Xiang Ji was a little confused when he saw all the soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads and ugly faces around them.
Haven't I been besieged before because of the turf war? Where did these old farmers with disheveled faces and wooden sticks come from?
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Without thinking much, the sound of huge war drums was heard from all around, followed by loud killing cries.
Seeing that all the old yellow scarf farmers around him looked frightened, Xiang Ji understood immediately.
Damn, are you here to besiege these old yellow turban farmers? I am also one of these old yellow turban farmers?
There is no need to say, if you want me to die, then I will definitely let you die first.
Xiang Ji, who has been involved in society since childhood, has never believed in benevolence, justice and morality.
He only knows that when friends come, they will have food and wine, and when enemies come, they will have machetes. If you don’t accept it, you will be convinced.
This is Xiang Ji's code of conduct.
Xiang Ji padded the heavy sword in his hand and smiled.
Fortunately, many people don't have a broken stick like them.
"Hurry! Hurry! The officers and soldiers are rushing forward. Everyone from the third team is rushing forward!"
With a mustache shouting loudly, the Yellow Turban Army beside Xiang Ji began to move numbly towards the enemy.
Under the coercion of many old yellow turban farmers around him, Xiang Ji had no choice but to follow the army and start the charge.
What a fucking mustache, why don’t you just rush in? Let me rush in?
Very dissatisfied with Xiang Ji, the commander of Mustache.
However, no matter how the military formation moved, he could not mount any resistance with his own strength.
Looking at the oncoming officers and soldiers, Xiang Ji put aside all the messy thoughts in his heart.
What are you thinking about now? It doesn’t matter why he came here, who is next to him, or who is opposite him.
I know now that if the officers and soldiers on the opposite side are not dead, I will be the one who will die!
With a swing of his sword, Xiang Ji, who had arrived at the front of the battle formation, cut down the opposing army.
Too weak, too damn weak, what kind of infertile army is this?
Feeling that the enemy's official army was not as powerful as he imagined, Xiang Ji suddenly felt courageous.
Every time he swung his sword, a piece of the enemy's flesh and blood would be taken away. Every time he slashed, an officer would fall under Xiang Yu's sword.
However, a battle involving ten thousand people cannot be controlled by the bravery of one person.
At the very least, with Xiang Ji's current martial prowess, he is absolutely uncontrollable.
As the officers and soldiers continued to charge, the Yellow Turban Army gradually lost its enemy, and its defeat appeared.
"Who is the young sword-wielding general in the battle formation? Have any of the generals heard of him?"
A middle-aged general with a resolute face discovered Xiang Ji fighting in the military formation, and became very interested in this ruthless young general.
Unexpectedly, among the Yellow Turban Army, which has now been completely defeated, there is still such a brave person?
After a while, he saw the generals around him shaking their heads. The middle-aged general knew that no one recognized this young general.
Smile lightly.
"Xuande, can you help me capture this person?"
After hearing what the middle-aged general said, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande were about to take the order.
"Wow! Why would such a little thief bother my brother? Just look at a certain spear and take this little thief's life."
A big black-faced man with a leopard head and ringed eyes was talking as he clapped his horse and charged towards Xiang Yu in the battlefield.
"Yide is still so reckless, which makes General Huangfu laugh."
Seeing that his sworn brother Zhang Fei acted without orders, Liu Bei quickly apologized to General Huangfu beside him.
"Hehehe, General Zhang Fei's bravery has been seen before. Since he wants to go somewhere else, just let him go."
Regarding the martial arts of Liu Bei's three brothers, Huangfu Song was absolutely assured. To deal with such a yellow scarf young general, if Zhang Fei took action, his head would be sacrificed soon.
As for recruiting people to surrender? You're kidding. Huangfu Song was a general of the Eastern Han Dynasty. He was ordered to put down the rebellion. To deal with these Yellow Turban rebels, there was only one word: kill!
After the three Zhang Jiao brothers were defeated one after another, this was the last Yellow Turban army still stubbornly resisting.
Thinking about it, after destroying them, we can return to the imperial court.
Huangfusong, who was eager to return home, was not in the mood to play tactics with these yellow turban thieves or try to persuade them to surrender. The more serious thing was to kill them quickly and go back to collect the rewards.
Xiang Ji was fighting fiercely with the officers and soldiers on the battlefield, but suddenly he noticed that the officers and soldiers around him gradually began to retreat.
"Hahaha, you Zhanwu scumbags, are you afraid of your Uncle Xiang?"
Seeing the army retreating, Xiang Ji became more courageous.
These hot chicks are not as good as those thugs we encounter in society. How long have they been fighting for? How soft are they?
But Xiang Ji didn't know that the officers and soldiers retreated not because they were afraid of Xiang Ji, but because the Yan people Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide had already captured him.
"Hey! Arrogant kid, take a spear from your Grandpa Zhang!"
Still complacent, suddenly a loud shout came, the sound was so loud that Xiang Ji almost fainted.
Before Xiang Ji could react, Lai Jiang had already thrust out his spear.
So fast!
Seeing the incoming spear, Xiang Ji's instinctive reaction was to dodge, but as soon as he turned his body halfway, the spear penetrated his left shoulder.
"Trash! Thanks to you, Grandpa Zhang, I thought I would be able to meet an opponent, but it turns out that I am also vulnerable!"
Seeing that the Yellow Turban general was seriously injured in one blow, Zhang Fei was not excited at all, but was filled with disappointment.
Damn it! This black-faced man is so strong, I can’t even dodge?
Am I going to die again? No, I am not willing to do so!
Just when Xiang Ji was about to fall into despair, a violent force suddenly came from his mind and then spread throughout his body.
Feeling this violent and unparalleled power, Xiang Ji was stunned.
What is going on? Why do I suddenly have such huge power in my body?
Before he could think about it, Xiang Ji's head suddenly hurt, and a wave of memories that did not belong to him emerged crazily.
Overlord of Western Chu? Xiang Yu? I am Xiang Yu? I am Xiang Ji? Who am I?
Xiang Ji was confused, completely confused.
When he saw the Yellow Turban Army fighting against the official army around him, he already vaguely knew that he had traveled through time. If the era he traveled through was not bad, it was probably the Yellow Turban Rebellion of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty.
And it's obvious that he is a Yellow Turban.
But a memory belonging to Xiang Yu suddenly came, making Xiang Ji confused.
Xiang Ji is confused, but Zhang Fei is not confused.
Seeing that the yellow turban boy in front had lost his will to fight, I felt even more disappointed.
"Trash, let your Grandpa Zhang send you on your way!"
After saying that, Zhang Fei slapped his horse and charged towards Xiang Ji who was in a daze.
Hearing the exclamations of the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, the confused Xiang Ji suddenly came to his senses.
Seeing Zhang Fei coming to kill him, Xiang Ji's snake spear, eight feet long, was heading straight for his eyebrows. He had no time to react, so Xiang Ji instinctively raised his sword to block it.
"Dang!"
I originally thought that I could only delay Zhang Fei's offensive, but I never thought that this fierce blow would be knocked away directly.