Chapter 10 Sacrifice?

Hanjindu.

Without the drag of 100,000 people, he ran all the way unimpeded. Two days later, Liu Feng rushed to Hanjindu with more than 30 people including Liu Bei.

On the hillside of Zhuma, Liu Beiyuan looked at the endless ferry of the ship, and there was a rare smile on his tired face. It was a smile that escaped from the sky.

"It seems that the sky is endless, Liu Bei, but it's a pity that 100,000 innocent people were killed by Cao's thief in vain." While Liu Bei was happy, he did not forget to complain for the people who followed him.

"Those people can't be sacrificed in vain. Fortunately, they were taken with them at that time. If they hadn't blocked the pursuit, how could the lord have retreated safely?"

Liu Feng turned his head and found the person who said this in the crowd. It was his "uncle" Mi Zhu. The old face showed some pride, but in Liu Feng's view, this was quite inappropriate.

Liu Bei has always been benevolent and righteous. What does it mean for you, your brother-in-law, to say such a thing? Are you implying that I, Liu Bei, have planned for a long time and deliberately took those people as meat shields?

Sure enough, Liu Bei nodded slightly, and then suddenly reacted. The smile on his face suddenly stopped, and he immediately changed into a little displeasure.

Mi Zhu realized that he had said something wrong, and said angrily, "Cao thief destroyed people's surnames and slaughtered even innocent people. It's really abominable. It's a pity that the lord is weak, and he can't save those people with all his strength. Alas, it's a pity."

Although Liu Bei did not say a word, Liu Feng clearly saw the change in his expression and suddenly felt ** in his heart. It turned out that the truth was so terrible.

Previously, when he set out from Fancheng, Liu Bei could go south with light troops and quickly seize Jiangling, but when more and more civilians spontaneously followed with their families, Liu Bei had to slow down. In Liu Feng's view, whether Liu Bei's practice is sincere or as a last resort, he always follows his own name of benevolence and righteousness.

However, now it seems that Liu Bei still has the idea of using the 100,000 civilians as a meat shield to block Cao's army?

Thinking about this layer, Liu Feng's heart suddenly shuddered: It seems that the historical figures in the books I know are just superficial. No one can guess how dark the real inside story is.

"Let's go and meet Yunchang first."

Liu Bei waved his whip and led the crowd down the hillside to Hanjin, which was close at hand.

Liu Bei's arrival caused a wave of joy at the Hanjin wharf. After hearing the news of Changbanpo's defeat, these Liu Jiajun of the navy had been uneasy. There have been rumors in the army that Liu Bei, the master, died in the chaotic army. At this time, when they saw Liu Bei coming safe and sound, the rumors broke, and the wavering military heart was revived in an instant.

Following Liu Bei, he ran slowly on the trestle. At the end of the trestle, a tall and heroic figure gradually approached. A few steps away, Liu Feng could already feel the strong aura emitted by the man.

The man was nine feet tall and as big as a mountain. He stood among the soldiers around him, just like a mountain towering on the plain. His face was red, like a burning fire, a dark long mustard over his abdomen, Danfeng's eyes were half open and half closed, and he was not angry and arrogant. Even in front of Liu Bei, there was still a group of arrogance.

In his lower body, there seems to be a dazzling giant snake flowing like fire, like a dream. Recently, it was clear that the burning fire was just a huge red war horse. The slender and strong limbs of the war horse, the strip of muscles attached to it, were like steel cast, and the smooth skin was as bright as a blazing flame. In the wind of Xiao Xiaojiang, the red mane dancing with the wind is like a thousand fire snakes moving.

Beautiful man, red rabbit horse!

Even if you are the eldest son of the Liu family, nominally the master of the man in front of him, no matter when and wherever he meets Guan Yu, Liu Feng's heart will be intimulated by his strong sense of oppression that he is born and despises everything.

It is an indescribable uncomfortable feeling, as if every nerve has been invaded by the cold. Compared with it, the sense of oppression brought to them by Xu Chu is simply incomparable.

"Yunchang, you and my brother almost couldn't meet each other." After the disaster, the brothers reunited, and Liu Bei sighed with infinite emotion.

Guan Yu's jujube-red face was as calm as water, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Brother, don't worry too much. We haven't been defeated before. At worst, we'll make a comeback."

Liu Bei nodded and regained his energy: "Well, that's right, make a comeback."

Liu Bei, Guan Yu and other decision-makers went to the big tents built for Liu Bei early one after another, and the rest of the people entered the camp in Jinkou to rest.

Guan Yu's department rushed to Hanjindu two days ago and built a simple camp around the ferry. Zhuge Liang, who arrived early, went to Jiangxia first. After confirming that he could persuade Liu Qi to join hands to fight against Cao, the brigade went down to Jiangxia to meet again. Before that, all the members of the Liu family's army temporarily stayed in Hanjin, took a break, and took in the soldiers who had been defeated from Changbanpo one after another.

At dusk a day later, Liu Fengbai lay on his back on his back on the sheepskin blanket. The curtain rolled up, and the pale yellow sunset penetrated through the tent door, sprinkled on his face. There was a long-lost warmth and silence.

A small sound of footsteps came through my ears, and the warmth on my face disappeared, replaced by a faint fragrance that penetrated into my nose. Liu Feng, who was half awake, vaguely felt that something was approaching his body again.

After experiencing the battle of life and death in Changbanpo, Liu Feng has formed a martial artist's instinct. Even in his sleep, his body can still maintain a high degree of vigilance.

Suddenly, he woke up.

A figure blocked the light. When he opened his eyes for the first time, his eyes were chaotic, and he couldn't see the visitor's face clearly for a moment.

"What kind of person!"

He didn't have time to think too much. The tiger's palm suddenly grabbed the man's outstretched arm, jumped up, and pressed the man to the ground like lightning. In the sharp scream, Liu Feng had already rode on the man and grabbed the other party's neck with one hand.

When his eyes finally became clear, Liu Feng found that it was only a woman who was pressed to the ground by him. He was shocked all over. Only then did he realize that he overreacted and quickly let go of his hand and helped the woman up.

After a closer look, Liu Feng recognized who she was, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Her long black hair poured down like a waterfall, hanging down her slender waist, and her delicate skin was as crystal clear as ice, as if it were made of frost and snow.

At this time, she was still in shock. Her flushed face looked at Liu Feng with resentment. Sakura's mouth gasped hurriedly, a pair of slender hands gently held the snow-white neck, and her towering chest fluctuated with violent breathing.