Chenliu, Qiao County.

"The imperial court's recruitment order should be sent to the counties and counties in each prefecture?" Zhuying looked at Cao C and asked slowly.

"Yes." Cao C, who had finished wiping his feet, put the terry aside, and then staggeredly put on his shoes and socks.

"It's almost time to go back. I guess the court's transfer order will come down in a few days." Cao c arrived.

He didn't expect that he would go back so quickly when he came out of Luoyang, or that he thought of it, so he had to give himself a vacation. But the fact is that under the influence of Zhuying, he decided to come to his hometown to recruit soldiers early. The Cao family is a big clan here, and not only can he recruit village warriors quickly, but he can also quickly organize an army based on the family's private soldiers. What's more, there are brothers of the clan and the Xiahou brothers he met. Cao C felt more confident.

Zhuying chuckled softly and said, "Meng De, do you know what the situation is now? For you, everything that comes next can be expected, and your wisdom should not have foolish thoughts."

"Idiotic thought?" Cao C stood up, stomped his feet gently on the ground, and it seemed that the boots on his feet were very suitable. After doing this, he turned around and faced the Zhuying sitting in Shi Shiran and said, "No, this is not a fool. Just like you can predict, you can guess, but what has not happened yet will not be confirmed."

"Can you also believe in the nonsense of the powerful ministers in the troubled times?" Cao C asked Zhuying with a funny look.

"It depends on people's work. Only Cao Mengde is alive, regardless of the troubled times, I will do my own way."

He slowly walked to the north window, opened the closed window, and looked at the sky in the north. There was Cao Mengde's ambition in this life, and the north was the north. Even if there was thousands of miles away from him, even if his eyes could not be seen, as long as he closed his eyes, Cao C could imagine the heroic appearance of the champion, Ban Dingyuan.

Yes, Cao C wanted a lot, an official position, a little money, and a lot of charming beauties. However, what he wanted most was to leave a name for his life and his life. He wanted to leave a Dingbei City in the north, and he could leave a title of Dingbei Hou.

Cao C smiled, took off the green light sword hanging on the wall, slowly pulled out Xu Cun's blade, and as the blade moved out, a pair of complete and indifferent eyes were coldly reflected on the blade. That was his eyes, but there was no emotion on the blade of the green light sword.

Everything is taken only in the sword.

"Brother!" Cao Hongfeng ran over from outside the door in a hurry, and was already slightly panting when he arrived in front of Cao C.

"What's wrong with you, Zi Lian? Why are you covered in blood?" Cao C frowned and looked at Cao Hong, without any worries in his eyes. If he was injured, Cao Hong would never be so popular. Of course, his cousin often belongs to the party that bullies others, not the party that is bullied. Cao C still believes in Cao Hong's force very much. After all, in the past, whenever his cousin caused trouble, he was wiped by Cao Mengde.

"Brother, I'm fine. I just met a few sneaky people on the way, so I killed him casually." Cao Hong said carelessly with a smear of blood on his cheek.

Just after he finished speaking, Cao Hong slapped his head and said, "Brother Ren, Brother Ren, told me to tell you, saying that there were a small group of Yellow Turban bandits roaming nearby, and he had already brought people there."

"Well. I understand. I can still trust the ability of filial piety." Cao C nodded and continued: "I will trouble you brothers these days. Chen Liu is rich. There must be bandits coming here, but you can definitely solve it. In addition, I will leave the old house to you, don't disturb my father."

"Zhuying, let's go." Cao C nodded, and after he finished speaking, he walked out of the house. He paused in front of the door, and continued, as if intentional and unintentional, "This is just the beginning, it will not end, it will not end."

At this moment, it is far away in Xiapi County.

Thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers confronted the township warriors of more than a thousand people. At the front of these township warriors was a young man. He held a long knife in his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at the ground. There was no unnecessary expression on his face, but he just looked ahead with a faint look. He did not move, and even facing the Yellow Turban bandits that were several times more than his side, he could not let him take a step back, not even a single step.

As time passed, the Yellow Turban soldiers on the opposite side gradually could no longer calm down. Everyone had a special expression on their faces. Or were they contempt or despised? The young man could not see through the thoughts of these Yellow Turban soldiers, nor did he want to guess. He only saw the roar of the opponent's Yellow Turban soldiers, and the thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers rushed towards him one after another.

He closed his eyes, and at this moment he actually closed his eyes, as if he knew he was unable to defeat, so he closed his eyes, so he gave up. But he was listening, listening to the beating of his heart, listening to the pulse of his blood flowing, and listening to the roar of the Yellow Turban bandits stepping across the ground due to the large number of people. He was listening, hearing the faint call of the long sword in his hand, hearing the blood rushing in the bodies of the Yellow Turban bandits, and hearing the long sword's longing for bloodthirsty sound.

There is wind.

So he shouted, "The wind is coming."

"High wind, strong wind!" More than a thousand local warriors behind him tapped the weapons in their hands and called out together.

"How many steps have you reached?" he asked, still closing his eyes.

The local brave men all replied: "The thief reaches twenty steps!"

"Swish, swish..." As everyone's voices fell, some of the Yellow Turban soldiers on the opposite side had already pulled their bows and shot arrows at the young man.

"Clang, CLang." The young man carried the knife, as his arm swung gently, the long sword flowed, and the blade accurately blocked the arrows from S. He still closed his eyes, but he heard it.

The young man continued to ask, "How many steps have you reached?"

"The thief reaches ten steps! The thief reaches ten steps!" the soldier shouted loudly.

Some soldiers on the Yellow Turban Army had already shown a hideous smile. The young man ten steps away was within reach, and in their eyes, there was only one dead person. In the wave of thousands of people, whether he was ashamed or really capable, he could only become a pool of mud.

"How many steps should the thief go?" He asked for the third time with his eyes closed. This time, he could no longer hear the sound of the wind in his ears, nor could he hear everyone's breathing, and even the sound of his heart beating. All he could do was roar, messy footsteps, and the sound of killing were left in his ears.

"Five steps! Five steps! The thief reaches five steps!" The local heroes' voices were slightly quick.

"Kill!" He suddenly opened his eyes, and a red light was jumping in his eyes. As his body rushed out, a Yellow Turban soldier who had just stood in front of the young man with a grim smile was divided into two halves, becoming the red reflected in the young man's eyes.

"Boom!" The local warriors behind him rushed forward with this sound of killing and suddenly collided with the group of Yellow Turban soldiers.

The two armies kept colliding and confronting each other, and the sound of weapons colliding one after another, screaming endlessly. Even the sound of the torn armor was so clear and audible.

Tiger! Tiger!

As the young man stepped on, all the Yellow Turban soldiers standing in front of him were suddenly shaken. In an instant, they seemed to see a tiger descending down the mountain pounced towards them. Their hearts were all broken, and at this moment, these people thought of seeing a tiger in their hearts.

"Death!" With the word "death", more blood bloomed around the young man. The tip of his knife was wandering among the crowd. The blade crossed his thin neck, bringing out more blood! When he opened his eyes, his eyes were faint like blood, with reflected blood and blood splattering.

He looked at the deepest part of the Yellow Turban Army, with a grim smile on his lips, and rushed out like a tiger catching prey, rushing into the center of the Yellow Turban Army and the most crowded place! There was his prey, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army's bandits!

At this moment, the image of the Jiangdong tiger appeared in the hearts of many rural brave men present. They roared angrily, following Sun Jian's footsteps, following the tiger's leaping and fighting out!
Chapter completed!