Chapter 50

The Last Yellow Turban (Sixth)

Since ancient times, soldiers have been consumables on the battlefield, no matter which dynasty...

With meager military pay and short-term training, the princes from all over the country enlisted male soldiers in their own realms into the army like a tyrant. After training for a very short period of time, they sent them to the battlefield, which made the death rate of soldiers remained high.

Perhaps some people use [soldiers are the courage of generals, and generals are the soul of soldiers] to prove the importance of soldiers, but most of the time, the role that ordinary soldiers can play is just icing on the cake, rather than giving timely help. How can those soldiers from hunters and farmers play a role in turning the tide after a short period of training?

Those who can truly turn the situation around and decide the direction of victory or defeat are the generals.

The reason why soldiers are called sacrifices on the battlefield is that their own strength is too weak, and the tense and depressed atmosphere on the battlefield will bring incredible panic to the soldiers, which makes most soldiers subconsciously look at their fronts and ignore the threats from around them, which is particularly obvious in chaos.

If the initial array charge is about the amount of training on weekdays, then when the two soldiers are in a melee, you have me and I have you, the simple moves of holding guns and stabbing on weekdays can no longer play a decisive role, and what we rely on at this time is experience.

Soldiers who were killed three times but did not die are called old soldiers; those who killed more than ten enemies are called elite soldiers, but inexperienced new soldiers often cannot survive such a dangerous battlefield. The most important point is that they do not understand what [qi] is.

Ah, it's [qi]!

[Qi] was originally derived from Taoist academics, and then gradually became known to the world. The emergence of [Qi] made the most obvious difference between generals and soldiers, making it possible for generals to break through with blood even if they were trapped in heavy siege. Even if they were killed hundreds of people, it was no longer just a myth.

However, the appearance of [qi] also made the soldiers' lethality to the generals even more insignificant, especially the generals of the 10,000 enemy level. In front of them, the lives of soldiers were as fragile as sand and stones, and they were broken. However, even so, they had never seen a general with tens of thousands of enemies killing tens of thousands of people with one person. This was the deed of more than 100,000 enemy troops.

To be fair, that is not called courage, but death!

Yes, although they have the title of enemy of ten thousand people, it does not mean that those well-known generals in the world can fight against ten thousand. After all, they are still human beings after all. Whether they are physical or energy, they will be exhausted. However, outside the black plum forest 110 miles east of Wuchao on July 21, the third year of Chuping, there was a man who committed suicide alone into the army of 100,000 alone...

One battle with one hundred thousand...

This person is called Chen Mo!

He was an old Yellow Turban soldier in the Jiazi year and witnessed the process of the Yellow Turban from prosperity to decline.

It's ridiculous to say that Zhou Cang, Pei Yuanshao, Zhang Yan and others ran away one after another. When Zhang Susu decided to abandon the name [Yellow Turban], and even Zhang Baiqi secretly planned to switch to the Baibo Yellow Turban, it was Chen Mo, a man who didn't value the Yellow Turban, who led the Black Wolf Cavalry to guard the Yellow Turban Army of Yingchuan and the Yellow Turban Army in the North of Hebei.

If Bo Cai's death represents the decline of the Yellow Turban, then if one day Chen suddenly died in battle or faded out of the world's vision, it means that the era of the Yellow Turban will end.

Even though Zhang Susu's Qingzhou soldiers were in the limelight in the future, it was no longer considered the glory of the Yellow Turbans.

It was not Zhang Susu, Zhang Baiqi, nor Zhang Ning, but Chen Mo!

Because he is...

The last Yellow Turban!

"Shit..."

Accompanied by the sound of weapons cutting into the human body, the lonely general fought hard among the enemy. Every time he swung his sword and turned around, he would bring a bloody storm.

His feet were filled with corpses, some were relatively complete, and some were terrible. Endless blood penetrated the earth, dyeing the ground under his feet red.

Who would have thought that this lonely general would fight among the 100,000 Yuan troops for a whole hour.

"Is this guy really human?"

