New Story of Lv Bu

Counting from the time when the Han army scouts rushed into the dense forest, it would take only a few hundred breaths of time to date. However, during these hundreds of breaths, hundreds of masked men suddenly violently attacked the Han army entering the forest indiscriminately. They used knives, fists, mouths, and even their lives as a price to pay the Han soldiers. The army caused huge casualties. This violent attack method is exactly the Yellow Turban long skill.

The first group rushed into the dense forest were more than a dozen Han army scouts, the second group was Zhang Xiu and his fifty or sixty fine riders, and the third group was more than ten masters under Ma Zhong's command. If these more than a hundred people were taken out alone, all of them would be a hundred long, even Qu Junhou. Now, after more than a hundred battles, there are only more than ten people left. Everyone’s face, body, and immediately They were all blood dripping, but they cried furiously.

As the elite among the elite of the Han army, they have always regarded honor as their life, and even if they were the last soldier in the battle, they would never abandon their weapons and surrender. What's more, behind them are King Wen, Jun Zhao Yi, and the general. Even if they are killed on the spot, they must not be allowed to watch jokes. What's more, Luoyang City is close at hand, the city guards and the sixteenth generals will be there soon.

The sacrifices made by the Han army were huge, but their sacrifices were absolutely worth it. In a flash, they turned over five or six hundred masked men. Looking around, the dense forest is full of layers of corpses, and Taiban are all masked men in different clothes. The gurgling blood flowed slowly, mixed with the dark brown soil and solidified together, exuding a thick, nasty smell.

The first to fall is almost always cannon fodder. According to the previous experience of fighting the Yellow Turban, the first to be driven forward and launch a decisive and critical attack must be the old, weak, women and children. Today, the first group of children struggling forward, but it is the burly old man, it can be seen that this time the Yellow Turban remnants have paid a lot of money. They must persevere to the end and exchange time for reinforcements at the cost of their lives.

Lü Bu galloped, widening his eyes and scanning slightly, there were about three or four hundred masked people in the dense forest. Compared with the first batch that fell, these people are all hard stubbles, all of them have high temples on both sides, burly and strong, and their eyes radiate two bright lights when they open and close. His grandma is a bear! The old books of the Yellow Turban were all here! Lu Bu cursed secretly in his heart. The Yellow Turban chaos has passed for more than ten years. I thought it would be over early, but I didn't expect it to be revived again! These three or four hundred talents are the main force in today's ambush.

These people were divided into three groups, about seventy to eighty in one group, led by a one-eyed man, and fought intensively around the only remaining Han army. Seeing that posture, they did not exert all their strength, but surrounded the remaining Han army regiments and prevented them from escaping from the encirclement. There were more than a hundred people in the second group, all with their eyes closed, sitting in the dense forest, as if they were meditating with their eyes closed, performing some kind of mysterious ritual. All of these people were dressed in black, with their faces hidden in their hats. The levels of martial arts were varied, and there were novices and novices.

The last group of people was about forty or fifty, carrying various weapons in their hands, standing quietly under the fiery sun, but there was no sweat on their heads and faces. This wave of talents is the enemy. The elite of the army! Everyone stared at the battle in front of them with piercing eyes, with a hint of contempt at the corners of their mouths. Looking from a distance, Yuan Zhiyue stopped, just like the immortal pine on the top of Mount Tai.

Lu Bu is the world's number one general, a hero of ten swings and ten battles, and a master of martial arts. At a glance, he can see through the key to the enemy formation. Those forty or fifty people are the core of the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. As long as they are defeated, the morale of these hundreds of Yellow Turbans will plummet, so that the military formation collapses and fled in all directions. Zhang Xiu and others looked very dangerous and dangerous, but the enemy's superintendent was not very dangerous.

"Duh! My Lu Feng comes first! Who dares to come forward!" Lu Bu's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he shouted, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring in the deep mountains and valleys, shaking the world. With a violent shout, Lu Bu galloped his horse, his horse hoof banged, and he rushed straight to the forty or fifty masters. Hearing this violent drink, hundreds of masked men present shivered together. This Lu Fengxian was indeed the world's number one military commander. It was this violent drink that shocked people’s eardrums. After several breaths, All seem to have lost their hearing.

"Get away!" The red rabbit galloped like electricity, and Lu Bu rounded the Fangtian painted halberd in his hand and swept toward the horse. Only a series of clanging sounds were heard, followed by dozens of horrors. Wherever the red rabbit’s horseshoe went, it knocked over a dozen people one after another, and the rest was cut in two by Fang Tian’s painted halberd. . All of a sudden, dozens of corpses volleyed into the air, flying in various postures. They spewed a large amount of blood in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, splashing dead branches and leaves flying around, sooting up a cloud of smoke.

