In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Xiliang, Wuwei Prefecture.

This is a bitterly cold place.

It only produces iron cavalry and reckless men.

On the drill ground.

One man and one horse.

The spear flashed like a dragon.

Ma Chao's tiger-headed spear left afterimages in the air.

"drink!"

A loud shout.

The spear pierced through the three straw figures.

Ma Chao

Jin Ma Chao.

He's handsome.

He was really handsome.

He truly deserves to be called the "Divine General of Heaven" in the hearts of the Qiang people.

Put away your gun.

Stand still.

flustered.

I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably anxious.

My right eyelid keeps twitching.

"Report—!!"

"Young General! Urgent dispatch from Xuchang!"

A soldier from Xiliang tumbled off his horse.

The men and horses were exhausted.

The courier was carrying a package in both hands.

"This is... sent by... the old lord... through the Prime Minister's residence."

Ma Chao dismounted.

He grabbed the package.

A strong, muttony, and spicy smell.

It also has a sour smell from fermentation after a long journey.

It looks like spoiled fat.

Ma Chao's heart sank.

My hand trembled slightly.

"Father……"

He tore open the oil paper.

The contents inside fell out.

An apron.

It may have originally been grayish-white.

right now,

It was covered with black spots.

There was also dark red bloodstains.

It's rock hard.

Those are marks left after drying.

The blood that splattered when Ma Teng slaughtered the sheep, and the chili oil that splattered when he made soup.

There was also some soot from the bottom of the pot that I don't know where it came from.

But in Ma Chao's eyes...

This is a blood-stained garment.

It's the prison uniform my father wore when he was tortured!

Those dark red patches are scabs from cuts and lacerations!

These black stains must be marks left from the branding!

"this……"

Ma Chao clenched his teeth so hard they made a grinding sound.

"Huh!"

There was also a piece of oil paper inside the apron, with words written on it.

"My son..."

Shift your gaze downwards.

Ma Chao stopped breathing.

"Let me...peel...the...skin..."

Cursive writing.

Peeling?

The traitor Cao actually skinned his father alive?

Peel off the human skin?

Next, continue.

"...mutton soup...white...bones..."

Lamb soup? White bones?

Father...was boiled?

The traitor Cao not only wants to skin my father alive, but also wants to cook him alive?

At last.

That handprint.

Spread your five fingers.

This is clearly a protest!

"vomit--"

Ma Chao felt a churning in his stomach.

That rotten mutton fat smell,

Right now, what he smelled in his nose was the stench of his father's body after he had been boiled!

He gagged.

In my mind.

The image appears.

Xudu.

A huge bronze cauldron.

The water is boiling.

The father, Ma Teng, had his skin peeled off and was covered in blood.

He was chained up and thrown into the cauldron.

Cao Cao stood to the side, wearing a red robe.

He laughed heartily and added a handful of firewood to the pot.

The father was wailing and screaming.

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the cauldron, tearing off his fingernails and leaving bloody handprints.

"Chao'er...save me..."

"Chao'er...revenge..."

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

A long, mournful howl.

The surrounding warhorses neighed in fright.

It broke free of its reins.

Ma Chao has gone mad.

He suddenly drew the sword from his waist.

With a "rip",

He cut off his cloak.

"That traitor Cao!!"

"Cao Cao!!"

"You're not human!!"

"You're an animal!!"

Ma Chao knelt on the ground.

He slammed his hands down hard on the frozen ground.

The fist was a bloody mess.

He couldn't feel any pain.

The pain in my heart is a million times greater than this.

"Peeling off the skin and pulling out the tendons..."

"Simmering bones to make broth..."

"If I don't avenge this, I, Ma Mengqi, swear I will not be a man!!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

It dripped onto that "blood letter".

To make the "bloodstains" appear more vivid.

Pang De and Ma Dai both rushed over because of Ma Chao's angry roar.

They saw Ma Chao kneeling on the ground, looking like a mad tiger.

