With the practical actions of the young generals and the encouragement of their voices, the hearts of the people who have begun to float in the small town have been effectively stabilized.

The Wuhuan and Xianbei armies outside also suspended their offensive and began to accumulate strength, preparing for a thunderous blow.

They don't have that much patience, and if they delay a little longer, their leader will give up his previous idea and organize troops and horses to attack, which is not impossible!

However, although they know what the other party thinks, everyone in the small town can only "reluctantly" steal peace, and for the target of the attack, they can naturally delay it for a while, which is considered a while.

After looking around, the young general sighed lightly, don't look at what he said when he boosted morale, but people are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?

Seeing his former comrades-in-arms and soldiers, who had known him in the past, lose their lives like mustard because of the fighting on the battlefield, and fall to sleep on the cold and cold ground, his heart was not feeling abnormal heartache?

At the same time, he also knows that in this battle, he is afraid that more good men will sacrifice their lives bravely.

Looking at the soldiers who were still holding on in front of him, the young general sighed leisurely.

"Prepare for the changing of the guard, rest in place, sharpen your weapons, check your armor! No matter what kind of war it is, as long as you go to the battlefield, you will inevitably die! The young general began to tell everyone.

Sharpening knives before the war is also said to be a skill, and it should not be too sharp, otherwise it is easy to break the curling blade; It can't be too blunt and waste effort. Many recruits have just entered the barracks and have to learn this craft, after all, they really want to go to the battlefield, but there is no one to help them sharpen their knives.

Not only the ring head knife, but also the spear, grinding the gun in battle, not fast and light, don't they all say that?!

A big war, on the verge of breaking out...

At the same time, a certain high city is more than ten miles away from the small city.

The big banner of Lu Zi was hung high on the head of the city, and after the news of Lu Bu's annexation of the state spread, the people here did not feel anything wrong, after all, Lu Bu was a proper local Bingzhou person, and he had served in the border of Bingzhou for more than ten years.

The soldiers on the streets stepped up their patrols, and as the soldiers who surrendered in the city were also accepted and digested by Lu Bu, the military camps outside the city were even more densely populated.

It was also the same as before, Lu Bu had an opportunity to show his personal strength and at the same time impress the soldiers who had just joined the army!

He wants to take an opportunity to straighten out his troops!

...

In the school field outside the city, Lu Bu gathered the troops under his command, and then began his own performance.

"Brush!" In the center of the school field, Lu Bu's burly figure stood proudly, and his arms were raised.

An unusually thick and delicate painted halberd appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the black halberd was densely covered with fish-scale patterns, and the halberd blade was extremely thick and exquisite, one side was a familiar crescent blade, the other side was a strange awl thorn, and the sides were covered with sharp serrations.

The half-moon knife on the halberd blade is still standing proudly, this is Fang Tianhua's halberd!

At the blade of the thick halberd, a lifelike golden-red flame dragon was constantly circling and wandering, and a pair of golden-red eyes full of majesty were even more staring, and in an instant, everyone felt a substantial majesty rushing towards them.

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd displayed in front of him exuded a cold glow full of majesty at this time, and the golden-red Yanlong turned into a dead thing at this time, coiling above the halberd, and the golden-red Yanlong was even more devouring the sky and the earth, as if it spit out the halberd blade from its mouth.

For a while, the brilliant Fang Tian painting halberd added a bit of might, and Lu Bu on the side directly reached out and grabbed it tightly, and suddenly waved it up to the sky, and there was a strong wind in the air.

With one twist of one arm, the halberd rolls sideways.

"Collapse"

The incomparably clear sound boom caused the entire void to suddenly rise in a circle of waves.

The one hundred and sixty pound Fang Tian Painting Halberd seemed to be as light as nothing in Lu Bu's palm, and more importantly, the vision just now made everyone's hearts full of shock.

Lu Bu wielded Fang Tian's halberd and used the halberd technique, like a surging river stretching endlessly.

The most important thing is that breath.

If the qi is not dispersed, the strength will not be dispersed.

The halberd is different from the gun, the gun is light and agile, and the halberd is calm.

If you can turn the halberd into a gun, it is a miracle skill.

Because it can be both calm and light, which means that the attack can be as fast as thunder, and the defense can be as stable as a mountain.

Among the halberd generals throughout the ages, Lu Bu is one of the people who has this divine skill.

Staggered arms and twisted palms.

The entire Fang Tian Painting Halberd suddenly spun rapidly, and there seemed to be a tearing sound in the air.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Time seems to freeze frame.

That's a kind of domineering, domineering that looks down on everything.

It was a kind of pride, a pride that ruled the world.

Boom~

The heavy halberd head slashed through the hard bluestone slab, and the blade of the halberd was still cold and shining, and there was no damage except for a layer of dust.

At this moment, the morning sun, which was obscured by the clouds, poked its head out of the sea of clouds, and the golden light spread over the earth, and the edges of the green blades of grass were also inlaid with a golden halo.

Turning over the horse, the tall red rabbit carried the burly Lu Bu, a man and a horse like a statue bathed in bright light.

The unwritten rule that the soldiers in the army worship the strong has not changed since ancient times.

At this moment, in everyone's hearts, Lu Bu is like a god descending from heaven!

"Where are the generals?" The magnetic masculine voice sounded slowly, and I saw Lu Bu put away the Fang Tian painting halberd wielding in his hand, straightened his back, and had a resolute face, but at this time, he exuded a unique domineering and heroic spirit.

"The last general!"

Many of the fierce generals under his command all had a fierce look on their faces, and they responded directly with a fist and shouting.

"Straighten out the troops and horses, and go with me!"

"Now, it's time to let those guys know that I, Lu Bu, are back again, and the territory of the state is not allowed to be invaded by these foreign people!"

This peerless general, who was once unstoppable in front of the Tiger Prison Pass, once again showed his domineering and unruly face in front of tens of thousands of troops at this moment.

A murderous aura flashed suddenly, and the lieutenant general beside Lu Bu had his eyes flashing with fine light, his body bowed, and he shouted with a firm face: "No." ”

After a while, the horn sounded for a long time, and the war horse was like a warrior like a tiger.

The black pressure was overwhelming, and the soldiers who were like wolves and tigers had a hideous face, and a bloody aura continued to permeate, and the army began to rumble and set up a formation.

The grass swayed and danced gracefully in the breeze, but the soldiers did not know the slightest pity for trampling their waists.

???????? The footsteps were heavy, the soldiers roared in unison, and the earth trembled in the footsteps.

Although these armies look like dust and dust, their sun-like expressions show a sharp edge.

The flag flutters and is invincible. The army is in front, and the iron armor is finely ridden.

???????? Just as the anger swallows the mountains and rivers, the tiger will ride who is the enemy!

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