Zhang Xiu, the Overlord of the Three Kingdoms

Two flowers bloom.

After Wang Ding, Wang Yuan and his son left Zhang's house, they went to the east gate of the city. The purpose of their trip is to offer Zhang Xiu, and now that the purpose has been achieved, it is natural to go home.

After leaving the east gate of the city, Wang Yuan couldn't help but look back at his father Wang Ding and said, "Father." We don't know him, so why do we give him horses, money, and food?"

But this time, the property offered to Zhang Xiu also made Wang Yuan's heart ache.

The Wang family has sold horses for generations, and the father and son are both good at riding.

"What do children know?" Wang Ding manipulated the war horse with one hand, and looked back at his son. Seeing that Wang Yuan was unconvinced, Wang Ding sighed: "Now the world is dark, and thieves are everywhere. Our Wang family's rich side is like a candle in the night, how can the evil ghosts not rush to bite us?"

"Sacrifice a strong man and get the protection of soldiers and horses, this is the best policy.

Wang Yuan showed a look of enlightenment when he heard this, although he was young and shallow, but after all, he was also the son of a big businessman, and he still had a basic mind.

Over the years, there have indeed been quite a few merchants who have been looted by thieves. The reason why their family still exists is only because they are kind to people on weekdays, and they raise strong family soldiers, armed with guns and bows.

Ordinary gangsters dare not invade the Wang family.

But if the world is more chaotic and there are riots, then it is difficult to say.

Wang Yuan understood this truth, but he was still not convinced, and asked: "Then why did my father choose this embroidery? He is only eighteen years old, and he has not yet reached the crown (adulthood)." It's a white body again (no official position). Father wants to make a sacrifice, why not choose Zhonglang General Dong Zhuo?"

Wang Ding sighed again, this son is really a little stupid. If it was someone else, he didn't bother to explain. But since it is his own blood and bones, no matter how stupid he is, he is also a son.

Wang Ding patiently explained while driving the war horse forward: "Lü Buwei once said, "Strange goods can live. This embroidered photo looks forward to shooting the tiger and is bold. killed Cao Yansong, but he never did it himself. It's pretty steady. When I saw it today, he looked forward to his heroic appearance, which was really very human. Isn't it also a "strange commodity"?".

"Then Dong Zhuo, I naturally know that he has a heavy army, the official worships the general, and he is stationed in the right Fufeng realm, which can be described as a big tree with deep roots. But because of this, there are so many people who offer Dong Zhuo. As a businessman for my father, how can Dong Zhuo attach importance to my ???

""And Zhang Xiu's uncle Zhang Ji is the general under Dong Zhuo. If something happens, as long as Zhang Xiu is in charge of us, Zhang Ji will not be able to ignore us.

"Isn't it cheap to make a small contribution today, in exchange for such strong reinforcement as Zhang Xiu?"

Wang Yuan came to his senses completely, let go of the reins of the horse with both hands, and said sincerely: "Father is really scheming. "

Hmm. Wang Ding saw that this stupid son finally woke up, and couldn't help but feel relieved and let out a light "um".

The father and son stopped talking and concentrated on riding their horses back to Maoling County.

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The dedication of Wang's father and son allowed Zhang Xiu to solve the urgent need. For the next while, there's no need to panic. After all, the recruitment of the army requires a lot of investment in the early stage, and the later stage is a trickle.

The war horses, horses, and money and grain offered by the Wang family can be supported for a long time.

Zhang Xiu was at home, studying military books and practicing big guns.

On this morning, the sun was beautiful but not hitting. Zhang Xiu wore a black narrow-sleeved shirt and held a large gun, playing around in the courtyard.

This big gun is black all over, only the head of the gun is shining silver, and it is extremely sharp. It was very heavy in his hand, weighing twenty or thirty pounds. But in Zhang Xiu's hands, it is like a feather duster, extremely light.

Zhang Xiu finished playing a set of marksmanship, but his face was not red or panting, but he was sweating slightly. Then, Zhang Xiu stood with a gun on his face, as if he was unhappy.

"Little master, why are you depressed?" a son saw Zhang Xiu's expression and couldn't help but wonder.

"It always felt wrong. Zhang Xiu shook his head, and after thinking for a while, his eyes lit up and said, "Go and tell your aunt that I want to go out." "

Prepare the horses. "

No. Here Lang promised and went to report to the Zou family. Soon after, Zhang Xiu took his big gun, carried a bow and arrows behind his horse, and went out of the city gate with several people in his entourage and went to the barracks.

After coming to the barracks, Zhang Xiu's heart perked up.

Now it's not the beginning, it's a shotgun for a gun.

I saw a camp standing in front of me, which was made of arm-thick wood outside, and there were arrow towers on the left and right of the camp gate, and each had soldiers watching.

On the spire of each erected a black-edged white-background black character "Zhang" character flag, today the wind is strong, the flag is flying, hunting sounds.

In front of the camp gate, there was also a group of soldiers with spears to guard, and the spirit of slaughter was coming.

Zhang Xiu was very satisfied, Rome could not be built in a day, and under the construction of Pound and others, this military camp finally looked like a military camp.

Zhang Xiu's face is the pass, he rode his horse to the front and back of the camp gate, and the team of guards bowed down and bowed, and called "Little General."

