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

It is inevitable that some people in the team will complain, staying up in the middle of the night, carrying these boring things, is it possible to sing a big show for the moth thief on the opposite side?

Cao Xing, who was in charge of leading the army, turned his head. He heard the dissatisfied murmurs of the men, and said with a ruthless expression: "Later, I will beat the drums and gongs with all my strength. The louder and louder the sound, the moth thieves on the opposite side will Feel the enthusiasm of our northern men!"

At the Yellow Turban Camp on the other side of the river, Bocai got up from his seat, flexed his head muscles and bones, and stretched his waist.

He had just watched the battles in other states and counties, and the situation was very good everywhere, especially in Jizhou, where the great virtuous and good teachers were located, and the officers and troops were beaten back and forth.

I believe that the time to attack Luoyang is not far away.

Bo Cai walked out of the tent and asked the patrolling lieutenant, "What time is it?"

You Yu replied respectfully: "Shuai Qu, it's the second watch."

"It's so late?"

Bo Cai whispered, and then said to the lieutenant general: "Let the brothers rest, but remember to arrange people to patrol the night. Also, make sure they step up their defenses, and don't let the officers and soldiers take advantage of it."

The fire at Changsha was a bloody lesson.

Once bitten, twice shy.

It couldn't be more appropriate to describe Bocai.

After finishing the order, Bocai returned to the sleeping tent, took off his armor and shoes, lay on his side on the bamboo mat, and soon fell asleep.He had a sweet dream, dreaming that he became a real general, with countless soldiers under his command, and was awarded a seal and ribbon by the imperial court, and entrusted him with important tasks...

At three o'clock, it was already late at night.

A few scattered sparks were burning on the Yellow Turban Army's garrison, and the faint light seemed like a lonely soul.

The soldiers standing guard outside the tent had droopy eyelids, leaned their heads sideways on the soldiers in their hands, and nodded their heads frequently.

When the young generals on patrol passed by, they couldn't help but remind them: "Don't doze off, stay alert."

The soldier who was caught and caught didn't take it seriously. The detective raised his neck and looked across the river, and said nonchalantly: "Look, the lights on the Han army's side have been turned off seven or eight times. It's strange that they will attack the camp. You, just relax!"

Just as the patrolling general was about to reprimand him, suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums shook the sky and the earth.

Boom boom boom~~kuang kuang kuang~~

Boom boom boom ~ bang bang bang ~

Go!

oh~~~

kill~~~kill~~~

All of a sudden, there was the sound of gongs and drums, the sound of shouting and killing, and the sound of whistling...

All kinds of voices poured into the ears like a flood.

The fat and courageous soldier's face suddenly turned pale, and he slumped to the ground disobediently.

The flames burning in the fire came into view, his whole body trembled, like a frightened bird, he grabbed the trouser legs of the person in front of him tightly, as if he had lost his soul, and seemed to be in a magic barrier, he kept chanting: "Fire, The fire... the Han army is coming, the Han army is coming!"

Soon, the camp was full of shouts.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Bocai woke up from his sleep, and the beautiful things in the dream came to naught.He didn't care much, put on his armor indiscriminately, and rushed out of the tent.

He glanced left and right, there was a lot of noise, and the soldiers were running around in disorder, making a mess.

Uneasiness was written on everyone's face. In the panic, many soldiers who were pushed and tripped were crushed and trampled, causing nearly a hundred casualties.

It seems that the last time the Changsha fire caused a great psychological shadow on them.

After half a stick of incense, the chaotic camp finally calmed down.

Bo Cai recruited the general who was watching the night, suppressed his anger, and asked him, "Tell me, what's going on?"

The general who watched the night told the story in detail. He was afraid that Bo Cai would not believe him, so he repeated it again: "Shuai Qu, it is really the Han army attacking the camp!"

Bocai looked around and saw that it was all pitch black, not even a ghost.

He picked up the general, strangled the back of his neck with his hands, and with murderous intent in his eyes, he asked sharply, "Then tell me, who is it!"

The general who was watching the night was about to cry, with a mournful face: "I, I don't know..."

The farce in the Yellow Turban camp soon came to an end.

Looking at the extinguished candles in the opposite tent, Bingzhou Erlang, who was lying in the tall grass, was eager to try again. He looked at Cao Xing and begged for his life: "General, let's continue!"

From the initial dissatisfaction to the current initiative to ask for a job, the rapid change is amazing.

All of this, of course, stemmed from seeing the moth thieves fleeing in panic, just like watching a clown amused, it was a joy in my heart.

Cao Xing shook his head, with a weasel-like smile on his face. He is the most familiar with such immoral things, "Don't worry, there are still two or three hours before dawn, let them sleep for a while."

At the first moment of ugly time, Cao Xing thought it was almost time, and raised his arm.

The men hiding in the deep bushes were instantly refreshed, beating gongs and drums with all their strength, and shouting with blood in their mouths.

kill~~~

The camp of the Yellow Turban Army became restless again, and the sleeping soldiers suddenly woke up, picked up the weapons and guys in the tent, and rushed out.

By the time the assembly was over, those high-pitched gongs, drums and shouts of killing had long since disappeared.I can only see the muddy water ahead, flowing quietly in the dark night.

In the early morning of the next day, Bocai walked out of the tent exhaustedly, yawning profusely with his darkened eyes.

I don't know which goddamn Han general last night, actually lost his nerve, and beat gongs and drums all night.This is more deadly than spending a night on a woman.

In the end, knowing that he was playing tricks, he had no choice but to go out to meet the enemy.

Bo didn't dare to gamble, even if it was true just once, it would be enough to undo it.

It is even more impossible to pursue them across the river.If the officers and soldiers deliberately lure them, and their night vision is extremely poor, wouldn't that be a self-inflicted trap?

Bo Cai, whose nerves were almost broken, gritted his teeth in resentment. If he caught that man, he would have to dismember him and dismember him.

The soldiers standing guard outside all had their heads drooped, their eyelids were clenched, and they were listless. Many of them even stood there almost falling asleep.

With the soldiers under his command in this state, how can they fight against the officers and soldiers?

Bocai had no choice but to give up his plan to attack during the day, and at the same time cursed dozens of times in his heart as 'thief, son of a bitch'.

That night, the Han army repeated the old trick again, but the style of painting changed.