New Story of Lv Bu

The sun is sinking and sinking in the west, the sky is full of glow and the earth is red, and the birds are singing happily in the shadows of the trees. The fierce battle that had lasted for a day finally ended, and the state sergeants lay lazily on the ground, armor piled around like a hill. At this moment, they really didn't want to move.

Long-lost exhaustion filled the limbs and limbs, and the deep sleepiness and drowsiness hit together. Many people snored and fell asleep quietly in the cool breeze. The chiefs and corps leaders endured sleepiness and exhaustion, and took a bucket of hot water from the heavy soldiers, poured cold water in the tub, and then took off a pair of army boots to remove the stinking pair of soldiers. Soak your feet in the tub.

"His grandma's, how could it be so smelly?" A young corporal could not help cursing. "Haha!" Dubo, who was washing his soldiers' feet next to him, laughed loudly. "After a day of marching, the soldiers' feet are the most exhausted. Washing feet and soaking feet every night can relax the muscles and invigorate the blood, and it can also eliminate fatigue the fastest. This is one of the magic weapons of the state army. After the war, the officer washes the feet of the soldiers. This is the rule of the Union State Army. When you don’t feel stinky, you should be promoted!"

"Really?" The young captain asked suspiciously. At this moment, those feet didn't seem so smelly.

"See Da Sima!" Zuo Zhonglang, Huang Fusong, led his guard Fu Xie into the army's large account, and saluted Lu Bu in a proper manner. Lu Bu was sitting behind a case table, looking at the military newspapers. "It turned out to be Huangfu Zhonglang and Fu Hujun, please sit down!" Lu Bu raised his eyes from the military newspaper, and pointed his finger at the seat under his head.

"Da Sima, in this battle, our army killed 8,000, seriously injured 5,000, and slightly injured 20,000. Now only 15,000 people can go to the battlefield! The loss is too great." Huangfusong, who has never cared much about the casualties of the soldiers. They all opened their mouths and vomited bitter water, which shows how huge the casualties in this battle were.

The 50,000 Han army under Huangfu Song's casualty rate reached 70%, which was already traumatized. Huangfusong's meaning was very obvious. His troops were already out of use, but he couldn't say it. You can only see if Da Sima Lubu can understand it, and know that the world will fall as soon as a leaf falls.

Who is Dai Sima Lubu? How can you not hear such an obvious hint? He smiled slightly, and put the pieces of paper in his hand gently on the table. "Huangfu Zhonglang, your army has lost 70% of the battle damage. It is indeed unbearable to fight again, so let's have a good rest." Huangfu Song was overjoyed in his heart, but he still declined: "This, how embarrassed?"

Fu Xie dragged Huangfusong's skirt behind, meaning he had something to say. Huang Fusong turned his head, glanced at Fu Xie, and gently turned his mouth at Lu Bunu. Fu Xie clasped his fists and saluted: "Da Sima, I have three thousand warriors in my headquarter, you can take part in the battle!" "Oh?" Lu Bu raised his eyes, fixedly looking at Fu Xie, and nodded.

"At the beginning of tomorrow, I will personally lead my army to attack Guangzong City at night. You and your three thousand warriors will attack from the West Gate. In a while, you will report to the guerrilla general Hou Cheng, and he will be in charge of West Gate." Lu Bu lowered his head again to read his military newspaper. "No!" Fu Xie replied and sat back.

Those military newspapers were placed right in front of Huangfusong, his eyes were very good, and he took a peek. The military newspaper wrote a line of numbers: three thousand six hundred killed in battle, eight hundred severely injured, and 13,000 slightly injured. The 90,000 combined state army, the battle loss rate has reached 15%! It seems that the Guangzong Yellow Turban's combat power is much stronger than the Yingchuan Yellow Turban!

The battle damage of Huangfusong's troops was high, and that of the state army was not low! Why does the Bingzhou Army still have the power to attack Guangzong County at night? Your own troops have fallen apart a long time ago?

Huangfusong was lost in thought???

The sun finally set west, and the boundless darkness gradually enveloped the whole land. There were bonfires lit up all over the mountains and plains, thousands of torches were burning blazingly, shining like daylight within a radius of twenty miles. The combat troops have all fallen asleep, snoring one after another, forming a battlefield symphony.

On the battlefield with a radius of tens of miles, the busiest soldiers of the Union State Army were the most busy soldiers. They had to take in and take care of the prisoners, clean the battlefield, condense the remains of the compatriots who died, and bury the corpses of the Yellow Turban soldiers. Hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban captives, with 10,000 people as a battalion, are operating in specific areas.

Rows of wooden fences were erected on the vast wilderness, and a watchtower was built every four hundred steps. The watchtower was guarded by heavy soldiers and cavalry patrolled regularly around the wooden fence. On the vast ground, more than a dozen areas were separated by Muzha, which was full of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban prisoners, who were responsible for the management of 2,000 people selected from the Qingzhou soldiers.

