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

Hearing this, Ma Teng became angry, looked at Song Jian, and said in a cold voice: "Song Jian, don't tell me your hands aren't stained with my Dong Qiang's blood?"

"Hmph, this Xiliang was originally my territory, whoever asked you to interfere, you deserve it if you die!" Song Jian snorted, listening to his tone, he didn't mean to stop the fight at all.

"Marquis Wen, it's not my fault..." Ma Teng managed to convince the elders and soldiers of the clan. Firstly, he wanted to repay Lu Bu for saving his life, and secondly, he really wanted to recuperate. Don't give up.

Lu Bu interrupted what Ma Teng was about to say with a wave of his hand, looked at Han and Song, and said with a smile: "Well, how about giving me Lu a thin face, and everyone taking a step back?"

Without waiting for Han Sui to express his position, Song Jian spoke up first, his tone and attitude were not as friendly and submissive as before, and even a little aggressive: "Wen Hou, it's not that I, Song, don't give you face, but that this hatred is too much. Shen, with me without him, with him without me!"

A chill flashed from the depths of his eyes, the fingers tapping the table paused for a moment, and then tapped lightly again.

Lu Bu still had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be dissatisfied with Song Jian's attitude and tone.He thought for a while and gave a new opinion: "Well, let's hear God's will?"

As he spoke, Lu Bu got up from his seat, came over and grabbed Song Jian's wrist with his left hand, and Ma Teng with his right hand, and walked out of the tent.

God willing?

Song Jian frowned, wondering what kind of medicine Lu Bu was selling in this gourd.But he couldn't break free from Lu Bu's strength, so he could only let him forcefully pull him out.

Lu Bu held each other, and Han Sui followed obediently.

Whether it's war or peace, it doesn't matter much to him.

In the war in Xiliang, Song Jian and Ma Teng were the hardest hitters. He was just in charge of making soy sauce, and only occasionally handed in a few times.

When the soldiers outside the tent saw Lu Bu and the others coming out, they all surrounded them.

Lu Bu let go of Song Jian and Ma Teng, and shouted: "Wen Ji, go and fetch my painting halberd."

The young man who was in charge of carrying the halberd heard the order, and soon brought Fang Tian's painted halberd to Lu Bu, and offered it with both hands: "General, your painted halberd."

Lu Bu didn't answer, but pointed forward and said, "Go, put the painting halberd outside the gate over there."

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Wenji didn't understand the intention, but he did as he was told.

The painted halberd was stuck outside the gate, more than two hundred steps away from Lu Bu.

"Marquis Wen, what does this mean?" Song Jian was puzzled.

Lu Bu measured the distance with his eyes, and said to the three people beside him, "The gate is more than two hundred steps away. If I can hit the twig of the painted halberd, it is God's will to let you stop fighting. If you miss, you can just fight. , I won’t mention this matter again, how about it?”

Ma Teng and Han Sui naturally had no objection, a truce would be the best, even if the truce was not possible, they would not be afraid.

"How can he shoot at such a long distance? If he misses it, he will have nothing to say in the future."

Song Jian thought about it and agreed.

"Okay, since the three of you have no objections. Wenji, take my painting and carving bow!"

Lu Bu said it very boldly, brought the carved bow, he stretched his arms lightly, and tested his arm strength first.

The two sides outside the gate were full of soldiers, and they were talking about each other.

"Is it possible to shoot at such a distance?"

"Impossible, piercing Yang with a hundred steps is a divine shot. It's almost impossible to see the target at a distance of more than 200 steps, and you still want to shoot this halberd twig, how is it possible?"

"I don't think so, but a hundred steps is possible."

"Don't forget, the other party is the famous Marquis Wen!"

"It's true that Marquis Wen's military strength is superb, but his archery skills are hard to say."

On the other side, several generals under Han Sui's command were also talking there.

"Cheng Yin, among us, you are the one with the best archery skills. Do you think you can hit it?"

The general named 'Cheng Yin' shook his head, looked at Lu Bu over there, and sighed a little: "I don't know if Marquis Wen can hit it, but I can't hit it anyway at such a long distance."

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing a little bit of coolness.

Lu Bu took the white-feathered arrow from Wen Ji, put it on the bowstring, stared at the painted halberd standing in front of him, and he pulled the two stone bows completely.

Lu Bu's gesture of setting the arrow and pulling the bow was completely different from the kind attitude he had just had when he was talking to them. There was a strong sense of confidence in him.

When the painting and carving bow is fully drawn, the feathered arrow in his hand is like a cheetah that is about to come out.

Song Jian felt a little apprehensive, and began to regret that he had just agreed, and kept praying silently in his heart: "Don't hit, don't hit..."

Under the gaze of thousands of people, only a 'whoosh' was heard.

The bow is like the autumn moon flying in the sky, and the arrow is like a shooting star falling to the ground.

clang!

The sound of loud metal collisions rang out beside everyone's ears.

"I got it, Marquis Wen got it!"

The first soldier who reacted loudly and ecstatically cheered, as if the arrow was not shot by Lu Bu, but by himself.

"Wen Hou's sharp shot!"

Among the crowd, I don't know who brought the rhythm.

"Sharp shot! Shot shot!"

Thousands of soldiers shouted loudly, their expressions excited. It is impossible to witness this kind of deed in a lifetime.After returning, you can also brag in front of other people for a long time.

When Cheng Yin looked at Lu Bu again, his expression was full of reverence.

"Cheng Yin, look over there." Cheng Yi, who had a good relationship with him, pointed in the direction of the Wolf Riding Camp with a dignified expression.

Cheng Yin looked in the direction Cheng Yi was pointing at. The expressions of the soldiers of the Wolf Cavalry Battalion did not show any surprise on their faces, which was completely as it should be.

At this time, two men from the wolf riding camp passed by, and while talking, they said with disdain on their faces: "Cut, a group of country bumpkins who have never seen the world. Even if they move back a hundred steps, the general can still shoot."

Cheng Yin was shocked when he heard this.

After hitting the painting halberd, Lu Bu threw the painting and carving bow to Wenji, pulled Song Jian and Ma Teng up again, folded their palms together, and laughed very heartily: "It seems that it is God's will to let Let it go, but don't go back on your word."

Ma Teng and Han Sui obeyed. No matter how unwilling Song Jian was, he could not back down in front of so many people. He could only accept his fate and say, "I would like to follow the words of Marquis Wen."

At night, a banquet was held in the camp to celebrate the peace between the three parties.

Lu Bu also took this opportunity to say that he would settle down in Tianshui County for the people of Luoyang, and hoped that the three parties of peace would not come to disturb this place.