The Mansion of the Han Hussar General.

In a corner of the inner courtyard, on the high platform of the pavilion.

Huang Yueying wore a formal red and black dress and a large cloak, and stood leaning on the railing.

The huge cheers climbed over the government office wall, jumped on the roof tiles, and then rushed straight to the high platform, shaking Huang Yueying's sleeves and skirts.

Huang Yueying looked into the distance.

That side should be the direction where your husband is.

Presumably at this moment, it is my husband who is being cheered by everyone on the high platform...

It was too far away, and I could only vaguely see some colorful spots, but I couldn't see the people clearly.

Somewhat depressed.

Huang Yueying looked at the grand, complicated, and equally gorgeous clothes she was wearing, and sighed softly.

It was so lively, and I really wanted to see it with my own eyes. It was a pity that I could no longer stand on top of the plow my father had built and peek through the wall like I did back then.

A thin voice sounded behind her. Huang Yueying turned around and saw Cai Yan walking up the stairs.

"Well, didn't you just say that you couldn't tell?" Huang Yueying teased.

"The sound was too loud..." Cai Yan smiled slightly, "I couldn't help it."

Huang Yueying laughed, and then moved a little to the side to make room for Cai Yan. "It's windy here, but you can't actually see it."

The high platform in the Han Dynasty was only relatively higher than the flat house. It was probably about the height of the third floor in later generations. At this height, if you want to see clearly outside the Huqifu Yamen, or further away

The situation on Zhuque Xuanwu Street is almost impossible.

Of course, there are higher ones, such as the watchtower for sentries and scouts, but that thing is inconvenient to get up and down, and the place is too small to allow a few people to stand.

Cai Yan walked to Huang Yueying, looked around, and then nodded, "Indeed... I can only see some flags and colorful silks... and they are too far away..."

"Hmm..." Huang Yueying pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, "By the way, there is a telescope! New style! I... um, ink fountain! Go to my room and get the telescope from the paint box!"

Mo Dou responded, then turned around and walked down the stairs.

Cai Yan turned around and glanced, "What? Your husband has confiscated her yet?"

Huang Yueying curled her lips, "This stupid Mo Dou, last time... I asked her to wear thin clothes to show off in front of her husband, but she wore less clothes. As a result... when she got to her husband, she actually sneezed! That snot is all over her nose.

...It made me want to strangle her to death on the spot...Where are you? Serving the book? Holding the piano?"

Cai Yan shook his head slightly.

"Well..." Huang Yueying sighed slightly, "This matter... oh, sometimes I don't know what to say..."

Ever since Yami entered the Husband's Mansion, Huang Yueying and Cai Yan felt an invisible threat, and then they felt that instead of taking advantage of the foreigner, it was better to make arrangements for the foreigner first.

Not long after, Mo Dou came back with the telescope, but behind her, there were still a few people, who seemed to be the Yami that Huang Yueying and Cai Yan were talking about just now.

"This person is really careless. Whoever you talk about is the one who comes..." Huang Yueying rolled her eyes covertly, "Let them go to the other high platform and don't come to squeeze with us."

Han buildings are generally symmetrical, so there are high platforms on the left and right.

Under the high platform, Yami saluted Huang Yueying and Cai Yan with a somewhat stiff and awkward posture, and then ran towards another high platform.

"It seems that we still need to learn more about this etiquette..." After Huang Yueying glanced at Yami, she turned her attention to the telescope again, squinting and turning the monocular to adjust the focus, "This is

Newly made... using the latest colored glaze... Well, my husband said it should be called glass... Ha! I saw it!"

When Cai Yan heard this, his slender fingers moved slightly, but in the end he held back and did not move.

"I saw it...hehe..." Huang Yueying smiled, then stretched out her hand to tug Cai Yan's sleeve. It took a moment to react and handed the binoculars over, "Hey! In that direction! It's a pity that my husband doesn't turn around.

...』

Cai Yan smiled and said nothing, but squinted one eye and went to the telescope to look, and then quickly found Fei Qian's figure.

Under the flags fluttering, Fei Qian was standing on the high platform, waving to the front...

Then there was another huge wave of sound rolling in.

"It's so lively..."

……(?▽?)/(?▽?)/……

"..." On the stone steps at the street entrance, Lu Yu looked at the rolling torrent of steel in front of him and murmured something.

Guan Ning, who was on the side, seemed to hear something, but seemed not to hear anything, so he asked, "What did you say just now?"

"I said," Lu Yu raised his voice, still looking forward, "I know why my father lost back then!"

Guan Ning was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. He turned to look at Lu Yu, and then his throat slipped, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he stared blankly at the military formations rolling past in front of him, feeling speechless.

At that time, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty appointed Lu Zhi as Beizhonglang General and led the soldiers from the five schools of the Northern Army to Jizhou to quell the Yellow Turban Army.

