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

Zhong Yan, the great-grandson of Zhong Hao in the Fourth Changli of Yingchuan, is also a well-known family in Yuzhou. His elder brother Zhong Yao is serving as a court official in Luoyang.

The imperial court also repeatedly recruited him to be an official, but most of the scholars in this era are full of character. If you don't ask me to be an official, I will go.

After briefly talking about the Zhong family, Cao Cao focused on the other two young people.

Although the two looked about the same age, and both wore sky-blue silk shirts, their expressions and temperaments were too different.

The older youth's expression is dull, and his expression is a little slack. The whole person seems to be restrained, and he looks extremely stupid; while the younger one is sitting upright, without squinting, with a beautiful jade in his waist. When talking politely with others, Gives a refreshing feeling of spring breeze.

It is in line with the poem: raise your glass and look up at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree before the wind.

Just when Cao Cao was about to introduce Lu Bu in detail, a soldier rushed over anxiously from a distance, knelt down outside the gate of the mansion, and said eagerly: "General, the moth thief is coming!"

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The faces of all the family members in the hall changed drastically when they heard the yellow scarves were coming.

Huangfusong also frowned, never thought that the bandit army who had just been defeated would arrive at Xinzheng city so soon.

Fortunately, he is a battle-tested veteran, with a resolute Chinese face showing determination, he said to everyone in the hall: "Everyone, let's go to the top of the city to have a look."

When I came to the tower, there was a crowd of people standing on the ground in front of me. They had different clothes and weapons.The only thing they have in common is that they all have yellow scarves wrapped around their heads.

"Old man Huangfu, hurry down to the city and accept the surrender, maybe you will be spared!" The yellow scarf general who called out saw Huangfu Song appearing, pointing the tip of his gun at the city wall, shouting loudly.

"Surrender! Surrender!"

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans waved their flags and shouted, the momentum shook the sky.

Many aristocrats on the city wall were so frightened that their expressions changed, and even a very few of them shy and said to Huangfusong full of worry: "General Huangfu, can Xinzheng City be saved? If not, Please hurry up and send some soldiers to escort us north to a safe town."

"Everyone, don't panic. Although Xinzheng City is not considered an important fortress, it is definitely not something that can be conquered in a short while." Huangfusong spoke calmly, trying to calm the restless people.

There are nearly [-] Yellow Turban troops under the city. When the officers and soldiers fought against them before, most of them lost more than they won.

Although they won a round in Changsha two days ago, the morale and morale of the army are still unstable. It is necessary to win the frontal battlefield to improve the morale of the three armed forces.

But at this juncture, there is no 100% certainty, and Huangfusong dare not attack rashly.

The battlefield is the destination of the generals, but it is not the burial place of these nobles.

The great Han's country is supported by aristocratic families, so Huangfusong must save their lives.

Seeing that Huangfu Song was hesitating, Lu Bu asked aloud, "General, don't you want to fight?"

Huangfusong didn't answer, turned his gaze to the side, and asked Mr. Wen Qian beside him: "Wen Ruo, what do you think?"

The young man named 'Wen Ruo' looked as usual, ignored the shouts from the city, and Xu Er replied: "The morale of the moth bandits is high right now, and we can temporarily avoid their edge. As long as we hold the city and defend it, the bandits cannot attack by force." , I should retreat..."

Huangfu Song deeply believed that it was precisely because of this young man's advice a few days ago that the Han army was able to set fire to the company camp in the outskirts of Changshe and smash the moth thieves.

Cao Cao looked at the son of the Xun family with admiration in his eyes, but he was more curious about Lu Bu's opinion, so he asked aloud, "General Lu, what do you think of the moth thieves under the city?"

"The mob." Lu Bu replied casually without thinking too much.

"Oh? What's the best strategy?" Cao Cao's spirit was lifted immediately, thinking that Lu Bu had a way to destroy the thief, he hurriedly asked.

The son of the Xun family over there obviously heard Lu Bu's remarks, and turned his eyes slightly, wanting to hear the unique opinion of the northern general.

"Rush forward and kill the leader of the bandit army who is retreating behind." Lu Bu made a chop gesture, and the answer was simple and rude.

"Can it be that simple?"

Cao Cao was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said lightly, eating a lamp grass.

The battlefield is not the place to show off your bravery.

There are at least 5 or [-] Yellow Turban Army under the city, and among the generals in the city, who would dare to go?

If you are not careful, you may never come back.

Lu Bu didn't answer Cao Cao, but turned to Huangfu Song and clasped his fists: "The last general invites you to fight."

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gah~~~

The heavy door opened, and the suspension bridge pulled in mid-air was slowly lowered.

"Master, the Han army is out of the city!" The boy with short brows and rabbit teeth pointed his finger and grinned.

Deng Chui, who was the vanguard officer, slapped the boy on the back of the head severely, and said angrily, "How many times have you told me to call me General!"

The young man rubbed his head in pain, and said in response: "Good second leader!"

The Yellow Turban Army suffered a big loss in Changsha a few days ago, and they will definitely find their way back today.

Two thousand war horses galloped out from the city gate, stepped across the suspension bridge, and lined up.

It was the first time for the two thousand cavalrymen behind them to go to the battlefield, so Lu Bu had to tell them something.Looking at the countless moth thieves in front of him, he loudly reprimanded: "There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield. In your eyes, except for Brother Paoze next to you, there are only enemies in front. No matter whether they are old, weak, sick, or heavily armored, they will all follow suit." General Ben to tear them apart! Can you hear me!"

"Wu! Wu! Wu!"

Two thousand children shouted loudly.

"Song Xian, Cao Xing."

"The end is here!"

"Each of you will lead a thousand men to guard the left and right for me, and we will kill the thief leader in one go!"

"Order!"

After the simple arrangement, Lu Bu drew his halberd away, and suddenly shouted: "Kill!"

Speaking back, most of these Yellow Turban soldiers who made the Han royal family restless were actually poor people living at the bottom.They have endured the oppression and enslavement of the aristocratic family all year round. If they are not desperate, no one is willing to rise up against the imperial court.

However, when they joined the Moth Thieves, the entire worldview changed completely.

They suddenly discovered that those old men from aristocratic families were not superior, they were also afraid of death, and they also knew that they were afraid of begging for work.

Seeing those prominent figures knelt down on the soles of their feet and begged for mercy, the moth thieves felt an indescribable joy in their hearts.This kind of excitement and expansion is a pleasure that even gold, silver and jade can't achieve.

So they captured the county, rushed into the courtyard of the deep house, rummaged through the boxes, and took whatever they liked.The silk clothes that I didn't dare to touch before were all put on my body.

Those beautiful women in the mansion were all suppressed by them, and they let off steam to their heart's content.

In the past, this was something that was unimaginable.