The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

The generals of the Hanoi army were puzzled. It stands to reason that winning Guangyan City should be a great thing, and it is worth drinking [-] cups. But our governor, it seems that his parents are dead.

After getting Lv Bu's affirmation again, Zhang Yi had to accept this 'cruel' fact.

But after all, he is a figure who has been in the officialdom for many years, and his face-changing skills have long since reached perfection.

Putting away his frustrated expression, Zhang Yi's face changed, and he seemed to hold the wrist armor on Lu Bu's wrist in an extremely friendly way, and then he laughed again: "Let me just say, how can our parachutist from Bingzhou be a prodigal? You have earned a false name. Fengxian, you have earned face for us in Bingzhou again, so tomorrow, my lord will show your meritorious service to the imperial court and promote you to the rank of general."

"My lord, it was not Lu Bu who won Guangyan City alone, it was all thanks to the soldiers..."

"Hey, you don't need to say much, General." Zhang Yi waved his hand, and said to Zheng Song beside him, "Zheng Zong, go and prepare some good food and wine. My lord is going to celebrate General Lu in the tent tonight. And , slaughter some cattle and sheep, send them to the wolf riding camp, and reward these brave warriors."

Zheng Song was in a daze for a moment, he and Zhang Yi came here to send Lu Bu to the guillotine, but now that the plan failed, Zhang Yi wanted to host a banquet for Lu Bu, what was his intention.

Zheng Song couldn't figure it out, but he had no choice but to agree temporarily.

After ordering Zheng Song, Zhang Yi turned his eyes back to Lu Bu, and said with a smile, "Fengxian, there are so many generals present, you have to give this old man some face."

When it came to this point, Lu Bu had no choice but to nod in agreement.

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Tonight's wolf riding camp was extremely lively.

Most of the [-] cavalry pawns brought by Wei Musheng were familiar faces from the Wolf Cavalry Camp.When the Wolf Riding Battalion was formed, they also received Lu Bu's training together, but later, some people couldn't survive and chose to quit or were forced to quit.

Now that we meet again, there are naturally endless topics to talk about.

Thousands of men sit together chatting and bragging, the atmosphere is more lively than the market.

In the happy atmosphere of everyone, there was a figure who seemed particularly lonely.

When Yang Ting came to the Wolf Cavalry Camp, it was already after Yanmen Pass, and among the [-] soldiers that Wei Musheng brought with him, naturally there were no familiar characters he could recognize.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to, and he didn't have the hobby of making jokes, so he simply scooped up half a can of broth, took three more wheat cakes, and found a secluded place to sit down.

After eating the first pancake, Yang Ting seemed to hear someone calling him.

He turned his head, only to find that at some point, a middle-aged man in dark brown casual clothes stood behind him.

After the middle-aged man saw Yang Ting, he seemed a little unbelievable, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, and exclaimed in surprise: "Young Master, it's really you!"

eldest son?

Yang Ting laughed at himself, as if he hadn't heard this title for a long, long time.

Afterwards, Yang Ting carefully sized up the visitor, and finally recalled the man's name, and couldn't help laughing: "Wang Lang, long time no see."

Now Wang Lang, who holds an important position in the Hanoi army, did not dare to be negligent, bowed back and said: "Wang Lang has seen the young master."

Yang Ting waved his hand indifferently, "This is a military camp, so the clichéd etiquette can be avoided, and you don't have to call me eldest son, just call me by my name."

When he was in Luoyang, Yang Ting met Wang Lang by chance, and his impression was not deep, but he often heard his grandfather mention it, and he spoke highly of Wang Lang.

Calling Wang Lang to sit down, Yang Ting couldn't help being curious, "How do you know that I'm in this wolf camp?"

Wang Lang reported the truth.

It was also a coincidence that during the day and afternoon, the Hanoi Army was stopped outside the village by the Wolf Riding Battalion.Wang Lang happened to see Yang Ting standing behind Li Feng. At that time, Wang Lang thought he was delusional.Who would have imagined that the grandson of the great Sangong of the Han Dynasty would go to this war-torn border to become a soldier.

No one would believe this matter.

After listening to Wang Lang's narration, Yang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little lucky for no reason.

It's not that the old man sent someone to arrest him and go back.

At this time, the drums of war sounded like thunder rolling in.

Yang Ting looked over there, and all the soldiers were divided into three tiers, forming a big circle and vacating the central position.

Amid the sound of war drums, two bare-chested brawny men walked to the middle position, following Cao He and Wei Musheng's orders, they quickly leaned against each other.

The onlookers exploded in an instant, the crowd was boiling, and they roared loudly with flushed faces, cheering up the two people in the field.

Yang Ting's eyesight is very good, even at a distance, he can still see the situation in the field clearly.

Of the two wrestling, he knew one of them was from the Wolf Cavalry Battalion, as for the other, it should be Wei Musheng's soldiers.

As the favorite sport of northerners, wrestling can not only enhance the relationship between the two parties, but also a way to secretly compete and prove their own strength.

Although it was just for entertainment to add to the excitement, no one wanted to see people from their own camp being thrown to the ground and unable to get up.

Throw him, throw him!

Yang Ting, who was watching the battle from a distance, blushed and leaned forward slightly. Although he didn't say a word, he had already integrated with the soldiers in his heart and shouted together.

At the beginning, the two sides still had victories and losses, until Wei Musheng sent a villain named 'Quiba' to the field, the Wolf Cavalry Battalion never won a game again.

"Hey, lose another horse nose!"

Seeing the soldiers of the Wolf Riding Battalion on the field being thrown to the ground again, Yang Ting, in a depressed mood, angrily bit off a large piece of wheat cake with his sharp teeth to vent his anger.

Perhaps because of excessive force, the remaining half of the hand fell to the ground. Yang Ting reached out to pick it up and patted it nonchalantly.

Wang Lang at the side seemed to have guessed Yang Ting's next move, and hurriedly stopped him: "My lord, dirty..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ting threw it into his mouth directly, and started to chew, and when he felt his throat was dry, he poured a mouthful of the warm soup and enjoyed it all over his face.

I don't know, I thought Yang Ting was tasting some delicious food.

The young man sitting cross-legged in front of him doesn't have the slightest etiquette and demeanor of an aristocratic family.

A few years ago, when Wang Lang was studying in Luoyang, he had the honor to attend several dinners hosted by the Yang family for distinguished guests.Even so, Yang Ting has no taste for food, let alone enjoyment.

What happened to our eldest son now?

Wang Lang couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Wang Lang staring blankly at the clay pot in his hand, Yang Ting handed the pot forward, "Come on?"

Wang Lang was stunned, and quickly pushed his hand to show that he was not hungry.

Yang Ting began to chew on himself again.

"Master, do they know you're here?" Wang Lang asked with concern.

Yang Ting ignored him.

Wang Lang worshiped Yang Ci as his teacher, so he was naturally a student of the Yang family.