At first, Lu Zhi won consecutive battles, and Zhang Jiao led his army to retreat to Guangzong County and defend the city. Lu Zhi led his army to surround Guangzong County, dug trenches, made siege equipment, and prepared to attack the city. At this time, Liu Hong sent

Zuo Feng of the Xiaohuang clan went to Lu Zhi's army to inspect his work. Someone advised Lu Zhi to bribe Zuo Feng, but Lu Zhi refused. Zuo Feng did not get any benefits, so he held a grudge. In June, after Zuo Feng returned to Luoyang, he slandered Liu Hongjin,

Liu Hong was furious and issued an edict to remove Lu Zhi from his post and escort him back to Luoyang in a prison car. He appointed Dong Zhuo as Dongzhonglang General and succeeded Lu Zhi in pacifying the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou...

This is the moment when the fates of Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo intersect.

When Dong Zhuo entered the capital and was domineering in Luoyang, Lu Zhi thought more than once that if Lu Zhi himself could capture Zhangjiao under Guangzong County, maybe the entire Han Dynasty would not be facing the abyss behind.

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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although the soldiers commanded by Lu Zhi at that time were from the five schools of the Northern Army, that is, the five battalions of Tunqi, Yueqi, Infantry, Changshui, and Shesheng, according to

Logically speaking, these five battalions should have been the strongest, best-equipped, and most morale Central Forbidden Army of the Han Dynasty at that time. However, in fact, these five battalions were lax in training and weak in physical strength. They only relied on more excellent soldiers than the Yellow Turban Thieves.

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Moreover, beside Lu Zhi, there was Wuhuan Zhonglang who served as his deputy.

What if the people beside Lu Zhi at that time were not the fifth battalion of the Northern Army with a huge reputation, but these elites who had fought in hundreds of battles in front of him? What if his deputies did not have different intentions, but were loyal generals with one heart and one mind?

So will Lu Zhi's fate and the big man's fate be completely different?

His father, even when he died, never cursed the big man. He was just regretting that he missed the opportunity. But now Lu Yu has seen with his own eyes that Lu Zhi's wish has become a reality before his eyes!

This can be regarded as the powerful army of the Han Dynasty!

A mighty force, a powerful army sweeping across the world!

if……

Lu Yu thought about it, but found that she didn't know when her face burst into tears.

Father, have you seen it?

The powerful army of the Han Dynasty that I will talk about until my death!

But not in the Northern Army, not in Luoyang, but here...

……/(tot)/~~……

In the middle of Zhuque Street.

Ma Yan's body was as steady as a mountain, but his slightly gray beard was trembling slightly.

If someone had told him a few years ago that he could become a general today, or even be able to do so in front of thousands of people, surrounded by endless cheers and envious eyes, Ma Yan would have given that person a few big words.

, let him wake up.

But now, Ma Yan feels like she is dreaming...

Sweet dreams.

The kind of sweet dream you never want to wake up from.

In a daze, Ma Yan seemed to see the bloody Shura field in his heart again.

That was Shangjun, that was his former home.

That was a nightmare that he couldn't forget...

At the foot of the mountain, as far as the eye can see, there are corpses scattered everywhere. The Bingzhou soldiers, which the Han people were once most proud of, are exposed in the wilderness like this. I don’t know whether it is out of hatred or to show off, but those barbarians are not so kind as to give up.

They buried the remains, only took away the armor and weapons they wanted, and left the corpses lying there. A few miles away, the strong smell of rotting corpses in the air was unbearable.

To be nauseated.

And he crawled out from the pile of bones.

In the distance, a broken flag stood slanted in the sunset. The evening breeze rolled up the flag, and the words "Great Han Du Liao" were still faintly visible. The flag was still there, but the soldier holding the flag had long since fallen.

Large groups of carnivorous vultures swarmed the sky, rising and falling one after another, screaming strangely as if to celebrate their good luck.

A vulture rushed towards Ma Yan, seeming to think that Ma Yan was also a corpse.

Ma Yan slashed subconsciously, but found that there was no weapon in his hand!

Countless cheers brought Ma Yan back to reality. He stretched out his hand and the sun shone on his black light armor. It seemed to absorb all the brilliance and also shone on his hand. He could see clearly that he was painting.

Under the black-painted palms, there are hands wearing leather gloves, which are clean without any dust, let alone the blood that cannot be removed from the memory.

The people who were watching thought that the horse extended his hand to salute them, so they started to make more noise, making a deafening sound that made their eardrums buzz.

Yes, Ma Yan clenched his fists, as if he wanted to hold the happiness, glory, and everything in front of him tightly in his hands, hold them in his hands, and keep them in his heart!

Let this warm and shuddering feeling wash away the shame and sadness of the year!

In February of the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turbans were in chaos.
To be continued...