Fuxi Mountain is a beautiful place, integrating the three landforms of quartzite, karst, and loess hills, and the scenery of the north and south of the Yangtze River in one area. Later, as people discovered it, it formed a "sky gathers clouds, and the ground
The eight ancient famous scenic spots are "melted stone flowers, beautiful peaks, ponds and springs, strange-shaped stone orifices, strangely colored forests, starry temples, and elegant scenic spots." It is known as the "Little Guilin" of Gong County.
It’s just that it’s now October, and there are actually some withered colors on the mountains. Although it makes people walking among them feel desolate and tragic, it is the best for the “savages” hiding among them.
protective color.
"Master Zhang Da still failed, and I didn't expect that so many things happened during the time we hid in the mountains." The middle-aged man, nicknamed the Fourth Uncle, sat on a big rock under the tree with some melancholy.
Let the few leaves above his head hit his body like a prisoner. His limbs felt no pain, but his heart felt sad.
They got all the information about the Yellow Turban Army from the three soldiers they attacked on patrol today. Although the soldiers didn't know much, there were people like Zhang Jiao who would open a museum to kill corpses even if they died.
Naturally, his death should be well publicized. Firstly, it would make the court look good, and secondly, it could serve as a warning to others with ulterior motives.
Of course, you will know the effect just by looking at the big men who are currently at war. So, if the people are not afraid of death, how can they be afraid of death?
These were a group of savages who had been fighting with Henan Yin's recovery troops for three full years in the mountains. Although they looked extremely miserable, no one dared to underestimate the fighting power of this group of people. Because three years later, Zhang Jiao died of illness, and Zhang Jiao died of illness.
Bao and Zhang
Liang died in battle, and the Xianling Qiang's anti-Han action was suppressed again... However, not only were they not killed by Henan Yin's troops, they still maintained their savage disguises and survived tenaciously. Yes, they had been killed.
Xiaoqiang is possessed by his soul.
"How could we be possessed by such a bad thing, an evil spirit? It must be an evil spirit!" This is the cry of the middle-aged savage.
"I'm telling you, Fourth Uncle, aren't you so excited that you go crazy? This is a disease that needs to be treated~"
"It's not Uncle Four, it's Dashu..." Probably because he knew that he was being bypassed again, the middle-aged man was completely stunned.
"Brother Su, what do you think we should do next? The divine envoy was killed by the government. Leader Zhang has also disappeared long ago, and the rest may not be able to do anything. After such a long time, I don't know what happened to my family.
How are the brothers and sisters?"
Looking at the cold corpses of the officers and soldiers that had lost any sign of life, a savage looked at the man with a worried look on his face. A moment ago, he was squatting on the side and counting ants growing mushrooms. Now it was as if nothing had happened.
The middle-aged man asked.
Yes, this group of savage troops, who can be called immortal Xiao Qiang, are also a group of remnants of the Yellow Turban Army that could not be wiped out.
However, unlike other Yellow Turban troops that were or were not wiped out, the experience of this group of people was obviously more miserable. Perhaps the only ones who could compare with them were the hundreds of thousands of people who were burned alive under Changshe City.
Well. But obviously the suffering they suffered will last much longer, because they have been savages in this mountain forest for three full years.
The divine envoy they spoke of was Ma Yuanyi, Zhang Jiao's disciple who was second only to Zhang Jiao's three brothers in the Taiping Sect and was said to be the most likely to succeed Zhang Jiao's mantle. And they followed Ma Yuanyi to Luoyang to carry out Zhang Jiao's central flowering mission.
The strategic Southern Yellow Turban Army was the elite of the elite. It was the troops prepared by Ma Yuanyi to fight against the most elite Northern Army of the Han Dynasty.
However, these nearly a thousand people were not brought to Luoyang City by Ma Yuanyi. Instead, they hid in Mang Mountain on the south bank of the Yellow River in the north of Luoyang. Mang Mountain is the remnant of the Qinling Mountains and a branch of the Wei Mountain. It is not high in altitude and is only three meters high.
More than 100 meters, but it was an important barrier in the north of Luoyang. But at that time, as the leader of the Han Dynasty
Luoyang, the capital city, is obviously not worried that an army will attack Luoyang City, so there is no defensive force near Mang Mountain except for the residences of some powerful and wealthy families who use this place as a summer resort near Luoyang, so these people can feel at ease
Lurking there, waiting for Ma Yuanyi's signal so that he could respond from a distance outside the city.
It was just that he never thought that Ma Yuanyi's operation would end in failure because of the spies planted in the Yellow Turban Army. The group of Rangers who were still kept in the dark at the time were still patiently waiting for the command signal to attack in Mang Mountain.
But before they could wait for the next signal, the Han's punitive force arrived at Mang Mountain first.
It turned out that from the interrogation of Ma Yuanyi's men, the Han Dynasty learned about such a force that made them unable to sleep peacefully. How could they allow others to snore on the side of the bed? The administrative machine of the Han Dynasty naturally played an extremely efficient role, so before they could
When they reacted, this group of elite troops suddenly found that they were surrounded by the Northern Han Army.
