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

"Should I be trampled on the soles of my feet and trample on our dignity!" Lu Bu suddenly yelled, without any warning, his indifferent tone was absent, like a thunderbolt, it exploded in the hearts of every soldier.

Immediately, Lu Bu asked quickly again: "Wei Musheng, what is the strength of the enemy and us in the battle at Pingfengkou?"

Wei Musheng at the door turned his face straight, and replied loudly: "There are 500 Xianbei people, and our army has 76, killing more than [-] enemies."

"Chen Wei, what is the strength of the enemy and us in the battle of Yunzhong County?"

The commander of the personal guard behind him stood up straight, raised his head and chest, and responded loudly: "There are four thousand guards in the county, and our army is less than two thousand. Two thousand beheaded and more than a thousand prisoners."

"Song Xian, what about the Yanmen Pass battle?"

"Xianbei has 300 people, and our army has [-] people."

Song Xian paused, his eyes turned red, and then shouted with the loudest voice in his life: "Our army has defeated more than a hundred enemy generals and countless soldiers."

This sudden change in painting style caught Hanoi soldiers by surprise. Their eyes widened as if they were dumbfounded. To them, these deeds were nothing short of fantasy.

I don't know who shouted, "Wolf riding battalion."

Then I saw those reckless men in black armor at the door, each of them went crazy, shouting passionately: "Wu Shuang Invincible, Wu Shuang Invincible!"

The sound was louder and louder, and every soldier in the wolf cavalry battalion was shouting loudly, and they were willing to fight for the Lu flag behind them.

Because this is the glory they guard with their lives and blood.

Lu Bu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of pressing down, and the voice of the wolf riding camp gradually became quieter.

At this time, Lu Bu was more like a leader than a general.

He looked at each soldier with a firm tone, "I said this not to prove how majestic and great I am, Lu Fengxian, but to prove that what the Xianbei people took from us, I must take it back with my own hands." .”

"Boss is right," Cao Xing stood up and took over the topic: "I, Cao Xing, used to be a local scourge, a ruffian. I only dared to bully the common people on weekdays. When I heard the Xianbei invaded, I also had my legs wobbled." .”

"Look now, who is I afraid of?"

Cao Xing rolled up his sleeve armor and pointed outside the camp: "Have you seen the equipment and weapons of the Wolf Cavalry Battalion, and Wei Musheng's [-] cavalry?"

"You must be wondering, Bingzhou is already so poor, where did we get these equipment horses?"

"It's not that I snatched it from the Xianbei people. The Xianbei people are human beings, and we are also human beings. We both carry a head on our shoulders, so I love him!" Cao Xing said carelessly, "Wolf travels thousands of miles to eat Meat, dogs travel thousands of miles to eat shit, when can we improve our food and make a fortune? When his mother meets Xianbei people."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

All the soldiers present burst into laughter.

Cao Xing, who was born in a local ruffian, has always spoken like this, without covering his mouth, but his words are always rough and reasonable, and there is still some reason.

Seeing that the depression in everyone's hearts had been swept away, Lu Bu said loudly, "I, Lu Bu, can't take Huze Pass alone. So, I beg everyone to stay and help me."

After speaking, Lu Bu cupped his fists and bowed deeply to everyone.

As the vanguard commander, the general actually bowed to them, the lowest-level soldiers, which made the Hanoi soldiers at a loss for a while, wondering what to do.

"General Lu, I'll go with you!" A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old stood up from the side.

Naturally, Lu Bu immediately set his sights on the boy, and asked with a smile, "Little guy, what's your name and how old is this year?"

"My name is Sima Lang, I just turned thirteen." The boy replied loudly.

Lu Bu did not expect that this boy, who looked at least fifteen or sixteen years old in appearance, was only thirteen years old.

Speaking of Sima Lang's figure, there is another interesting story.

Just last year, when Sima Lang was 12 years old, he passed the Confucian classics examination and became a Tongzilang. However, the invigilator at the time felt that Sima Lang was tall and strong, and suspected that he had concealed his age, so he questioned him.

Sima Lang replied: "My family members have always been tall and tall for generations. Although I am young and weak, I don't have the habit of eager for quick success. I lie about my age in order to achieve early success in official career. This is not what I aspire to do in life. things."

Once the news spread, the local people felt that Sima Lang's character and talent were really different from ordinary people.

In addition, Sima Lang has a younger brother named Sima Yi, who is four years old this year.

Yang Jun, the prefect of Nanyang, was known for his knowledge of people and his responsibility. When he was a guest at Sima's house, he happened to see Sima Yi who was mischievous and mischievous.

Fang Yue also knew a thing or two about this matter, but he didn't take it seriously. These physiognomy scribes like to talk nonsense, and a brat who was only weaned at the age of four can see what kind of ugly Yinmao.

But when it comes to the prestige and power of the Sima family, that's amazing.

Not only is he well-known in Hanoi, but even in temples, he is also a master who can talk.

This kind of aristocratic family that has been passed down from generation to generation is far from being comparable to those ordinary upper-class families.

For this reason, Fang Yue's uncle, Fang Huan, specially sent a general with [-] elite soldiers to guard Sima Lang's safety. Never hurt a single hair.

Hu Hai in the crowd was weeping, and he no longer had the gloating at the beginning.Because he is the general appointed by Fang Huan, who ever tried to figure out all the tricks, but in the end he got himself in, lifted a big stone, but it was his own foot.

Few soldiers in the army knew Sima Lang, but a 13-year-old boy dared to stand up, so what about these tough guys?

A rough man near Lu Bu put away his things, looked at the stern young man on the high platform, and said loudly, "General, if you don't mind, my old Wei's life will be given to you, General."

With those who took the lead, more and more people soon stood up.

"And I!"

"I!"

"Me too……"

"Count me in!"

From one sound after another to the end, the audience was full of excitement.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on Lu Bu, and he stood there like a god of war in golden armor.

He touched his chest subconsciously, and under the mirror, there was a lock of the softest hair in the embroidered purse.

In the sky, countless wild geese flew south in groups, occasionally lined up in two characters, and occasionally lined up in a line.

Lu Bu followed their direction and looked towards the south.

There, there are hundreds of thousands of Bingzhou people, an old general, and a small courtyard built by him.

Also, Wei Niang.

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The turmoil of deserters temporarily came to an end, and the sky gradually darkened.

After an early dinner, Lu Bu ordered all the soldiers to rest as soon as possible. What awaited them tomorrow would be an extremely difficult battle.