Liu Bo, Erwazi, and Zhao Sier started to team up again. Because of their good performance, Liu Bo was promoted to Junhou, Erwazi, and Zhao Sier were promoted to fake Junhou. Their greatest achievement was to expose the conspiracy of Huang Turban Dafang Qu Shuai Bocai at a critical moment, successfully aroused the anger of hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans and laid the foundation stone for changing the concept of more than 100,000 Yellow Turbans.

At this moment, the three men in uniforms, with more than one hundred Qingzhou soldiers, walked into Muzha with their heads high. Behind them were dozens of trucks filled with food, vegetables, pots and pans. The soldier at the forefront is holding a flag with a blue background. On it is a cross pattern of a **** and a ring knife. Close to the flagpole, there are three black official script characters: Qingzhou soldier, this is Qingzhou soldier. Ensign.

Behind Liu Bo are two flags, one is the Chinese character flag, which is the military flag, and the Liu character flag, which is the general flag. As an official to give this ritual, Uncle Liu has been an official for some time, and he has already done it calmly and calmly. He strode to the middle of the camp and waved his hand, and the Qingzhou army began to unload all kinds of vegetables and grain from the truck.

Dozens of cauldrons were set up, the little Taoist took twenty or thirty fire head soldiers and started steaming steamed buns and sesame cakes, and Erwazi and Zhao Sier took dozens of Qingzhou soldiers to boil water. There are a dozen or so tents set up on the left and right. After lunch, the doctors will come and check the prisoners in the tent.

The yellow trousers were gradually attracted by the smell of steamed buns and sesame cakes. They formed a circle from a distance, squatted down and stared at dozens of cauldrons, licking their lips, swallowing and spitting. Seeing that the people were almost gathered, Uncle Liu nodded, jumped into a heavy truck, and started his exciting speech.

"Brothers in the Yellow Turban! My name is Liu Xiong! It turned out to be the Dubliner of the Yellow Turban in Yingchuan, but now I am the commander of the Qingzhou Army! This is the second child and this is Zhao Sier! They are all fake commanders of the Qingzhou Army! It's my deputy!" At this point, Uncle Liu stopped and looked around. The Yellow Turban captives were all listening quietly.

"That said, since you are the Yingchuan Yellow Turban, why did you take refuge in the Bingzhou Army? You also became a Dubo? Did you become a traitor and forget the ideal of peace in the world?" At this point, Liu Bo deliberately stopped and watched. Looking at the reaction of the Yellow Turban captives, after hundreds of speeches, he has grown into a great speaker.

"That's right! Why did you become the Han army?" "Traitor!" "You didn't betray the Yellow Turban, why would the Han army make you an officer?" Unsurprisingly, the accusation voices went up and down. Liu Bo attacked. "Quiet! Quiet!" Uncle Liu had already been quite familiar, and he saw a lot of scenes like this.

The voice of anger finally subsided, and the Yellow Turban captives were surprised to find that no matter how angry they were, Uncle Liu was still standing on the truck with a gentle smile on his face, not in a hurry, as if they were all wood. Seeing the Yellow Turban captives calm down, he waved his hand and continued talking.

"Don't scold anymore? What's the use of scolding? Or listen to me honestly. After finishing the talk, I just wash my hands and eat buns and biscuits. The emperor is not too hungry." This witty remark immediately brought Liu Bo and the yellow scarf closer. The distance between the captives, a small number of people actually laughed, what this old man said was very pleasant.

"Now you are most concerned about two points. First, will you be beheaded? Second, what kind of punishment will you receive? Right?" Liu Bo stopped and looked around. "Yes!" "Yes!" "Will they be beheaded?" The Yellow Turban captives immediately became energetic, and these two issues were indeed the most concerned.

"I'm telling you clearly, no! Why? Now what you cook in these dozens of pots is your lunch for a while! Each person has three buns with large palms and three sesame biscuits with large palms. Can’t eat it! Think about it carefully. Will the head beheaded still have such a good food? Does it take such a great effort? Isn’t it done with one knife?"

"The old man is right! It really doesn't have to be so troublesome to behead the head. We used to deal with the prisoners of the Han army by eating the hob noodles one by one." People began to speak, using various arguments to prove that they would not be beheaded.

Liu Bo waved his hand to signal the Yellow Turban prisoners to be quiet. "In the battle of Yingchuan in Yinchuan, 1.1 million yellow towels moved north to the Xianbei grassland and reclaimed and protected the borders. After at most seven years, they will get their own piece of land! The specific number depends on their own merits and performance in the past seven years! The household is no less than 50 acres, and there is no ceiling!"

"Is this true?" "If it is so, wouldn't it mean that the world is peaceful?" "There is such a good thing in the world?" There was an exclamation among the Yellow Turban captives. A cow on 30 acres of land, wives and children hot on the kang, this is the dream of thousands of apprentices and tenant farmers in their lives! With 50 acres of land, I won't change it to a Jinshan!

"Among you, brave men can join the army, this is our unit, called Qingzhou Soldier!" Liu Bo pointed to the flag that crossed the **** and the ring head knife, and said loudly. "Have you seen? It's those three **** characters, Qingzhou soldiers! Qingzhou soldiers usually go to military garrisons, but they go out in wartime. The others are Mintun!"