The soldiers of Yuan soldiers were frightened and looked at the demon not far away. They took a few steps back uneasily, holding the weapons in their hands with trembling hands, but they looked at me and I looked at you and didn't dare to kill them again, because they knew that even if they went up, they would just die. The final outcome was the corpses under the demon's feet that were not even completely intact.

"Don't be afraid, he only has one person..." Among the Yuan army, a brave general spoke loudly and encouraged the soldiers. However, before he could finish speaking, a short sword that came from somehow pierced his throat and took his life.

It's that demon!

The soldiers of Yuan soldiers looked at the man in the distance in panic. The man was covered in blood-red armor and opened a pair of blood-red eyes that were not like human eyes, as if he was a ferocious wolf who had been chosen to eat, looking for his next prey.

The second generation of the Yellow Turbans Qu, Chen Mo, is this person so fierce?

Not to mention that the Yuan soldiers regarded him as a demon and a ghost, even Wen Chou, who was dozens of feet away, could not help but feel unbelievable.

"Hu..." After staring at the battlefield silently for a long time, Wen Chou breathed a long sigh and asked in a low tone, "How many people have been killed or injured in our army?"

The guards beside him looked at each other. After a while of silence, one of them gritted the bullet and said, "There were about 4,000 deaths in battle. As for the injured... there were no injured!"

Ah, there were no injured people, because no one could leave alive in front of Chen Mo, and even they could not resist Chen Mo's move. Unexpectedly, the soldiers could not even keep their entire bodies after their death.

"Four thousand people..." Wen Chou muttered quietly, but his heart was as shocked as storm. He never expected that in that hour, facing his 100,000 troops, Chen Mo not only did not die, but even killed a total of 4,000 people...

Could this butcher be reincarnated by ghosts and gods?

Wen Chou was so shocked that he felt that Chen Mo was even stronger and more fierce than Lu Bu who had resisted the princes at the Sishui Pass back then. At least, Lu Bu had never done such a crazy deed as Chen Mo.

Suddenly, Wen Chou caught a glimpse of Chen Mo's eyes looking at him in the distance. The cold look that seemed to look at a corpse, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart because he gradually believed the oath that Chen Mo had just made.

The general's head is taken from the 100,000 army...

Wen Chou did not doubt the correctness of this sentence. After all, he had done it more than once when he followed his lord Yuan Shao to fight in the south and north, but this time his partner was Wen Chou!

Take his Wen Chou's head among the 100,000 troops? What a joke?

To be honest, Wen Chou didn't care about Chen Mo's clamor a moment ago, but after an hour, he felt his heart gradually became cold.

That guy...

If it was that guy...

"What are you still dabbling with? Kill him!" Once again, Wen Chou issued an order to siege Chen Mo.

He was afraid that Wen Chou, one of the four pillars of Hebei, was afraid of Chen Mo who was only one person with a crowd of 100,000 people.

However, even though Wen Chou issued the general order, the Yuan soldiers surrounding Chen Mo still did not dare to step forward.

Seeing this, Wen Chou was furious and shouted angrily, "What are you afraid of? That guy's anger is getting weaker and weaker. You can go with me and kill me! - If you don't fight, you will be killed without mercy!"

Seeing that Wen Chou issued a general order to kill those who feared war, Yuan's soldiers slowly surrounded Chen Mo again. After all, when the main general issued such a general order, retreating back would undoubtedly be a dead end, but going forward... it may not be a dead end!

At this moment, with a sound of Du, an arrow hit Chen Mo's shoulder, causing him to tilt to the right.

"Shot...shot?

Not to mention the Yuan soldiers, even the Yuan soldier who shot the arrow was shocked. You must know that before this, all the arrows shot at the demon were bounced away by the vicious aura visible to his naked eyes... Huh?

Really, the anger on that guy's body has weakened a lot!

As more and more soldiers discovered Chen Mo's abnormality, Yuan Jun's morale was once again improved.

Yes, Chen Mo's anger weakened. After all, he had fought hard for a whole hour. There were as many as 4,000 Yuan soldiers who died in his hands. That was 4,000. Perhaps some generals could not reach this number in their entire lives, but Chen Mo did it. However, at the cost, he had almost reached the limit...