It's not that they didn't have a chance to break out. But their first reaction made them worthy of Ma Yuanyi's trusted elite troops. They did not choose to run as far as they could, but looked for opportunities to prepare to rescue Ma Yuanyi in Luoyang, or at least to save Ma Yuanyi's life.
Bringing the body back. This thought caused them to lose the chance to break out. However, they did not regret this result.
Escape is something this unit has become accustomed to over the past three years.
Because of their erroneous decision-making, they failed to break out before the enemy's encirclement had gathered. Instead, they rushed headlong into the place where the enemy's troops were strongest. The result was, of course, one can imagine.
One day later, there were only less than 400 troops left out of the nearly 1,000 troops. As a result, everyone realized that if this continued, not only would they not be able to avenge their god, Ma Yuanyi, but the entire army would be destroyed.
Danger of annihilation.
However, how should they break out in the face of the heavily surrounded enemies? After breaking through, facing the larger number of garrison troops in the core area ruled by the Han Dynasty, where should they escape to find a chance of survival?
This is a problem that makes everyone feel hopeless.
Perhaps at that time, many of them would be envious of Pao Ze, who had already died in battle, because they had already killed for justice and no longer had to be afraid to think twice about it, nor did they need to bear the humiliation, just to find a way to achieve a goal that had no hope at all.
They do not lack courage, nor do they lack the strength to support this courage. They do not even lack the faith to ensure the source of courage. The only thing they lack now is the fuel to support the continuous burning of their inner courage, and a hope that can see the future.
When the sea is flowing, a hero shows his true colors. When everyone is about to despair, one person stands up and pulls out.
Su Fan, a very ordinary-looking man, so ordinary that you would be hard-pressed to find him if you were thrown into a crowd. He did not seem to stand out in the Yellow Turban Army, but whenever the Yellow Turban Army held selection
Sometimes, you can always see his name mixed in with the names of many promoted candidates in the list of promoted candidates.
Among them. In fact, his martial arts is not outstanding. In other words, if singled out, the elites of the Yellow Turban Army can completely defeat him. There are also many losers who can reach this standard. Perhaps his only
The advantage is that he is agile enough and his brain's reaction speed may be a little faster than his body.
This man is actually a very unlucky guy. He lost all his relatives when he was young. According to him, when he was a child, he had to live with a corpse in order to find a place to live.
Together.
How could a child endure a rotting corpse? Think about those pictures of a girl who committed suicide twenty days later. Sorry, the author sitting in front of the computer needs to go to the toilet. I really admire those forensic doctors.
Well, the author is back. The story of a certain unlucky Su Fan continues.
Su Fan can really be regarded as the invincible Xiaoqiang (A certain fourth uncle: I have already said that I am not possessed by the soul of Xiaoqiang God, and also, it is not the fourth uncle, but Star○☆@￥), a little fart who has lost all his relatives.
The child was able to survive and grow up in the mountains and forests. This ability is probably not much worse than that of Tarzan. It is a pity that someone was unlucky and did not meet any beautiful women in distress.
But then again, such a guy is so poor in martial arts, how did he survive?
The answer is simple. Although I don't know if this guy's escape skills can match Liu Da'er's, but at least it is more than enough to evade the pursuing officers and soldiers behind him. Even during this chase and escape, Su Fan was able to
With some remaining strength, he commanded the remaining troops to use the terrain and the advantage of first move to carry out several limited counterattacks, which finally prevented the pursuers from approaching too closely.
In this way, without knowing it, Su Fan, who was last in martial arts, became the leader of the hundreds of remaining Yellow Turban Army troops.
"Uncle Four, according to those official dogs, Xingyang should be very empty. Do you think we are..."
"It's not the Fourth Uncle, it's Si X Shu. No matter how empty Xingyang is, it's difficult for those of us who lack weapons and are weak to attack it. Moreover, there is Hulao Pass in the west of Xingyang, the Chasm in the east, and the Yellow River in the north.
It’s hard to escape.”
Su Fan habitually retorted to the young man who was doing the chop in front of him, and Su Fan fell into deep thought.
The young man in front of him is the son of the woman he loves. That woman doesn't look pretty now, but to him who has just walked out of the depths of the mountain, the woman is gentle enough to bandage his wounds and give him hot bitter herbs.
Some plump women in Congee are the most beautiful women in the world. He is obsessed with her and everything about her, including of course the son she gave birth to with her husband.
It was a family that believed in Taiping Dao, so he received such care. He had always thought so. So when the special envoy of Taiping Dao came to the small mountain village to call on everyone to join the Yellow Turban Army, an armed group formed by Taiping Dao.
, he signed up.
For the Tao of Peace he believed in, and for the woman who asked him to take care of her naughty son.
Even for the sake of the lovely young man whom he regarded as his son, he had to take these people out of danger. Su Fan had sworn so and worked so hard, and he has never wavered until now.
"Although there are some difficulties, since we have overcome so many major difficulties in three years, this little trouble is nothing. Now, let us make a big fuss and let the stupid emperor in Luoyang wet his pants.
"
"Oh~ As expected of the fourth uncle..."
"It's not Uncle Four, it's X Dashu!"
So, under the nose of the big man, a group of people who were just a bunch of annoying flies in the eyes of the ruling group of the big man roared passionately.
