Rust! Rain! Woo woo! Woo woo! Meow! Gret! Woo woo! At the end of April, the spring rhyme of hundreds of beasts crowing. The scorpions, sheep, puppies, cats, chickens, and wolf, who were immersed in the family tradition, were still shouting the slogan of justice, although they were tired and tired, they still shouted the slogan of justice: Spring is here, and it is time for mating again.

The White Wolf King Yu Xiao lay in the wolf garden woven by fox fur, comfortably showing off the wolf king's right to sow. His resentment towards his master Lu Bu riding the little black horse without riding him when he went to war, all of his resentment dissipated. The black stupid horse was still proud, but he didn't know how romantic and comfortable Mr. Wolf lived!

Everything has spirits. The creation of a life, whether it is an animal or a human, is born from the essence and blood of his parents, and cannot pop out of the cracks of the stones.

Lu Bu took the lead and let the spring breeze blow to the northwest blow, his gradually thickened beard. The corners of his eyes were a little wet. It has been more than a year since he left. Is my mother safe at home in the distance? Friendly neighbors, uncles, and aunts are still working diligently?

When parting, the macho man who was a monster made a vow in his heart: Don’t be in luxury, don’t return home! When you return, you must make every household in Lujiabao praise the Lu family as a good man!

Is my mother sitting alone in the distant distance, looking at the direction of Yuzhou, unwilling to turn away from her sight for a long time, but she could only talk about Changan to the old locust tree in front of the door!

Can the three hundred soldiers who followed him, the pioneer, come out to explore, the uncles who he once affectionately called him Buer and the aunts' dear ones, bring them back to their hometown intact?

Is there a silk thread connected to endless lovesickness? Can it be tied to Lujiabao and tied to Lujiajun on the other end, clearly conveying each other's family love and longing?

The guard of a county holds tens of thousands of soldiers in his hand. With a command, he bleed and drifted, and he was one million troops. Is this a corner of the brocade clothes?

"It's almost done, mother. After the child wiped out the Yellow Turbans and had a strong suit, the child will not let his mother be alone at home anymore!"

It has been a day and a night since Lu Bu received the military order from Huang Pusong to follow Huang Pusong's 20,000 troops to rescue Changshe, which was besieged by Bocai and protect Changshe's granary.

Jia County is about 57.99 kilometers away from Changshe County. In order to maintain the security of the march and maintain combat power, Huang Pusong ordered the army to move forward at a constant speed of 30 kilometers a day.

One day and one night are not too long, but I don’t know if the army is lucky or the ragged and simple-equipped Yellow Turban soldier in front of me is too lucky. He can even meet him unexpectedly on the wide Yingzhou Plain.

In short, for Huang Pusong, this Yellow Turban people with more than 5,000 people was a pie that fell from the sky. They were used as stepping stones for his merits.

When Lu Bu's Eight Thousand Wolf Cavalry surrounded the unlucky Yellow Turban Army in accordance with Lu Bu's military order, Lu Bu suspected that his eyes were dazzled. He actually saw the rebirth after the disaster and his expression of joy in the face of the Yellow Turban, which was more than 5,000 people.

"Why are you so happy? If you surrender to the treason, your crimes cannot be forgiven. Put down your weapons and don't resist, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!" Lu Bu said coldly with a painted halberd in his hand.

"General, don't misunderstand it! Cough cough, we are not the Yellow Turban Army, we are all people with great hearts. Cough cough, the reason we wrap ourselves in the Yellow Turban is to get rid of the harm of the Yellow Turban thieves!" A trembling old man walked out of the people's escort. He coughed violently while walking, but he still did not forget to explain.

"How do I believe you? Put down my weapons, and I will report your situation to the General General of the Imperial General!" Lu Bu's expression was slower and he shouted coldly.

The old man pondered for a long time, speechless for a while. His expression sometimes struggled, sometimes feared, sometimes helpless, sometimes hesitated.

"Why are you afraid of your shadow slanting in your body? Could it be that you are really a stubborn Yellow Turban thief?" Lu Bu only had three points of faith in his heart, and his tone became colder.

"Forget it! I hope the general is not the cunning person who kills good people and makes excuses. Otherwise, even if I turn into a ghost, I will come to find you for life!" The old man sighed, and his back, which had never bent when he saw Lu Bu, was hunched over.

"Put down your weapons and kneel down. I hope this general can treat us kindly!"

Crazy! Half a piece of wooden stick, rusty iron hoe, oblique kitchen knife, eight-toothed rake, rolling pin without dripping...

It was a mess, and all kinds of weapons were thrown on the ground. If these could be called weapons.

More than 5,000 people obviously listened to the old man. They threw away their weapons, threw away the yellow scarf on their heads, knelt on the ground respectfully, and lowered their heads deeply.

Seeing this, Lu Bu had reached the highest point in his heart. He asked the eight thousand wolf cavalry to surround the five thousand people and stood by. He rode his horse to Huang Pusong's Central Military Office.

The army was marching. Huang Pusong, the main general, had a total of 1,000 elite guards guarding him. Lu Bu also arrived near Huang Pusong after four or five interrogations.

Lu Bu explained the situation of more than 5,000 people one by one and gave his own insights.

