Liu Bei slowly recalled that since he arrived in this world, he seemed to have been cursed and put a strange shackle in his heart, always thinking not to change history significantly, besides fighting for dominance of the world.

He never touched ancient poems in history, so as not to mess up time and space and steal other people's copyrights. Therefore, the ancient poems he recited were only written by Luo Guanzhong, and he would read them in front of others. Even if he was in his dream, he would grit his teeth and not say them, so as not to be heard and thought they were done by him. Even his brothers rarely listened to him chanting poems, let alone chanting poems from the Han Dynasty.

At this moment, he murmured softly and read out the poem he had known in the former world for the first time. His voice was low and he could hardly hear it clearly.

He looked up at the vast Yellow River and thought to himself: "I, Liu Bei, have been a hero for a lifetime, will I die by this Yellow River?"

Thinking of this, he laughed silently. He had been here for too long and had already integrated himself with Liu Bei, and actually regarded himself as the real Liu Bei.

Real Liu Bei has his own way of doing things. No matter what method, as long as he can eliminate the enemy, would he have to use it? If the real Liu Bei who died in the battle with Cheng Yuanzhi's Yellow Turban Army had any knowledge, I would be afraid that he would have defamed his reputation and was not like a benevolent monarch.

But if those methods are not used, wouldn’t they be too stupid? In troubled times, we only focus on the results. As long as we can eliminate the enemy, no matter what method, it is a good idea! Only villains like Liu Bang and treacherous heroes like Cao Cao have the opportunity to compete for the world. If they are like Jiao He and Kong Dian, they will only be empty talk, and will be killed by the enemy sooner or later, and become the laughing stock of the world.

Everything you do is to seize the world desperately. Only when the world is pacified can you free up your hands, transform the world, and give the world a bright and clear sky. As for the measures you take in this process, they are all trivial and can be forgiven as long as they are beneficial to the people.

Liu Bei shook his head. The more he thought about these things, the more he became, the more confused he was. He only hoped that after being killed by the enemy, his body would be able to return to his original time and space, and he could leisurely go online to read those interesting historical novels like before, just think that these years had been a big dream. Even if this wish was not fulfilled, at least he should know the origin of all this, so that he would not be a fool until he died!

The enemy army was gradually approaching. Looking at the enemy leader far away in the center of the army, Liu Bei held up his sword with both hands, his eyes widened, and a heroic aura burst out violently from him. At this time, the heroic hero who was blocking the front of the army was already a passionate hero. Even if the hero ended, his wild aura could not be underestimated!

Looking at the thick iron armor and shining swords approaching the enemy, Liu Bei smiled coldly, raised his sword and roared, and rushed forward to fight the enemy's life and death. Even if he died in battle by the Yellow River, he should not lose the reputation of the hero Liu Bei!

Suddenly, on the flank of the enemy's rear formation, there was chaos, and the smoke and dust rose, shouts of killing were shaking the sky and the earth, as if a large army had penetrated and attacked the enemy's rear.

Liu Bei was excited and immediately realized that it was his subordinate Taishi Ci who was leading the army to kill him. He ordered him to ambush behind him, waiting for the enemy to be defeated by the lamented soldiers who had no way to retreat, and then he would rush back and intercept the enemy. At this time, Taishi Ci saw that his army was defeated, so he refused to wait any longer and led his army to come out to save the lord.

As he thought, Taishi Ci advanced and rushed out of the enemy's left-wing infantry army, headed straight for Liu Bei to slam the horse and roar, yelling loudly: "The soldiers in front are also seven-foot men. Why do you just look like beasts? When the enemy comes, you only know how to run around, but you don't know how to protect your lord?"

At this time, there were more than a thousand soldiers by the river. Seeing that the rafts in front of them were getting smaller and less likely to go up, they were so anxious that they were wandering around. Hearing Taishi Ci's roar, he came to his senses and looked at his beloved lord, and he was as clear as if he was enlightened. He wanted to hurry up and sweat down his face, and he was ashamed.

Most of them were the children of Pingyuan, so they charged forward and fled to the end. They were just influenced by the new recruits and lost their minds and followed them to the riverside. At this time, Taishi Ci roared and regained his consciousness. They all raised their swords and guns to guard Liu Bei. Someone even swept away the decadent aura just now, raised their swords and guns, and shouted wildly towards the enemy, hoping to die to protect the safety of the lord.

The soldiers on both sides collided heavily, with swords and thorns fiercely, and sparks flew everywhere. Even the Qingzhou army was as brave as the Qingzhou army, but they were shocked by the strength of the Pingyuan soldiers. They were in chaos and could not break through their formation for a while, so they stepped forward and killed Liu Bei's head.

Taishi Ci picked up several enemy soldiers, ran wildly, rushed to Liu Bei in an instant, and shouted: "Lord, follow me!"

He reached out and held Liu Bei's war horse and ran straight towards the Yellow River.