Perhaps Yuan Bing should have discovered that Chen Mo has gradually stopped using the extremely powerful killer move [Gan Qi Zhiwu], because the consumption of that move is too great. Due to the frequent use before, Chen Mo cannot even maintain the [hard body] normally. Now he can only rely on his physical strength to kill Yuan Bing who is approaching with one knife and one knife to save the loss of hostility. However, doing so will undoubtedly aggravate the consumption of physical strength.

"Boom!" With the last bit of anger, Chen Mo smashed a Yuan soldier's chest with a punch, but what he received was a long sword that came from somewhere and stabbed into his back.

"Ah!" With a roar of pain, Chen Mo grabbed the soldier who had sneaked into his arms with his backhand. He disappeared from the spot with countless spears beside him as the sword blade stabbed over him.

"Where are people... people?"

Yuan Bing nearby looked around in shock. Suddenly, a soldier seemed to have noticed something, raised his head and shouted in surprise, "It's... on it!"

The Yuan soldiers subconsciously looked up and then found that Chen Mo was just holding the unlucky ghost's face and quickly fell from the sky.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, dust flew, as if there was an invisible wave of air, which pushed the nearby soldiers of Yuan army and horses over.

"Hiss..." Under the shocked gaze of countless Yuan Jun, Chen Mo's shaking body gradually emerged from the smoke and dust. He pulled out the blade inserted on his shoulder, swung it casually, and took away a life.

"Tu tuk!"

With three muffled sounds, Chen Mo was hit by three arrows in a row. The force of the arrow actually caused him to stagger and almost fell to the ground.

The demon finally couldn't hold on!

Countless Yuan soldiers were ecstatic, and even a spearman saw the opportunity and rushed towards Chen Mo, stabbing him in the abdomen.

"I'm...successful!"

The spearman looked overjoyed, but then he couldn't laugh anymore because he found that although the spear in his hand pierced Chen Mo's body, he could not go deeper.

At this time, the demon grabbed the gun with his right hand stained with blood.

The spearman pulled out his spear hard, feeling that the gun in his hand was still motionless. He looked up at Chen Mo's blood-red eyes and felt that his heart was cold.

Will... Will die...

Perhaps because of the shock of Chen Mo's momentum, the spearman actually let go of the spear in his hand and ran away with his back to Chen Mo. However, before he could escape far, the spear that Chen Mo threw out pierced through his body and fell to the ground with a snap, not knowing life and death.

And at this moment, another Yuan Bing took advantage of Chen Mo's sideways to face him and slashed over with a long sword. Just as Chen Mo raised his hand to block it, he slashed Chen Mo's right arm.

Suddenly, blood flowed down the wound on Chen Mo's arm. That's right, after all, Chen Mo is also a human being. Without a rigid body to protect him, how could he use his body to resist sharp weapons?

"Dang!"

To everyone's surprise, Chen Mo, who reacted, broke the sword that pierced his body, and slashed the soldier's throat with his sword blade in his hand. Then he turned around and killed the Yuan soldiers behind him who were about to attack him. Finally, he tried his best to throw the broken blade out of his hand and shot a Yuan army general who was shooting an arrow.

It has to be said that Chen Mo has reached his limit at this moment. Not to mention physical strength and hostility, even if he is mental and reaction, he is no longer as good as he usually does. This makes the Yuan soldiers who are not threatening him now able to hurt him with the weapons in his hands. Chen Mo often only makes a subconscious counterattack after being injured.

Ah, it is just a subconscious counterattack, it is just an instinct formed when fighting on the battlefield all year round, rather than an independent reaction.

Excessive fatigue caused his consciousness to gradually weaken, and even thinking became a problem. The only thing he could remember at this moment was probably the killing of Wen Chou.

However, there were too many Yuan troops here, with a total of 100,000 people, and the black heads were like a river and lake. Even if Chen Mo had a bloody storm, he could only affect a corner of the lake.

But even so, Chen Mo wants to...

Do it without doing it, kill Wen Chou to sacrifice to three thousand black wolf cavalry!

Suddenly, Chen Mo, who was obviously even standing, had an extremely strong fierce light in his eyes, and he roared and rushed to the 100,000 Yuan troops again.
To be continued...