The quiet night is cold and lonely. But there are torches everywhere on the Changshe City Tower and brightly lit.

The narrow lights illuminate exhausted and bloody figures. The strong smell of blood floated in the night sky and could not dissipate for a long time. The dark night crow's eyes were bloody and lingering in the low altitude, wanting to have a full meal and drink among the bones full of wreckage.

Wang Yun was wearing a long Shu brocade robe and leaned on a city wall. He smelled the pungent smell. In a daze, his eyes closed and opened, closed and opened, closed and opened, closed and opened.

The day and night of not closing his eyes and the dripping water made Wang Yun feel so tired that he wanted to snore and fall asleep. However, he did not dare to sleep. He was afraid that he would not wake up as soon as he fell asleep.

Ding ding ding ding ding! The harsh gong sounded, awakening him who was in a daze.

He opened his eyes, and the light suddenly surged in his old eyes: What are you knocking? Is the Yellow Turban bandit attacking again?

Four servants of the royal family who were watching him at night looked at each other, and one of them replied respectfully: Master, it doesn't sound like it. The sound of the gong sounds dense and pleasant but not rushing, which is very different from the sound of the gong on weekdays.

"Master, Master, good news, good news, our reinforcements seem to have arrived!" A royal family member who was closest to the suspension bridge ran over excitedly and reported.

"Who is under the banner?" Wang Yun asked in a deep voice.

"The reinforcement flag is written with Huang Pu, Lu, Zhao and other banners, which is less than 100 meters away from our city." The servant hurriedly reported.

"Is General Huangpu coming? Haha, I am the prince's teacher!" Wang Yun looked excited, and his face turned from worry to joy.

"You will go with me to see you! Also, I will send a few people to the county magistrate, county magistrate and food and supplies officer of Changshe County. I cannot manage them, but someone can manage them!"

After Wang Yun finished his order, he quickly walked to the city gate tower to stroke his hair and bearded with expectations on his face.

"Is General Huang Pusong under the city gate?"

Looking at the tight military formation formed by a fire-colored dragon under the firelight, Wang Yun asked in an old and neither humble nor arrogant manner.

Huang Pusong, Lu Bu, Zhao Guangran and others rode under the city gate tower. When he heard Wang Yun’s question, Huang Pusong was vaguely familiar with him and thought he had hallucinations. Because he heard that this was the voice of the Censor Wang Yun. But Wang Yun was not staying in the capital, so why did he run to the crisis-ridden Changshe without saying a word?

"I am Huang Pusong. Is Wang Yun and the Censor of the City Gate?" Huang Pusong leaned out and presented his appearance more clearly under the fire.

Seeing that Huang Pusong was indeed correct, Wang Yun said happily: Open the city gate quickly and welcome General Huang Pu and others into the city.

After yelling, Wang Yun felt his throat hurt, his head was dizzy, and he fell into exhaustion.

"Master! Lord Governor! Lord Lord!" There was a sound of care and anxiety around.

...

The next day, dawn.

Wang Yun woke up and found himself lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt. Suddenly, he felt his face burning a little, and his whole body was slightly uncomfortable.

After looking around, I found that Huang Pusong and several strangers were all gathering on him, and their eyes were showing care.

"Please forgive me for being ill and ill. I can't bow to General Huangpu!" Wang Yun sat up and said to Huangpusong.

"Brother Wang is lying down! Publicity is public courtesy, privateness is private affairs. Now you are fighting for the court bloody battle and falling sick. Whether it is public or private, you don't need to salute me!" Huang Pusong came closer, held Wang Yun's hand, and comforted him.

"But the military law of the court cannot be abolished. In extraordinary times, military law should be strictly followed! I, the governor of Yuzhou, should be respected as the king's army." Wang Yun said stubbornly.

Huang Pusong let go of his hand, his eyes paused, and he stood straight in an instant, first making a standard solemn and bent over the military salute: The prince’s army has made contributions to guarding the Changshe, and he will make up for the fatal mistake for Yizhen. Please accept my greeting!

Lu Bu looked at Huang Pusong and Wang Yun, the old guy who had experienced vicissitudes, and thoughtfully thoughtfully. It has to be said that Wang Yun and Huang Pusong, who can leave traces in history, are not simple characters. The simple dialogue between the two included many things.

Perhaps there are many things that only two of them can understand but outsiders think are plausible. This may be why they can become the commander of the three armies, and some people can only farm and sell sweet potatoes at home.

"Come on, come on, come on, let me introduce it to both sides. This hero is Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian. He became the prefect of Yunzhong County at a young age and his future is limitless!!!"

"This is the hero Zhao Guangran, the cousin of the prefect of Yanmen, Zhao Guangyi. In order to seize the Yellow Turbans, he came to help thousands of miles away!!!"

"This one is..."

Huang Pusong strives to not neglect a general and not neglect Wang Yun. After a while, Lu Bu and others nodded repeatedly. Lu Bu doesn't know what other generals think. But at least Lu Bu feels that Huang Pusong's introduction to everyone is quite pertinent, neither exaggerating nor pretending to suppress!