And that foul-smelling letter.

Everyone was stunned.

Ma Chao slammed the letter hard against Pang De's chest.

His voice was hoarse, like that of a vengeful ghost.

"look!"

"Look!"

"This is my father's blood!"

"These are my father's bones!"

"That traitor Cao... boil him! Boil him!!"

Pound was a tough guy.

After reading the letter, my eyes also turned red.

"Our lord, a hero of his generation, has met such a tragic end!"

"That traitor Cao actually wants to drink human soup!"

"This is an irreconcilable feud!"

Ma Dai was already crying his eyes out:

"My uncle was a loyal and righteous man throughout his life; what a tragic death he died!"

The three of them hugged each other and wept bitterly on the training ground.

After a while,

Ma Chao suddenly thought of something.

He stood up unsteadily (because he was too angry).

"Prepare the horses."

"I'm going to find Uncle Han."

"I will kill every single person in Xudu."

"I want to skin Cao Cao alive and make him into a carpet!!"

……

golden city.

Han Sui's main camp.

It was already night when Ma Chao arrived.

Dressed in white (a temporary mourning outfit).

With disheveled hair, he burst into the main tent.

Han Sui was sleeping.

I was so scared that I rolled off the bed.

"Meng Qi? What's the matter?"

Ma Chao remained silent.

He slammed the blood-stained letter onto the table.

Han Sui almost vomited when he smelled the strange odor.

"What...what is this?"

"My dad."

Ma Chao's voice was icy cold.

It has no warmth whatsoever.

"This is my father's skin, my father's blood."

Han Sui was greatly alarmed.

"What?"

He picked up the letter and read it by candlelight.

"Skinning...bones...bloody handprints..."

Han Sui's hands trembled as well.

"This...this..."

"Cao Mengde... could he really be this cruel?"

"Brother Shoucheng... is he going to be boiled?"

Ma Chao stared intently at Han Sui.

"uncle."

"If the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold."

"Today, the traitor Cao Cao boiled my father alive; tomorrow, it will be your turn."

"Your flesh is fatter than my father's."

"I suppose Cao Cao would like it even more."

Han Sui shivered.

She touched her belly.

It is indeed quite fat.

A sense of dread, like being thrown into a pot, arose spontaneously.

terrible!

Is that something a human being would do?

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, yet they still want to drink the soup.

Han Sui gritted his teeth.

The cup was smashed.

"That's outrageous!"

"This has to be reversed!"

"If we can tolerate this, how will we, the people of Xiliang, ever face the world again?"

"Wouldn't I be laughed at to death by the whole world?"

"Mengqi! Tell me! How should we fight?"

Ma Chao drew his sword.

The sword is pointed southeast.

His eyes were burning with the flames of revenge.

"Gather 200,000 troops."

"The entire army is in mourning."

"Charge into Xuchang."

"Smash his pot!"

"Recover my father's... remains!"

……

The next day.

An earthquake struck Xiliang.

Two hundred thousand cavalrymen assembled.

White flags fluttered all over the mountains and fields.

That's a filial piety flag.

The soldiers' faces were filled with grief and indignation.

They've all heard about it.

The old lord was captured by the traitor Cao Cao and used as food.

That's so inhumane.

Ma Chao stood on the command platform.

He was dressed in white armor.

"Brothers!"

"That traitor Cao Cao is so cruel, he boiled my father, the commander, alive!"

"We will not return until this grudge is avenged!"

"Execute the traitors! Smash the rice pots!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Two hundred thousand people roared in unison.

The sound waves shattered the gods in the heavens.

"Set off!"

Ma Chao pointed his spear at the enemy.

The army set off.

Rolling eastward.

This vengeful army is filled with rage.

For a tragedy that did not exist.

For a bowl of "human flesh soup" that no one has ever drunk.

They embarked on their journey.

The wind howls, and the Yi River is cold.

Ma Chao is gone... I'm going to smash the bowl.

……

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