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

Lv Bu was slightly startled, and turned his head to look at Xi Ce. There was not much disappointment or sadness on his face, but rather a sense of rejoicing: "If you lose, it's because I was wrong. But that's okay, I'd rather him Abandon me now, and I don’t want to wait until a certain day in the future when he will strike back.”

In the past, it was hard to believe that Lu Bu would say such words.But now, under his witness, Lu Bu is moving towards the direction of the hero step by step.

"The general is far-sighted, and the policy is too late." Xi Ce laughed knowingly, and praised Lu Bu rarely.

Lu Bu was not used to such a boast, and responded immediately: "Mr. is absurdly praised. The sage often said that 'a man without long-term considerations must have near-term worries'. I just see a little farther away."

Xie Ce smiled and said nothing more.

The two stood at the top of the city, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun until it fell down the hillside.

Hedong, the bandit camp outside the county.

It was already night, and there were bandit soldiers on patrol, with torches in their hands, alert to any disturbance around them.

In a camp somewhere, a man with a beard and a beard was sitting at a writing table, looking at the newspaper in his hand, with a slightly sad face on his thick eyebrows and big eyes.

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Another handsome camp not far from here.

Han Siam, who had taken off his clothes, was lying on his side on the mat with his upper body naked, squinting his eyes and about to fall asleep.

At this time, a soldier whispered outside the tent: "Master, Yang Shuai invites you to discuss matters in his tent."

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep but was woken up, Han Xian was naturally a little unhappy. He still closed his eyes and opened his eyes, and said to himself angrily: "This Yang Feng is also, but it is chosen at this time. What can't wait until tomorrow?" Say it again."

The soldiers outside the tent replied: "The soldiers who heard the news said that it seems that Yang Shuai has a plan to break the city, so he specially asked the Lord to go and consider it."

Han Xian in his sleep opened his eyes, and an inch-long scar across the left eye socket looked particularly hideous under the candlelight.

After several days of violent attack on Hedong County City, they failed to conquer it. It can be said to be an extremely difficult bone. Han Xian spent a lot of brains on this.

He sat up from the mat, didn't bother to change his clothes, just put on a short crotch, put on his shoes and left the tent, and went to where Yang Feng was.

The two camps are not far apart, only a hundred steps away, so they can take care of each other in case something happens.

Han Xian lifts the tent and enters. Yang Feng is the only one in the huge tent.

He found a place to sit down casually, and then glanced at Yang Feng, with a very reckless tone in his tone: "Brother Yang, I heard that you have a plan to break the city, let's talk about it."

Yang Feng didn't comment, he poured a glass of water for Han Siam, pretending to be nonchalant and asked: "Brother Han, you know that Grand Sima Lu Bu has personally brought [-] troops to Hedong."

"Is there such a thing?"

Han Xian, who picked up the water glass, was startled for a moment, then drank heavily, put down the glass heavily, and raised his voice as if to show that he was not afraid: "So what, I don't believe that Lu Bu can have three heads and six arms."

"Brother Han, Lu Bu is a man of great reputation, and his subordinates are all wolves, tigers and leopards. I'm afraid we won't be his opponents." Yang Feng played with the cup in his hand, with a hint of sting in his eyes.

"Hey, Brother Yang, why do you want to build up the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige?"

Han Xian is a typical reckless character. He couldn't listen to other people's praise of his opponent, so he slapped his chest loudly, and said nonchalantly: "He Lu Bu is not a good guy, and I am a hundred thousand son, and I am the same. Not the Lord who is afraid of things."

"Furthermore, if we serve the imperial court as hawks and dogs, how can we be happy and happy now, if we want the wind to get the wind, we want the rain to have the rain."

Han Xian, with his upper body bare, spoke very boldly. He knew that Yang Feng had always intended to join the imperial court, but he never thought of submitting to the imperial court. How happy he is to be a king of the mountain, he doesn't need to look at others.

