This statement is no different for ordinary people. However, it is really disrespectful to the loyal believers of great wise men and good teachers.

"Cang..." The Marquis of Fuguo tried to speak again, but he still failed to speak out this blasphemous sentence.

He looked up again, his expression was extremely vicious: "The Changshi's words are really a sin."

"Sure enough." Liu Bei sighed: "Borrow a knife and kill someone."

"That's right." After this, the Hou of Fuguo simply accepted it.

"You know that the king's order is not long. Whether I enter the palace to meet or go out to greet him, in order to behave etiquette, I must eat immortal pills and force my life to be extended. You are a Taoist sect and are well versed in the art of alchemy. You know that the so-called immortal pills are all medicines for tigers and wolves. Not only can you not prolong your life, it will lead to death quickly. So you pretend to be the commander of the Great Du Wei Cheng and kill the king. You also use the King of Kucha to die and eliminate dissidents. One stone is a good way." Liu Bei's eyes were full of coldness.

"It's more than two birds." The Hou of Fuguo smiled gloomy: "Isn't the Changshi also here lightly, and he's surrounded by heavy siege."

Liu Bei nodded: "Even I am planning."

"There is something unknown to the lower officials." Smart people are proud.

"Where did you reveal your flaws?" Liu Bei said for him.

"That's right." The Hou of Fuguo nodded slightly: "I hope the chief minister will give me advice."

"There is no flaw." Liu Bei smiled softly.

"Then why did the Chief Secretary insist on me to speak disrespectful words?" The Marquis of Fuguo looked disbelieving.

"If you have to say something wrong," Liu Bei said: "A dispute over interests."

"The dispute over interests." The Marquis of Fuguo repeated it, as if he had realized something.

"Although the strategies are very different, the goals are the same: to harm others and benefit oneself. Therefore, who is the final profiter is often the mastermind. The King of Kucha died and the young lord succeeded to the throne. The official of the Grand Commander and the Chief of the Duke were all uprooted. You are the only one in the court of Kucha, and you will become a powerful minister within a few years. At that time, the fate of Kucha was in control of your hands. Whether it was a united state or a rebellion against the Han Dynasty was all within your thoughts.

The squad leader Shi once said: 'If you want to get the Western Regions, you must first get Kucha.' Only now can I understand the profound meaning of this sentence. Kucha has admired the Han Dynasty for a long time. Although the people have many Hu people, they are deeply sinicized. They are happy to accept the culture of the Central Plains and have no resistance. Therefore, they can be used by the Han Dynasty and are easily deceived by you. Moreover, Kucha tiger lies in the middle of the Western Regions, with its back against Baishan, facing the desert, and guards the Silk Road business road. The leader uses Kucha as a stronghold and wants to take charge of the Western Regions. It is obviously reasonable."

"..." The Marquis of Fuguo's face flashed a moment of disheartening and suddenly sighed: "When it comes, the Lord of the Church said that the Kingdom of the Western Regions have gods and do not believe in peace (Tao). There is only the exception of Kucha. Although Kucha does not believe in our religion, he admires the style of the Han Dynasty. He can start from the world. He also said that I am full of knowledge and is a talent for saving the world. I want to use it to build a Great Wall for my religion in the Western Regions to prevent heresy cults from entering our Han territory. The Lord of the Church is still in his ears, but it has been a long time since I looked back. It was already halfway through the past, but the chief minister had already learned about the secrets of heaven. Although the matter was not good, he had to fight to the death."

As he said that, the Marquis of Fuguo suddenly became imposing: "Report to the Lord of the Confucianism and comfort me!"

"Stop him!" Liu Bei said as soon as he said.

But the Marquis of Fuguo opened his eyes wide and raised his arms and shouted: "The sky is dead!"

"Huang Tian should stand!" Liu Bei followed him and saw the right auxiliary king suddenly drew his sword and stabbed An Guohou beside him to the side!

"Ah!" An Guohou screamed in angrily.

Zuo Li Fujun roared and waved his knife to slash at the right Li Fujun.

In an instant, all the officials and soldiers drew their swords and slashed each other, making a mess.

"Kill people--" the people who are volleyed in surprise and fled. The scene was in chaos for a moment.

Seeing that the chaotic army was surrounded from all directions, they couldn't tell which one was right or wrong. Guan Yu looked at Liu Bei: "Brother!"