Wang Yun and Lu Bu and others greeted each other little because Wang Yun was still on the hospital bed. After briefly holding his fists and saying hello, Huang Pusong led Lu Bu and others to say goodbye.

Lu Bu looked at Wang Yun deeply, but unexpectedly, the old man also came to Yuzhou and became a big shot.

"I won't let you be more beautiful than before, Old Man Wang, my Chaner's account will be settled slowly!"

In Lu Bu's heart, no matter how diligent Wang Yun is, he loves the people, and is knowledgeable! How unique and intelligent, talented! He is inspiring to restore the Han Dynasty, paying attention to his own cultivation at all times, and not obsessed with luxury and enjoyment, how timely and unique!

Lu Bu even disliked Wang Yun. It was very simple. Because of Diao Chan, Wang Yun only had the three words that weighed more than a thousand pounds in Lu Bu's eyes, which made him feel heartbroken for Chan'er: a series of plans!

...

Lu Bu, who was in a bad mood when he saw Wang Yun, accompanied by Gao Shun, climbed the Changshe City Tower. Zhang Liao led the Five Thousand Wolf Cavalry and did not enter Changshe City, which was specially ordered by Lu Bu.

The cavalry should traverse the wilderness.

Cavalry should gallop on the ancient road of the plains.

Come and go like the wind, and the whereabouts are vague.

When they appear, it is the moment when the enemy's nightmare comes.

The three thousand cavalrymen who entered the city were reluctantly agreed upon by Huang Pusong's strong request.

"Lu Bu, you, a prodigal son, dare to go out of the city to fight?"

A sudden and unique cry of war came from far outside the city tower, which made Lu Bu frozen his brows in an instant. A sharp cold light passed through his eyes.

Battle: Where life lies in battle and fighting!

The desire for battle is already hidden deep in Lu Bu's hard work, and his persistence in fighting is even more deeply engraved in Lu Bu's heart.

Lu Bu looked down at the city tower below, like a king looking down at him. He saw clearly the square formation calling under the city tower and the general calling under the city tower.

The Yellow Turban Army below the city tower was no less than 12,000, all outside the range of 300 steps of bows and arrows.

All three thousand Yellow Turban Cavalry were wearing yellow armor, with a solemn face, silent and majestic standing at the forefront. The cavalry carefully selected from more than 200,000 people would not be underestimated.

Six thousand infantrymen were well prepared, arranged into three square formations of two thousand men, quietly located behind the cavalry.

Three thousand archers pulled the bowstrings with their hands and were guarded by six thousand light infantry groups.

...

Half an hour later.

A creaking sound! The city gate opens!,

Three thousand Bingzhou wolf riders were like wolves moving fast. Except for the galloping sound of horse hooves, there was no extra sound. As they came out, everyone's eyes had already risen with fighting spirit.

The 1,200-stalking camp followed the Sanqian Wolf Cavalry and marched out under Gao Shun. They were so low-key that they didn't even shout a decent slogan. Perhaps they already felt that it wasting too much to say to the dying people?

Lu Bu rode on the black stone, with a cold face, and looked at the cheerful Yellow Turban General without saying a word, with a flash of war light flashing in his eyes.

"You are the prodigal son Lu Bu? The eight thousand cavalry under your command seem to suit my taste. It's better to give them to me in exchange. I'll spare your life. What do you think? Hey, why are there only three thousand? Where are you hiding the other five thousand cavalry? Tell me quickly!"

Guan Hai's body surface was wearing hard copper armor and thick cotton armor inside, which protected the key points of his body well. Seeing that Lu Bu was only wearing a blue robe and casual clothes, holding a square sky painting halberd, a bow, and a arrow in his hand. He looked down upon him a little and said unscrupulously.

"Yes, do you want three thousand riders to help you or eight thousand riders to help you, as you wish." Lu Bu asked calmly.

"You agree? Since you agree, why is your tone so cold? Don't you know how to say something nice to me to beg for mercy? Even if I want to forgive you, I can't convince myself! I want eight thousand riders, all of them." Guan Hai asked suspiciously.

"Okay! You are scheduled to be dismembered by eight thousand cavalrymen. If you have the chance, I will satisfy your ambition before your death! So, pay some compensation first!" Lu Bu's eyes turned cold and he said lightly.

"Are you playing tricks on me? Why are you dismembered by eight thousand cavalry? What I want is your cavalry, nothing else! What is the reward?" Guan Hai was furious and furious.

"One of your arms and the nine-ring knife that you hold with your right arm is barely qualified as a reward!" Lu Bu suddenly smiled, his smile a little cold.

"Looking for death! Lu Bu, you bullied me too much! Take me a knife!"

The Nine-ring Sword is Guan Hai's treasure, and his arms are his reliance on making achievements and showing his martial arts.

In Guan Hai's eyes, Lu Bu was obviously a shameless boy. He didn't know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was? How could Guan Hai not be angry? How could he not be angry?

He slapped the red horse under his crotch hard, and Guan Hai rushed towards Lu Bu with an angry face.

Lu Bu was also unwilling to let go of the back, and with a slight psychic black stone sniffed loudly, running towards Guan Hai like a tiger roar.

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Chapter completed!