Two war horses ran into the water, and more than a dozen personal soldiers risked their lives to jump into the Yellow River, grabbed a huge wooden raft, dragged it to the two of them, knelt in the water, and asked them to go up the wooden raft and avoid each other on the south bank.

Seeing the soldiers fighting to the north bank fighting to the death one by one by one by the enemy with superior forces, Liu Bei's eyes were blurred by tears and shouted loudly: "No, I don't want to cross the river! Even if I die here, I will never escape, but let the enemy occupy my foundation and massacre our soldiers in front of me!"

Taishi Ci hugged him, dragged him onto the wooden raft, knelt on the wooden raft, kowtowed heavily, and shouted: "Lord, great cause is the most important thing! General Guan is still waiting for you on Mount Tai. When we arrive at Mount Tai, we can defeat Jia Xu's troops in one fell swoop and attack Qingzhou!"

Liu Bei looked pale and smiled bitterly: "Defeat? What should we use to defeat Jia Xu's troops? Jia Xu is so cunning, with more than 100,000 Yellow Turbans, he is no match for him at all! And all our elite troops are lost, and all the troops are destroyed by the enemy here, so what can we use to fight for the world!"

Taishici looked angry and shouted loudly: "We have no troops here, and Yanzhou can bring up another army to rescue Mount Tai! Lord, it is useless to say too much. I, Taishici, will not say anything nice. I, just hope that my lord will follow me south soon, return to Yanzhou, and make a reason!"

Just as they were arguing, the personal soldiers had already pushed the raft into the river. Although the raft was large, there was not much place after carrying two people and two horses. Therefore, only four or five personal soldiers boarded the raft, holding swords and guns in their hands to protect Liu Bei. Most of the other ten personal soldiers were swept away by huge waves and drowned in the river.

The remaining few people looked at the lord from afar, laughing and tears, turned around and rushed towards the north desperately.

These martyrs who were determined to die had just arrived in front of the enemy, and were shot by the archers who came back to their senses, and instantly penetrated their torso. Each of them was hit by several arrows, and blood was pouring in their torso, and they still gritted their teeth and forced themselves to walk forward, thinking of slashing the enemy to avenge their murder today.

The Qingzhou Army was shocked when they saw the enemy so bravely.

Fengsha, who was in the formation and commanding the troops to advance, looked a little respectful in his eyes, but he refused to let his soldiers be injured by them. He had to raise his longbow and shoot the wounded soldiers who rushed from the water to the ground. Everyone was caught in an arrow in his heart. Before he could come out, he was killed and left this painful world.

The soldiers of Qingzhou came to their senses and rushed forward with great force under the leadership of Zhang Liao and Gao Shun. Most of the enemy soldiers who were trapped in the trap had already killed the ground. The rest of them were still swinging swords and guns and fighting to the death. Xu Huang waved the mountain-opening axe and rushed out. The giant axe swung their heads to pieces one by one, and their bodies lying in the river, dyeing the river water slightly red.

By the time these enemy soldiers stopped, the Qingzhou army had lost the opportunity to kill Liu Bei. Fengsha came to the bank of the Yellow River. Seeing that Liu Bei was sitting on the wooden raft, he had already gone far, and couldn't help but sigh.

He waved his hand and pulled out a long arrow, put it on the sky-shaking bow, looked at Liu Bei who was going away from afar, slowly pulled out the long bow, and pointed the arrow pointing directly to Liu Bei's heart.

The surging Yellow River rolled and rolled. In the middle of the river, Liu Bei sat on the wooden raft, his face ashes, and his heart was depressed. The river flowed under him, and the waves hit the wooden raft, making a clatter, wet Liu Bei's clothes.

In the north, far away from most of the river, the enemy who took over his foundation and killed his beloved generals immediately stood by the river, holding a long bow in his hand and pointing the arrow at him. The terrifying cold momentum seemed to penetrate into Liu Bei's heart.

Liu Bei shook his head and smiled bitterly, and he didn't even have the strength to dodge. He was defeated in this battle and he was no match for Liu Sha after all. Why should he struggle to die again? He let him kill his life with one arrow and let his dream of fighting for the world be awakened!

Feng Sha looked at Liu Bei in the distance, relaxed his right hand, and the sharp arrow broke through the air, the arrow body rotated rapidly, and hissed, crossing the Yellow River, like a mad dragon flying over the sky, spreading its teeth and claws, shouting and roaring, and shooting straight towards Liu Bei's heart with an unyielding violent aura!

Liu Bei sat on the wooden raft wet by the river, silently staring at the fierce and fierce arrow shot from afar, full of domineering momentum, his body remained motionless, and a smile of relief appeared on his lips.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp arrow came to his face and was about to shoot Liu Bei through. A long spear suddenly stretched out from the side and hit the shot of the big arrow. The arrow body was lifted by the spear and lost its accuracy. It rushed over Liu Bei's head and landed far to the river.
Chapter completed!