There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

However, with a strong crossbow array guarding this path, Lu Bu's soldiers and horses could not rush out.

Seeing such a situation, the potter suddenly realized, and only then did he understand why Guo Jia dared to say that Lu Bu could be eliminated with this battle.

No matter how awesome Lu Bu is, he is not Sun Wukong, even if he is placed in an alchemy furnace, he will not be able to develop sharp eyes.

After burning, he can refine at most two gallstones.

At the moment, Guo Jia was playing the piano and singing, and at the same time ordered all the soldiers and horses to burn the mountains and block the roads in an orderly manner. He was talking and laughing, and the masts and sculls were wiped out in smoke.

After Guo Jia finished the missions given to the ministries, he played and sang Shen Jiang in the Seven Remonstrances again, and then looked at the potter with a smile, and said with a smile: "My lord, how is Guo's melody? Give me some pointers."

The potter has been watching him.

Seeing that Guo Jia had finally finished acting, he couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and said, "Isn't it just to command soldiers and horses to burn a mountain? See if you can, you have to bring a background music when you appear on the stage, so that I, the protagonist, will Still messing around?"

Guo Jia didn't understand the meaning of Tao Shang's words, and wondered: "What is background music?"

The pottery merchant snorted, and said slowly: "BGM, the kind that plays on the stage like Qiao Daxia and carries the speakers."

Guo Jia was even more confused.

"Don't say what Guo doesn't understand, just say that Guo trapped Lu Bu while he was playing the piano and reciting. Isn't he quite like an ancient Confucian general, pointing out the army and talking and laughing?"

The pottery merchant nodded vigorously, and stretched out his thumb: "You are the most proficient in rhythm among our Xuzhou army, except for Gan Ning."

"what?!"

Guo Jia was a little unconvinced after hearing this: "That guy Gan Ning is a brute, how can he compare with Guo when it comes to rhythm? Are you going to listen?"

The potter shrugged his shoulders: "Why can't we compare? There are not many people who love music like Gan Ning, and the aisles of others can make noise."

Guo Jia was stunned for a while, not quite understanding for a while.

When he was young, Guicai Fang suddenly woke up, thinking that Gan Ning was known as the Jinfan thief, with a string of big bells hanging on his waist every day.

His walk is really moving.

Thinking of this, Guo Jia couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, wishing he could go up and beat up the potter.

How can anyone be so cruel?

It's a pity that his physique really can't beat Tao's.

The potter looked at the smoldering mountain li, and said in a rather uneasy tone: "You have to pay attention to the temperature of the fire, don't really cook Lu Bu, as I said, I don't want him to die yet."

Guo Jia rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Guo didn't bring any salt. He won't be roasted to death this time! Although the fire was fierce, it could only burn halfway up the mountain for the time being, and at most it would only choke people. Endangering Lu Bu's life, after Lu Bu rushed down the mountain a few times when he was young and was blocked, he will naturally be honest, and then you can go to sell him favors."

"Brother Gan is bothering you, and I will treat you to a big grilled skewer later."

Chapter 272 A Gentleman and Marquis Wen

As Guo Jia said, after the Tao merchant army set fire to the mountain, Lu Bu saw the huge fire and the soldiers under his command panicked again, and immediately began to organize troops to break through the narrow mouths on the east and west sides of the mountain.

The problem is that at this time, the two narrow entrances have been firmly guarded by Gan Ning and Xu Huang with their strong bows and crossbows.

Lu Bu organized his soldiers and horses to charge several times, but unfortunately they were all unsuccessful.They left a lot of corpses on the mountainside, and then hurried back to the mountain.

The soldiers of the Bingzhou Army were at a loss under the smoldering fire and the oppression of the crossbow.

The provocative and choking black smoke has completely deprived the Bingzhou Army of fighting spirit. Under the threat of the terrifying power of nature, these bloodthirsty and combative soldiers began to cry bitterly, showing their ugly faces one by one. The cowardice and humbleness hidden in my heart completely exploded at this moment.

Lu Bu himself was also dizzy from the smoke.

He stood at the air vent, because the fire smoke had begun to lack oxygen, and his thoughts were not very clear.

Lu Bu was filled with grief and indignation, and he couldn't help shouting, "Does the sky want to kill me?"

Not only people, but also the war horses on the mountain began to lose control because of the smoke and fire, and a huge commotion occurred.

The horses howled and howled and kicked, the sound was horrific, thanks to Lu Bu who had tied the horses before the army, otherwise under the turmoil, it is unknown what big things will happen.

The problem is that Lu Bujun can't even take care of people now, so how can he have time to worry about the panicked horses?

At the time when the Bingzhou Army was in a dilemma, the pottery merchant was ready to appear on the stage.

The fire burned in the mountains, making Lu Bujun choke and howl, even if he wanted to flee in all directions, but facing the monstrous fire, and the pottery merchant army who blocked the dirt roads on both sides with hard crossbows, Lu Bujun had no choice but to Can quietly wait for death.

At this moment, Lu Bu himself has fallen into despair.

He organized a charge to attack the two road crossings several times, and the pottery merchants' strong bows and crossbows were defended at one point, and his own army could not be used at all. The ending of being shot through a sieve.

The flames are like a giant beast, gnawing at the soul and fighting spirit of Lu Bujun.

Lu Bu knew in his heart that even if the fire could not reach the mountain in the end, under the strong smoke and the heat of the fire, he could easily take down his own soldiers and horses when the fire finally subsided and the potters' soldiers waited for work.

Thinking of this, a trace of sadness flashed in Lu Bu's heart, and he once again roared to the sky, expressing all the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"I will rule the world for many years, I never thought that I would die here today!"

At this moment, a brisk and distant shout was suddenly heard from the foot of the mountain.

"Is Marquis Wen there? Mr. Taiping is calling for Marquis Lu Wen! Repeat, Mr. Taiping is calling for Marquis Lu! Did Marquis Wen hear that? If you hear it, please fart."

The potter held a primitive big iron horn like a wind instrument, the top was thin and the bottom was thick. He was at the foot of the mountain, facing the fire, shouting at Lu Bu up the mountain.

Lu Bu heard the potter's yell, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Taiping, isn't that the nickname of the pottery merchant in Danyang County?

This little thief is extremely annoying!The general was already cornered, and he actually wanted to humiliate the general face to face?

what!

This general's life and death matter is trivial, but he absolutely cannot be insulted by him face to face, and he can't answer what he says!

Having made up his mind, Lu Bu didn't pee on him.

The potter yelled at the foot of the mountain with the original big horn of the Eastern Han Dynasty for a long time, but he was puzzled when he saw that no one answered on the mountain.

He looked carefully at the big speaker in his hand, and murmured to himself: "Could it be that this thing is broken?"

Turning around, he saw Pei Qian standing not far behind him, and the pottery merchant immediately hooked his fingers at him, motioning for Pei Qian to come over.

Pei Qian walked up to the potter in doubt, but saw the potter smiled and said to him, "Put your ears here."

Pei Qian was very obedient, and turned his head to pass his right ear over.

The potter raised his horn and yelled loudly into Pei Qian's right ear, "Can you hear me?"