"What brother Han said is true."

In order to avoid Han Xian's suspicion, Yang Fengshun said something, and then sighed: "I just feel that if I die one day in the future, I will go to hell and see my ancestors. It's hard to explain."

Seeing that hero Yang Feng was short of breath, Han Xian raised his thick brows, slapped the table hard, and said nonchalantly, "There's nothing to explain. One has one's own life, and one cannot blame others."

Yang Feng didn't mention this any more, and started discussing with Han Siam about tomorrow's battle.He ordered people to bring the map of Hedong, and slowly unfolded it in front of Han Siam.

At the end, a little bit of cold light lit up.

When it was too late, the soldier drew the dagger from the scroll, with murderous intent in his eyes, and pierced Han Siam's heart with lightning speed.

From the moment he saw the cold glow, Han Xian already had a dike in his heart.Seeing the dagger stabbing him, he turned his right hand into a claw and firmly grasped the assassin's wrist. With his left hand, he clasped the other hand on the table and sneered conceitedly: "You little fellow, you want to hurt me too!"

But the assassin's arm strength is not small, and it is evenly matched with Han Siam.For a while, the two were at a stalemate, and neither could do anything to the other.

Fortunately, there was still Yang Feng in the tent, so Han Xian yelled at him: "Brother Yang, come and help me kill the thief."

Hearing Han Xian's request for help, Yang Feng gave an expressionless 'hmm', took a large ax of Xuanhua from the weapon rack in the tent, and walked over gradually.

Seeing this, Han Xian became more and more excited. In order to prevent the assassin from escaping, he used all his strength to hold him back, and shouted: "Little thief, today is your death day!"

Yang Feng clenched the ax with both hands and raised it high. The ax blade, which was meant to slash at the assassin, changed its direction in mid-air, and slashed hard at Han Siam's neck.

puff!

The head rolled to the ground like a cabbage, stained with a lot of dust.

Han Xian, who was headed in a different place, stared at Yang Feng with a pair of wide-eyed eyes. Maybe he didn't understand until his death why he fell into Yang Feng's hands.

Yang Feng didn't seem to feel too much guilt about this, he threw away the Xuanhua ax in his hand, took a white cloth towel from the side, wiped the blood splashed on his face, and then looked at the bloody spot on the ground. Head, expressionless: "Han Xian, don't blame me, people don't kill themselves. I gave you many opportunities just now, but you didn't cherish them yourself, so you can't blame me for being cruel."

After finishing speaking, Yang Feng called Xu Huang, handed over Han Siam's head, and asked him to send him to Lu Bu's camp as a certificate of surrender.

At this point, a dog-eat-dog drama has come to an end.

In Hedong County, the county guard's mansion.

Wei Hong, who was the Governor of Hedong at that time, was sitting alone in the hall, his armor was still on his body, his right hand was lining his head, and his face looked extremely tired.

After thinking about it for a while, Wei Hong recruited the steward and told him: "Go and call Zhongdi here."

The steward took the order and left.

Cough cough cough cough cough ~~~

Not long after, a violent coughing sound came from outside.

Before the person arrives, the cough comes first.

"Brother, are you looking for me?"

With the help of the maid, Wei Zhongdao walked into the hall. Now he is thin and pale, and he has long lost the vigor and vigor of Chang'an.

"Brother Zhong, Brother Wei has already ordered someone to pack your clothes and bags, and you are leaving tonight."

Wei Hong made arrangements, and he had already thought about where to go: "I heard that there is a person named Zhang Zhongjing in Bingzhou, who is called a miracle doctor by the local people, and I believe he can cure your lung disease. "

Seeing that the bandit army was about to break through the city, Wei Hong didn't know if he could hold out until Lu Bu's reinforcements.

Since his parents died one after another, the burden of the family has fallen on Wei Hong. He is a younger brother like Wei Zhongdao, so naturally he will not be allowed to stay in the city to wait to die.