Liu Bei was skilled in martial arts, but after the battle of Changbanpo, he was seriously injured. He stabbed an iron spear in his chest and almost penetrated him.

He had been pretending to be nothing before, but this time he grabbed the reins and exerted a little force, and the wound suddenly collapsed. Even though Liu Bei was determined, he still couldn't help but snorted.

"Uncle..." Guan Ping was shocked and frightened, and quickly tried his best to pull Liu Bei.

Yes.

Jia Liangcai said that we could promote the Han Dynasty three times in the future. Even according to Huang Si, my father and son would not die at the hands of Cao Jun.

At least I will have a great chance of survival.

He made up his mind and quickly pushed Liu Bei away, picked up the 38th rifle, and jumped on the horse.

The heavy and quirky rifle was even harder to use immediately, but now he was seeking to survive in his life, so he didn't care about it.

Blessed by ancestors.

I hope these weapons in a thousand years can help me defeat the enemy.

"My uncle offended me, wait until my nephew kills the thief and apologizes again!"
Chapter completed!