"Although these five thousand people were wrapped in yellow turbans, according to Bu's opinion, this was forced by the situation. The yellow turbans in Yingchuan County were rampant, and the people had more protective colors, which was considered a helping hand!" Lu Bu said.

"Lu Yunzhong, this Zhonglang has been favored by the country. Now you have asked me to let go of the Yellow Turban people who defected to the thieves. Are you going to trap me in a state of disloyalty and unrighteousness?" Huang Pusong sighed and said.

"How could the Emperor General of the Imperial Palace recognize that they must be following the thief? If they were really the Yellow Turbans, why didn't Bu see them resisting in front of the army? Instead, he surrendered obediently, threw away the Yellow Turbans, and begged for mercy? It should be noted that the main characteristic of the real Yellow Turban people is that they are not afraid of death under the brainwashing of Zhang Jiao Taiping's teachings, and even regard the Yellow Turbans on their heads as more important than life. And they are just ordinary people!" Lu Bu said fiercely.

Huang Pusong's face changed, and he was speechless by Lu Bu's words of affection and reason. After a long time, he was quite angry and said: They were wrapped in yellow turbans, and they had the wish of following the thief. No matter how you make any sophistry, they could not change the ban issued by the court; those who wrapped in yellow turbans on their heads were followers. Killing them should have merits and power!

"They obeyed Bu's orders and put down their weapons. Now the Emperor Pu Zhonglang is determined to do his own thing, trying to kill the innocent people! Bu may not be able to change Zhonglang's thoughts, nor do he understand Zhonglang's true thoughts, but with Feng first, you can't move them!" Lu Bu said calmly and calmly.

"Lu Bu, for the sake of more than 5,000 Yellow Turbans who followed the thief, you want to commit the crime? What is the word "loyalty in your heart? Are you confused?" Huang Pusong asked angrily.

"Good intentions are in mind, and loyalty is at ease. How dare Bu forget it? But Bu wants to hear Zhonglang's truth. According to Bu's opinion, Zhonglang is a person who understands the truth and is also a person who distinguishes the right and wrong. Why is it wrong today and wants to attack these five thousand innocent people?" Lu Bu asked loudly with his eyes as deep as the abyss and like the sea.

Huang Pusong's expression changed instantly. He frowned for a while, then lowered his voice and said coldly in a voice that only the closest guards around him could hear: This is out of my mouth and into your ears, so don't spread it. In my opinion, the probability of these five thousand people being Yellow Turban thieves is only three points. But no matter whether they are Yellow Turban or not, I will make up my mind to kill them.

First, killing them can greatly shock the morale of the army that was exhausted for a long battle, spreading such achievements into a great victory before the conquest of Bocai, and even good fortune from heaven is not unfair.

Secondly, killing them can make our King Master understand a simple but crucial truth. The evil path of the Yellow Turban is, even if he is not afraid of death, he can still be killed. If his head falls off and his body is pierced, it is also a word for death.

Third, killing them and reporting victory to the court will make the court calm and calm. It will neither make a foolish decision to change generals at the last minute nor issue policies that will make everyone panic.

These more than 5,000 people, regardless of whether they were Yellow Turbans or not, could die for the stability of the court, the morale of the king, and the stability of the country. It was also considered a place for death! Even if they were truly innocent people, wouldn’t it be great!

When Lu Bu listened to Huang Pusong's words, he seemed to be able to hear the determination and indifference in his heart from Huang Pusong's tone. In front of the king and the national crisis, the people and the innocent, he threw away his own emotions without hesitation and stood on the side of the king and the national crisis.

Lu Bu admired Huang Pusong's loyalty and wisdom, but he could not agree with Huang Pusong's thoughts and ideas.

"These more than 5,000 people, Bu will not let the Emperor General Secretary move at all." Lu Bu said first.

"You?" Huang Pusong's eyes widened and furious.

Lu Bu waved his hand lightly and then said: But Bu can give you a safer and safer solution for what Huang Pu Zhonglang is thinking about. I don’t know if the General of the Zhonglang listens or stops.”

"You have a way?" Huang Pusong asked in disbelief by opening his mouth wide, revealing a row of white front teeth.

"Yes!" Lu Bu nodded!

"Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, I hope to hear it carefully!" Huang Pusong looked anxious and grabbed Lu Bu's arm.

"This plan comes out of my mouth and into your ears. Don't spread it outside. According to my opinion, you just need..."

Huang Pusong listened carefully and vaguely felt that this opening remark was a little familiar...

Lu Bu and Huang Pusong chatted for an hour, until they felt that this plan was foolproof. Huang Pusong smiled and asked Lu Bu to retreat.

Lu Bu took the lead, allowing the spring breeze that blew towards the northwest to blow its gradually thick beard. He looked at the five thousand people who had been escorted. Among them were 14 or 15 years old, 15-year-old men, 15-year-old men, 13-year-old men, and 13-year-old women. Some of their relatives were still there, and some were no longer there. Even the object of missing them turned into a separation between yin and yang.

Compared to them, at least Lu Bu is still happy. But on the road to pursuing fame and power, Lu Bu asked himself, will he become the next Huangpusong-like figure one day?

No one can give him an answer, only the quiet wind gently blows his gradually dense beard before the coming war.
Chapter completed!