Someone suddenly jumped up in the crowd and attacked with a knife.

The scabbard was handed over and stabbed the heart. Liu Bei spoke excitedly: "The sky has eyes, and the yellow sky will be destroyed!"

Guan Yu and others woke up and shouted in unison: "The sky has eyes, and the yellow sky will be destroyed!"

"The sky has eyes, and the yellow sky will be destroyed!" Kucha warriors followed one after another, gathering together with each other, and gradually isolated those who were ashen faced and unwilling to shout.

Seeing that each of them was exposed, the Yellow Turban Army was furious and bloody: "Despicable!"

Liu Bei couldn't help but laugh: "The despicable people do despicable things, and it's really despicable to say that they are despicable!"

Why do you need to be too polite? Liu Bei then rode his horse toward the city gate: "Go!"

"Here!" Guan Yu cut off the thieves with one sword, drove the horses to follow. After arguing, Zhang Fei suddenly took back the man-eating snake spear, abandoned the corpse on the ground and left the horse.

"So quickly pass the city gate!" Inside and outside the city, the two city heads had already flowed into a river. This was the key control of the Yellow Turban Army. A few Kucha mercenaries were all cut over by random knives and fell into the city.

Seeing that the inner city hanging gate (gate gate) was about to fall, Yan Xing suddenly supported his arm and stood on the back of the horse. The man took advantage of the horse's power and flew up.

"Not good!" Seeing Yan Xing crashing into the city gate, Guan Yu lightly clamped the horse's belly, Chi Tu shot out of the electric shock, and soared into the air from the head of the rioters!

Guan Yu waved his sword in the air.

"Hold it!" Yanyue Sword broke through the air and fought back. However, the moment the back of the knife hit the sole of Yan Xing's boot, he was lightly beaten. All the thousand-pound power turned into clever force, and Yan Xing suddenly lifted up!

Yan Xing's body was like a meteor, and he flew to the top of the city with his power.

A flash of sword light.

The head broke into the sky.

When the flag was thrown out, a person's brain burst. The red gold and bronze horn at the handle of the staff collapsed, and the fire fell to the ground. A few inches of stone fell into it!

Yan Xing fell straight to the top of the city and then curled up bloody rain.

The hanging door is suspended, and it is not usually necessary. When opening the gate, the soldiers guarding the city need to work together to push the crimping column plate, use the lever principle to raise the gate, and enter the gate groove above the door opening and inside the gate platform. When closing the gate, push the winch backward, and the gate falls smoothly from the gate groove, forming a solid barrier in front of the door. The gate is mostly made of hard wood wrapped in iron, covered with iron nails, and weighs thousands of pounds. Therefore, it is also called the "thousand-jin gate" in later generations.

The Yellow Turban bandits surrounding the banner were covered in blood and shattered into the ground. Yan Xing held the flagpole in his hand and lifted it with force. He pulled out the gravel together.

The surrounding soldiers were all chaotic and dared not step forward.

Yan Xing raised his sword in front of the sword, placed the battle flag on his back with his back, and took the brocade strip to fix it. Then he held the knife in both hands and rushed forward with great strides.

The sword light is like a practice, and the howling is like a god.

One knife cuts out and they all form two pieces.

I saw bloody collapse on the top of the city, half of the corpse wailed and fell. The stomach and intestines came out, and the blood flowed like a waterfall. On the city and under the city, there was a scarlet red and miserable as purgatory.

The slashing of the handle and slashing the horse sabre up and down. Yan Xing was like a mad tiger, killing the enemy formation and storming out blood.

Looking back, there is no one on the city wall.

He strode towards the city platform, and struggled to raise the gate. He dragged half of the corpses nearby, which had not died, piled under the winch. His hands loosened his handle and slammed his chest heavily, and his organs were compressed and sprayed out. Half of the corpses died layer by layer.

As soon as the pile of corpses blocked the whereabouts of the gate, another riot army rushed to the top of the city.

I didn't dare to get close to me, and I threw the pottery jar from afar.

Yan Xing swung his knife and slashed it, splashing all over his body.

"Star the rocket!"

Oil burns when it encounters fire. The fire snake flies, and a sea of ​​fire is over the city.

But in the flames, a figure jumped down.
Chapter completed!