gods!
The Baibo soldiers turned pale with fright. Many of them subconsciously touched their bellies and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that they were not broken into two parts.
Ghosts!
That would be just like General Tiangong and the others, this... this...
How could a mortal like me be able to defeat him?
Many Baibo soldiers retreated in fear and leaned together with other soldiers. Feeling the body temperature of others, they barely suppressed the chill rising in their hearts.
Fei lurked behind the formation and watched, shook his head, and then ordered: "Light up the smoke." This White Wave army has been defeated. It has lost its spirit and courage. It has been running for a whole day, and its energy has been exhausted.
It’s 788, and all that’s left is to see how long it can last...
An army that relies on the belief in ghosts and gods to trigger fanaticism in its soldiers is very scary, but once it loses its belief, this kind of army will quickly fall to the bottom, and the original courage that is not afraid of death will be gone.
The Yellow Turbans raised their troops, relying on the sermons of General Tiangong. Under self-hypnosis, many fanatical believers were able to burst out with power that ordinary people could not reach. They believed that they were invulnerable and charged into battle without fear of life and death. However, these so-called Yellow Turban warriors were also
After General Tiangong was beheaded, he lost the support of his faith and completely turned into an ordinary knife-wielding gangster.
"These are people! They must be people!" Hu Cai muttered, then suddenly pulled his neck and shouted, "Don't be afraid! There are only a few of them! Come together! Come together! Don't retreat, anyone who retreats will be killed!"
Hu Cai didn't realize that his voice had changed a bit at the end, like a rooster whose throat was half choked. He could only make a sharp cry, but it was not as strong and powerful as before...
"Go forward! Go forward!" The guards around Hu Cai raised their knives one after another, driving the soldiers to crowd forward, and also hacked to death two or three soldiers who were cowering behind and unwilling to move forward. This was considered a driving force.
The pace of the soldiers.
Huang Cheng smiled disdainfully behind his mask. If a horse were to charge at him, he might not be able to resist it, but with stragglers surging up like this, even though he was not very well-trained in this formation, he could still deal with these small soldiers.
,hehe……
The Baibo army moved slowly and slowly. When they reached a certain distance, they looked at each other, suddenly let out a shout, and rushed over with all their strength!
Huang Cheng shouted: "Get up!"
The soldiers of the black armored formation followed Huang Cheng and placed the handle of the Mo Dao on their waists...
"Spin!"
At the command, the Mo Dao with a blade of more than three feet long rotated parallel to the ground at the waist of the black armored soldier. The blade with a blade of more than three feet and a small part of the handle was a distance away from the body of the black armored soldier led by Huang Cheng.
A distance of more than a meter began to shine with a cold light, like blooming flowers of death...
Guan Yu came back, picked up Hua Xiong's head and threw it on the ground...
Cao Cao said: "I know that the second master likes to drink hot wine. Why are you so anxious today? I'll pour another cup and let's drink it together. Hua Xiong, a dirty guy, doesn't know the taste, so he just drove away from a distance. Why bother to kill him?"