White lights flashed by-it was the white light formed by Lu Bu dancing Fang Tian's halberd-spears, ring swords, rattan plates, and bows and arrows clinked to the ground, and Lu Bu galloped past the crowd with people and horses. . Behind him was a puff of blood mist, which was floating, like a heavy snow in winter, except that the blood mist was red. From a distance, Lu Bulian led a horse like a dragon overturning the river and the sea, rambling out of a **** alley. Behind him, dozens of the corpses of the black-clothed masked men who had been severed by a halberd were able to fall down. They all split from the waist and abdomen, and fell softly in various strange positions.

"Hey! This Lu Fengxian's bravery is the best in the world! Like this, ten swings and ten battles, solo riding, looking at the heroes of the world, how many people can do it? First-class outstanding person! It is a pity that I have hundreds of thousands of believers in the Taiping Road, and there is no such hero! It is a pity! Is there really a certain number in the dark?"

Two or three miles away from that dense forest, on the south bank of Luoshui, under a dense forest, on a large merchant ship, Bodhi He put away his clairvoyance and sighed. To be honest, this time the leader Xu Zhuzi did his best to lay an ambush on all sides and assassinate King Wen Lu Bu. The successor leader Bodhi He did not agree. In his view, the trend of world **** has taken shape, and it is unwise to move against the trend of history. The only way out for the Yellow Turban is to stay away from the Central Plains and go overseas, or to the west, where the fire can be preserved. Continue the unfinished business of the great wise teacher. However, the leader of Xu Zhuzi was so obsessed that he even tried to kill Wen Wang Lu Bu by himself. Under the power of the virtual bamboo, he had to retreat with Nono, but he was quite unconvinced in his heart.

"Oh! In my opinion, this time the leader laid ambushes on all sides and opened the net to wait. It is really a lasting pain." By the side of Bodhi He, his former close comrade-in-arms, now colleague Wang Xianchang said with a sigh. . At this moment, Wang Xian also had clairvoyance in his hand, and his face was full of haze. As the only remaining wise man among the Yellow Turbans, he had already seen everything through.

"In the eyes of the leader, the death of the great wise teacher, and even the failure of the Yellow Turban Uprising, are nothing more than three reasons: First, there are no unscrupulous generals in the religion. Second, there are many apostasy. Third, the imperial court and the government make every effort to suppress As a direct disciple of a great mentor and a new leader, the leader has long accumulated great resentment and indignation in his heart, always lingering in his heart, unforgettable. Therefore, after succeeding as the leader, he chose to practice with great concentration. To deal with the common people in the world, we adopt a strategy of instigating discord, the more chaotic the better. Try to make the world chaotic, and the people will not live, so that the Yellow Turban can have hope of resurrection, and only then can Huang Taiyi come back to the world."

Having said this, Wang Xian took a deep breath, his face full of depression and loneliness. "However, unexpectedly, Lu Fengxian tried his best to turn the tide, seizing the opportunity to settle You, Ji, Qing, Yu, Si Li, and even the Western Regions, and even conquered the Guishuang Empire. As a result, public opinion in the world was immediately upset. The suspicion in the teaching is also very dusty. At this moment, if the leader cannot do a big thing, the separation of the teaching is prosperous. Even if his position as the leader can barely be kept, it is just a tablet. No great wise teacher used to echo the glory of a hundred responses and moving mountains and rivers. So, this time he made an all-out effort to kill Lu Bu, it was a last resort! If it succeeds, nothing else, if it fails, it’s a peaceful way, I’m afraid it will never happen again. It will disappear!"

Wang Xian finally finished speaking. He sighed again and raised his clairvoyance again. Alas! Everything in the world is nothing more than the words of the world and the human heart! From the three great virtuous brothers to the current leader Xu Zhuzi, what exactly are they fighting for? Is the world peaceful and the ordinary people live and work in peace? Or is it to dominate the rivers and mountains, to be lonely, and to live the chic life of north and south?

"His grandmother is a bear! Donkey ball! What are they fighting for? If Xu Zhuo wins by chance, it's fine. If he can't win and makes Na Lu Fengxian retreat, Laozi immediately clicks on all the elites of the direct line and withdraws to the southeast. In the midst of those tens of thousands of miles of blue waves, let’s find him a rich and noble! All the dharmas in the world are actually deceptive methods!

After listening to the words of the military king Xian, the right-hand man, although the face of the designate leader Bodhi He was still calm, his heart was ups and downs. He was born as a horse bandit, and the salt he has eaten on the way he has seen is much better than the current leader Xu Zhuzi. He had already made up his mind, as long as Xu Zhuo was defeated, he would immediately withdraw the whole army from the big man. We can always hide if we can't afford it!

At this moment, Lu Bu was riding alone and had already entered among those dozens of masters. Fang Tian's painted halberd flew up and down and left and right, galloping horizontally in the army, killing blood all over the ground and corpses everywhere. Behind him, hundreds of Han troops marched into the dense forest with great strides. "Kill!", "Kill!", "Kill!" The stern screams and the agitation of war drums echoed each other.