Chapter 13 The intestines are blue

He Chen directly ignored Yuan Shao's eyes and was very happy. A thousand war horses are estimated to be available. Haha, I just learned from Liu Bei to borrow Jingzhou, and I borrowed it or not. If you, Yuan Shao, want to calculate the general, you must have the awareness of being cut. As for the military order, He Chen doesn't care at all. I have so many general skills now, and there are Huang Zhong and other masters. If this can't kill Hua Xiong, it's a fool. Ten thousand steps back, even if I really slip away for Hua Xiong, I'm thick-skinned, at most a little bit of prestige, and then a little soft to run away. If you, Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu have the ability, you will lead the troops to fight against Nanyang. I'm worried about what excuse to use to start a dispute.

"Pen and ink to serve." He Chen shouted loudly and said majesticly.

Soon, a bodyguard presented the four treasures of the study.

He Chen picked up the brush in an extremely unrestrained way, and then skillfully stained with ink. The dragon and snake flew to write down the numbers on the case. Then he threw a heroic pen and hugged his fist and said, "In this way, I will leave first and go back to prepare. When will the alliance leader's horse arrive and when will he lead the army to fight? After saying that, he turned around and strode away.

After the princes looked at He Chen's tall and burly back and gradually left, the sound of scolding, disdainful and scolding sounded everywhere.

"Hahaha, what else does He Chen have to do? Such a document is like an ant sweeping the floor and a mouse crossing the street, and he dares to take it out to show his ugliness. It's really funny."

A prince wrote a military order and saw a string of words "If a thousand war horses arrive, they will lead the troops to kill Hua Xiong." He Chen, the governor of Nanyang. This word is indescribable and almost difficult to distinguish.

"Hahaha, rude people dare to show off Wen Mo."

"This word is a spectacle in the world. Even a three-year-old child can't write it."

"Hahaha..."

The princes suddenly found the noise, and all kinds of things came.

Early in the morning of the second day, Yuan Shao sent someone to send a thousand horses. Most of these horses are old, weak and thin, and there are not many really strong and handsome. Xiao was so, and He Chen was also very satisfied. Since Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, he has plundered everywhere unscrupulously, and a large number of people have been lost, resulting in a blockage of materials. However, Hebei is far away, and the soldiers are in chaos. Even if he takes out a powerful silver bullet offensive, it is extremely difficult to get a large number of horses. In this case, the horse blackmailed by Yuan Shao here is simply sending carbon in the snow. Even if these horses can't go to the front line for a while, He Chen can take them back to Wancheng as training horses and so on.

Yesterday, Hua Xiong led the army to abuse under the gate for a whole day. No one dared to fight anymore. Hua Xiong's side was so arrogant and morale was bursting. Early this morning, he went out of the customs again.

Yuan Shao has sent people to destroy the horse three times in a row. He Chen only picked up a thousand soldiers and rode half of the horses. He deliberately dressed them up with incomplete armor, incomplete weapons, and disrupted the queue. The formation was chaotic, so he slowly left the camp.

After two hours of hard work, He Chenjun left the joint camp and rushed to the front line.

I heard that He Chen's army finally went out to kill the tiger prison pass, and Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu and other princes went out of the camp with ghosts.

At this look, it made them laugh and cry.

The princes are greatly despised in their hearts. It is funny in the world that such soldiers dare to call them elites. Isn't it obvious that they are going to die? Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu were even more secretly happy in their hearts. The former was full of anger. It is expected that He Chenjun's current state of momentum must not be Hua Xiong's enemy. If he died in front of the battle, it would be better. If he was lucky enough to escape first, he would take the crime and recover a thousand war horses. The latter's ambition was even more inflated. If a soldier like Wanchengdu, he would do it. In the meantime, changing hands in the city is not a matter of minutes. The man even wondered whether to send someone to send a letter to Qiao Yu and Zhang Xun immediately, so that they would immediately start to attack Wancheng.

But there are still many wise people, including Cao Wei, Han Fu, etc., who saw that this was deliberately made by He Chen to confuse the enemy, and he was secretly surprised in his heart.

It is said that He Chen led the troops to the lockdown, Huang Zhong, Xu Huang, Zhang Liao, Huang Diewu and other generals lined up, and then the soldiers stood at the corner of the battle, and there was a coalition of princes a mile away.

The cannons sounded in unison, and the golden drums were three links.

Under the lockdown, there was a five hundred enemy generals rushing out, the iron horses were rolling, and the banners were fluttering. After an arrow, the cavalry stopped, with the same movements, quiet as a virgin, and obviously well-trained. The leader shouted, "I am the general Hua Xiong, which prince are you?" Hua Xiong looked like a martial artist, with a face full of flesh, dense beards, a leopard's head and eyes, and a large armor.

"This is Nanyang He Taishou. Today, when I see my military power, I will disench my horse and surrender quickly." A soldier immediately shouted for him.

"Hahaha, is it possible that the eighteen princes have no soldiers to use?" Seeing that the soldiers in Wancheng were loose and procrastinating, Hua Xiong couldn't help but look down and sneered loudly.

"Do not be arrogant. Next year's present is your taboo."

"I don't show the benefits of words. I have heard for a long time that He Chen is a tiger general in the world. How dare you fight before the battle?" Hua Xiong shouted angrily.

He Chen ignored Hua Xiong's provocation and turned to Huang Zhonglang and smiled, "Han Sheng, after the war, you must be famous all over the world. From then on, who still underestimates me as a strong general in Nanyang."

