Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

The war horse wailed and brought her to the ground. Lu Bu grabbed the spear pierced into his shoulder and snapped it, breaking it.

Riding his horse back, Chitu neighed and led him to run towards the army.

"withdraw!!"

Lu Bu's voice resounded between the two armies.

"Ahem." Gu Nan stood up from the dust, and when he raised his head again, Lu Bu had already rushed a long way in the red rabbit.

Looking down at the broken spear in his hand, he threw half of the barrel on the ground, and patted Wuge on his waist.

Sure enough, it's better for you.

Chapter 331: People always have things they are not good at

"boom!"

A hand slapped heavily on the table, causing the tea set on the table to shake, and some tea splashed out and spilled on the table.

Dong Zhuo's expression was violent, his brows were furrowed together, his beard was trembling, he looked at the person in front of him with fierce eyes, and asked word by word.

"Say it again, the army was defeated?"

The general standing in front of Dong Zhuo directly knelt down, lowered his head, with cold sweat on his forehead, and panic in his eyes.

"Yes, more than [-] troops were lost, and it was difficult to defeat the armies of the princes. Hou Wen ordered us to enter the pass and retreat..."

Dong Zhuo's body sat down in front of the table, his huge body made him sit on the seat for a while, his eyes moved, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Where is Fengxian? Call him to see me."

"Yes, I'll go here." The general stood up, cupped his fists and walked out of the camp quickly.

His body was covered in cold sweat, and the moment he walked out, the cold wind blew, and it was so cold to the bone.As if he had escaped a catastrophe, he took a breath and rushed towards the barracks in Guanzhong.

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"Cough cough."

The barracks stink of blood.

Lu Bu sat alone at the table, most of the armor on his body was removed, and there was a bruise on his abdomen, which was already turning blue.

The wound on the right shoulder was even more horrifying. A gun head pierced the shoulder with most of the broken gun shaft, almost piercing through the right shoulder. It simply didn't break the shoulder bone, otherwise it would be fatal.

But even so, Lu Bu knew that it would be impossible for this hand to fully recover in the future.

He reached out and held the tip of the gun, the blood on it had already started to coagulate into plasma, and it was sticky in his hand.

"Hmph!" He snorted in pain, and slowly exerted force on the hand holding the tip of the gun, and the spear pierced into his shoulder was pulled out little by little.

"Stab." The tip of the gun was removed, and the flesh and blood on his shoulders rolled up, revealing the bones inside. The blood flowed continuously, staining the robe on his body red.

Lu Bu's face turned pale, he threw the spear on the ground, took off the shoulder armor on his right shoulder and the robe on his body, and treated the wound.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Bu sat at the table and let out a long sigh of relief.

The armor on his body was unloaded on the ground, white cloth was tied around his shoulders and waist, and the wounds were already covered with wound medicine and tied up.

His right hand was still trembling slightly, and the wound on his shoulder was even more painful under the action of the wound medicine.

Sweating on his forehead, Lu Bu's eyes fell on the table, stretched out his left hand to the bloody cloth on the table, and took out a cloth figure.

Half of the cloth man's face was torn open, and the cloth was scattered outside, and the cloth man's face was also stained with blood and turned brown.

Gently put the cloth man down again, in the dark room, the smell of blood was a bit pungent, Lu Bu looked at the cloth man and wondered what he was thinking.

"The general has something to report."

A voice came from outside the barracks, Lu Bu gently covered the cloth man with the cloth on the table, and spoke.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan, Lu Bu's generals, walked in.

"General, Lord Xiangguo calls you to discuss matters."

"..."

Lu Bu was silent for a moment, and then replied in a deep voice, "Just say that I am seriously injured and cannot move."

"Yes." Zhang Liao nodded, looked at Lu Bu's appearance and didn't say much.

In today's battle, seeing Lu Bu's injured retreat really shocked him.

I heard that it was done by a general wearing a bamboo hat in the army of the princes, but I don't know who can have this martial art.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Liao was about to retreat, but was stopped by Lu Bu and stopped: "What else is there, General?"

"Wen Yuan, I wonder if there are any needles and threads in our army?"

Lu Bu squinted his eyes and looked out of the room, as if to make sure if there was anyone else, and his tone was a little stiff.

"Needle and thread?" Zhang Liao was taken aback and asked uncertainly.

"The general said it was a needlework for female reds?"

"Cough!" With a dry cough, Lu Bu nodded without knowing what expression he was making.

"Yes, are there any in the military?"

The corners of Zhang Liao's mouth twitched, his face was inexplicable, what does the general want the female red's needle and thread for?

He lowered his head, not daring to let Lu Bu see his expression, and said.

"Understood, subordinate, try to find..."

"Well, let's go."

Hulaoguan is getting colder at night, if this continues, it should be snowing soon.

"Tat Tat Tat." A group of patrolling soldiers walked by with spears and spears. Except for the sound of their footsteps and the howling wind, the night was very quiet.

Most of the lights in Guanzhong were dimmed, and those exhausted soldiers who came back from the battlefield didn't want to do anything other than fall asleep.

The lights in Lu Bu's room were still on, and a figure was reflected on the window.