Zhang Xiu turned over and dismounted, handed over the reins to his entourage, and entered the barracks with only a big gun. There seems to be no drill in the barracks today, and the soldiers are sitting in twos and threes basking in the sun.

This is also normal, and it is impossible for the soldiers to practice every day, otherwise they will complain.

Zhang Xiu looked left and right to see Pound, so he strode towards the white tent, and sure enough, he saw Pound who was looking at the bamboo slips.

"Brother. Zhang Xiu held the spear and bowed to Pound.

"Brother Xian. Pound heard the footsteps, and at the same time looked at the door, and after seeing that it was Zhang Xiu, he hurriedly put down the bamboo slips and got up to return the salute.

After that, Pang De invited Zhang Xiu to sit down and ordered someone to fetch tea and come in. Pound asked, "Brother Xian hasn't been here for a while. But to test the soldiers and horses? I have people beat the drums and count the soldiers, and they will have some drills.

"No, no, no. I didn't come today to watch the drills of soldiers and horses, but because I was hungry and thirsty for this big gun, I came to ask my brother for martial arts. Zhang Xiu hurriedly waved his hand, smiled and pointed to the big gun erected in the tent, and said.

Pound was a little surprised, but not surprised. laughed and said, "Okay, I also want to learn how to mark the family of the virtuous brother." "

Both of them are heroes in the world, and they don't drag their feet. After Pang De made some preparations, he picked up his broadsword, walked out of the tent with Zhang Xiu, and came to the school field where the soldiers were trained in the camp, and each set up a posture.

In the barracks, Zhang Xiu and Pang De each have prestige.

Pound is now personally leading the troops, and his ability is revealed in front of the soldiers. A huge force is invincible, a big sword is invincible, and riding and shooting is also extraordinary.

Zhang Xiu has the name of shooting tigers, and he is a tiger of the gate. These sons and soldiers gathered under his command because of Zhang Xiu's fame.

Today, Zhang Xiu and Pang De each stood on their own side, holding swords and eyeing each other, obviously wanting to compete. This immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers, who excitedly came to the side to watch the battle and discuss who was strong and who was weak.

"The two adults are going to compete in martial arts. I don't know who is stronger?"

"I think it must be the big people who are stronger. "

Why?"

"Huge man, old and small general, with great strength.

"It's hard to say. I don't think the little general's body is as big as General Pang, but his strength is not necessarily as good as that of a huge man. Have you ever heard of the "skinny tiger"? Although the tiger is thin and weak, it is capable of rivaling the big buffalo. "

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The soldiers' discussions, of course, were fruitless. Pang De and Zhang Xiu are strong and who are weak, but they will only know after the competition.

"Brother Xian, be careful. After the two looked at each other for a while, Pang De made the first move, but with a wave of his arms, the big knife in his hand swept through the thousands of troops.

Zhang Xiu's pupils shrank, so strong. I saw that where Pound's blade passed, it seemed to split the void, bringing up a piece of air, and the sound of the knife whistle was endless.

"It's good to come. Although Zhang Xiu was taken aback, she was also excited. With a movement of his right hand, the end of the big gun fell heavily to the ground.

"Ding!" sounded, and the barrel of the big gun blocked Pound's blade. Immediately, Zhang Xiu picked up the big gun and stabbed at Pound.

This shot is also the posture of a dragon and a phoenix, and the sound of the gun is like a neighing horse, piercing people's eardrums.

Pound was not surprised, although he had never fought against him, but he had already guessed that this virtuous brother was superior in force.

Pound moved his right foot to the left, dodging the shot, and then picked up the big knife and slashed at Zhang Xiu again. The two of them fought back and forth like this for more than 100 rounds, and they didn't even win or lose.

After more than 100 rounds, Pang De and Zhang Xiu were both slightly panting, and after looking at each other, they withdrew their spears and broadswords together.

"Thank you, brother. After Zhang Xiu put away the big gun, he bowed to Pound.

With his cleverness, how could he not see that Pound intended to give in.

Pang De is not an idle person, he is brave and good at fighting, and once fought alone with Guan Yu. In the mainstream Three Kingdoms games, the force value has always been no less than 90.

Pound is a few years older, and it is natural that the whole person's body is stronger than him.

However, he is only slightly inferior to Pound, and when time passes, he is confident that he will defeat Pound. After all, in addition to practicing strength, he also uses some modern methods to boil his body.

It is not difficult to catch up with Pound first, and then catch up with Lu Bu.

"Brother Xian is really a good martial artist. Pound shook his head slightly, and said with a heartfelt sigh. Just as Zhang Xiu saw through him, of course he also saw through Zhang Xiu.

He is in his hometown, and he is also the ceiling of force. After coming to the right Fufeng, I have not met an opponent either. If he couldn't enter Dong Zhuo's military camp, he would want to fight with Hua Xiong, Li Dao and other fierce generals under Dong Zhuo.

All in all, he is also arrogant. But Zhang Xiu impressed him. Even if he exerted all his strength and wanted to defeat Zhang Xiu in less than fifty rounds, it would be impossible.

The key is that Zhang Xiu is only eighteen this year, and there is still a long time to go in the future.

"If my brother had been in my age, he might have outdone me. Pound thought to himself.

And the soldiers who were watching the battle around were already stunned. They had never seen such a contest??? which was even more wonderful than storytelling.

"A small general, a huge person, and a real martial artist. In

the hearts of the soldiers, there was only such admiration left.