The Rebirth of Lu Bu in the Legend of the Heroes of the Later Han Dynasty

Lu Bu gathered the defeated troops and retreated back to Yingchuan County. That night, Lu Bu and Zhu Jun discussed military affairs.

"Since Bu joined the army, there has never been such a disastrous defeat in hundreds of battles. This is a shame." Lu Bu slapped the table.

Zhu Jun cupped his hand and said, "The imperial army has been defeated repeatedly in battles. Every time it is controlled by sorcery, there must be something fishy in it."

"I have cracked the illusion. It lies in the terrain. Clouds and mist often rise in that canyon, and the airflow turns into strong winds, blowing down from the mountain." This was Lu Bu's thought after his defeat.

"Does General Lu have any plan to defeat the enemy?" Zhu Jun asked.

"As long as our army is approaching and the weather is bad, the canyon will be filled with dark clouds and sand and rocks will fly. Zhang Bao took advantage of this and turned the natural weather into his own magic to disrupt the morale of our army. Wait for me tonight Go and check the terrain, and then decide how to defeat the enemy." Lu Bu said happily.

After dinner, Lu Bu rode alone near the canyon. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the wilderness was vast, full of dewdrops, shining in the moonlight. The hills in the distance looked like lying oxen. The bad weather that plagued the army during the day was peaceful and peaceful in the moonlight.

"Yes, climb up the cliff next to it and launch an attack from the unexpected place of the Yellow Turban Thief. It will definitely win a big victory." Thinking of the way to defeat the enemy, Lu Bu showed a long-lost smile.

The next day, Lu Bu asked Zhu Jun to lead his soldiers to hold banners and beat gongs and drums to confuse the enemy from yesterday's attack route and make a feint attack. He led Cao Xing and a hundred wolf cavalry battalions to quietly advance to the northern cliff ten miles away from the Xiamen Highlands. These soldiers, who had been fighting since childhood, worked hard and finally succeeded in climbing the corner of the mountain at noon.

In order to boost morale, after all the soldiers climbed to the top of the mountain, Lu Bu held a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the sky. The ceremony was held at this time because he was worried that the soldiers would be affected by the defeat of Zhu Jun's soldiers yesterday and fear witchcraft.

After the ceremony, Lu Bu pointed his finger to the sky and said, "Look, there is no evil wind or thunder today. Zhang Bao's magic has been deprived of its power by the gods. Men of Bingzhou, pick up your spears, follow Lu Bu and charge." !”

The soldiers responded one after another, and the shouts were like thunder. Hundreds of people attacked along the ridge towards the Yellow Turban Army camp.

Just like yesterday, Zhang Bao went to the valley under the banner of General Digong to scare Zhu Jun's attacking army.

At this time, a cry of killing unexpectedly rang out in the mountains. Zhang Bao turned around and asked his men: "Is there a traitor?" In fact, he was not the only one who thought so, the voice of the traitor had already spread among the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhang Bao was furious: "Damn it, who is it that disturbs the morale of our army? Watch me kill him."

He told his lieutenants to guard the pass, and led a small team of troops to the camp deep in the valley. Just as Zhang Bao was marching, an arrow pierced the sky and shot into Zhang Bao's temple.

Zhang Bao tried to cover the gushing blood with his hands.

"what!"

He yelled and pulled out the arrow, but unfortunately he only pulled out the arrow shaft. The arrow had been nailed deeply into the skull. Only the word "LV" was engraved on the arrow shaft. Before he could say the word "hateful", the nine-foot-tall man Gudong With a sound, he fell to the ground and his soul returned to the sky.

"The thief Zhang Bao has been shot dead by this general. Brothers, it's time to make a great contribution. Kill!" Lu Bu's loud voice echoed back and forth in the valley.

As the charge began, the Bingzhou troops rushed out together like a rushing stream, killing all the Yellow Turban troops without leaving a single piece of armor behind. Cao Xing also led a small group of people to set a fire in the stronghold, and black smoke rose from the valley.

The stream flowing down the upper reaches has been dyed red, and accompanied by strong winds, the fire turned into a wildfire. "Those who surrender will not be killed!" I heard Lu Bu's order. The yellow scarf thieves all had dull expressions, dropped their weapons, and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

This battle was a great victory. More than 10,000 Yellow Turban rebels were beheaded, the thief Zhang Bao was shot to death, and more than 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were captured.

Lu Bu adopted a lenient attitude towards the surrender of the Yellow Turban Army. He said to the prisoners, "You are originally good people, but you were bewitched by the Taiping Cult and rebelled against the imperial court. Now I will give you two choices. The first one is It is for you to return to your place of origin and not to fight against the imperial court. The second is that you return with me to Bingzhou. There is a lot of land there. As long as it is taken back from the Xianbei people, it will be our own land. You will be the people under my rule, Lu Bu. , are no longer a killing tool in the hands of others, but free people. You should think carefully about how to choose."

Under Lu Bu's inspiration, without exception, one hundred thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were willing to return to Bingzhou with Lu Bu, because their homes had been destroyed, and although Bingzhou was far away, there was a chance to become free people again. What an attractive opportunity it was. .