Huang Zhong did not look at the domineering Hua Xiong, but said respectfully to He Chen, "This mediocre villain is not enough to talk about. Now I will take this man's head and present it to the lord."

"Today, Han Sheng is out to fight. I personally cheer for you. Be sure to fight quickly, so that those villains behind the scenes can eat yellow. I can't say anything about the hardships." He Chen said with a big laugh later.

"Thank you, Lord." Huang Zhong said excitedly. After saying this, he urged the horse and said harshly, "Hua Xiong, if you want to fight my lord, you are not qualified yet. Huangkou children don't want to sit in the well and watch the sky. Today, Huang Zhong will let you know what it is. There is a person outside the sky.

Hua Xiong laughed angrily and said, "The unknown people also dare to count me for killing me."

Huang Zhongchang smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Let's see the real chapter under your hands."

Hua Xiong snorted coldly, stretched out his red tongue and licked his dry lips. He smiled ferociously and said, "You are in such a hurry to die, and I will do it for you."

The two stopped the quarrel at the same time, ran wildly, and the distance was very close.

On the day of February in the tiger prison, although the sun was high, the cold wind was still piercing. He Chen saw that the two immediately met each other. He did not hesitate to take off his armor, revealing his strong muscles, took the drum from the hands of the soldiers, and beat the drum in person to boost morale.

"Dong, Dong, Dong..." The passionate and rhythmic golden drum sounded. All the soldiers who saw He Chen naked were inexplicably mobilized. After listening to such exciting drums, their blood was surging, the joy was thunderous, and the cheering sounded all over the tiger's prison.

Huang Zhong's pear flower rolling cloud knife in his hand. The knife is one foot two long and weighs thirty-six catties. It is said that it is smelted by fine iron. It has been folded and beaten by a thousand times by the disciples of Ou Yezi, a generation of casting masters. All kinds of stoves have been quenched, and finally formed a famous instrument. After this knife comes out of the furnace, it cuts iron like mud, and kills people without blood. It is a first-class knife in the world.

And the weapon in Hua Xiong's hand is also extraordinary. The horse is a heavy weapon. The handle is nearly four meters long, which is wrapped in iron and weighs about 20 catties. The two ends of the hand are similar to daggers, which can be cut and cut. Generally, the arm strength of people who can use this weapon is very good.

Hua Xiong held the thorn in both hands and stabbed quickly.

Huang Zhong held a knife in one hand and swept away.

"When" a deafening sound of weapon handover resounded through the world, and then Mars shot everywhere.

Hua Xiong only felt a numbness in his arm, and Changqi almost flew away, which was extremely shocked. He immediately withdrew his contempt for pride, corrected his attitude, and no longer dared to underestimate Huang Zhong. The horse turned back, carried all his strength, and stabbed straightly again, as fast as lightning, and went like thunder.

Huang Zhong tried to find that the other party's arm was not as strong as himself. How could he have scruples? The rolling cloud knife turned into a big opening and closing, sweeping horizontally, forcing Hua Xiong to fight hard.

"Dang" made another loud noise, and Hua Xiong Ma was opened again, and the middle door was opened. Huang Zhong, who is domineering and fierce, and good at grasping the fighter, could not miss such a good opportunity. After breaking through the defense with one knife, he immediately followed the killing moves like the waves of the sea, endlessly, and did not give Hua Xiong a chance to breathe and adjust at all. For a while, the cloud knife was like a rainstorm and pear blossoms, and the sky was full of silver shining knife curtains, surrounding Hua Xiong in layers of shadows, and it was like the frost in June. The light was whiter than snow, and the knife was flying vigorously.

Hua Xiong has been on the battlefield for a long time and killed countless people in front of the battle. It can be said that he is experienced and old. He has already practiced his courage. Knowing that his arm strength is slightly defeated, he still defends the middle door, draws the machine to fight back, and fights against Huang Zhong without falling behind.

The two fought against each other. You came and went. It was not wonderful. The soldiers who supported the battle were thrilled. From time to time, they burst into applause, which tickled the hearts of the princes a mile away.

"Report, He Chen has a general, and now he is inseparable from Hua Xiong."

"What's the name of this? It's hard to be separated from Hua Xiong?" When the princes got the news, they were all shocked.

"It's Nanyang Huang Zhong, and now any morning song length."

It would be fine if He Chen went to the battle in person. After all, this person is famous and brave. However, the unknown person under his command can still be comparable to Hua Xiong, who is afraid of the whole princes. What is He Chen's ability to help such a tiger general? The princes were at a loss. Yuan Shu was better. He just scolded Hua Xiong for his name, but Yuan Shao was depressed. No wonder He Chen dared to set up an army order. He thought that this man had a way to deal with it.

"Dang Dong Dong..." The sound of war drums in the distance is getting more and more intense, and the frequency is getting faster and faster. The sound of drums is like a big knife in Huang Zhong's hand. One move is better than one move, and one move is faster than one move.

Hua Xiong has attacked and defended each other from the beginning, but now he has gradually fallen behind, and then has become only defending without attacking. It's not that he doesn't want to attack, but he is suppressed by Huang Zhong. He can't attack even if he wants to. Dou Da's sweat kept coming out of his forehead. I don't know whether it was because of the use of force or the cold sweat of being scared by the knife.

In contrast, Huang Zhong, the more brave he fought, the more fierce the swordsmanship became, and there was no trace, like an antelope hanging horns, showing the demeanor of a master.