The Yanmen Army held a grand labor ceremony, but Duan Cheng specially ordered some people not to participate in it, reflecting on his mistake of not obeying orders.

The cheers outside made them depressed, and Lu Bu lay in the tent holding the wine jug and drunkenly shouted: "I don't accept it, I didn't do anything wrong!" I am not convinced ......"

After returning to the camp, Duan Xi severely criticized Lu Bu for his mistake of being greedy for merit and making progress, and expressed his condolences to other soldiers. It was intended to make Lu Bu reflect on his mistakes.

Introspection may not have revealed anything, but this made Lu Bu, who had always felt that he was meritorious, very dissatisfied in his heart.

Wei Xu cautiously walked to the door of the camp tent and poked his head in: "Big brother, don't drink, don't drink, Ding Tingshi has come to patrol the camp......"

A short gun was thrown out of the tent with anger, stuck on the ground and buzzing: "Get out! I don't see anyone. ”

"Young people can't afford to be frustrated?" Ding Yuan stood on a cane and walked in slowly.

Lu Bu's drunken eyes were hazy, he glanced at Ding Yuan's eyes, turned over and sat up: "If you win a battle, you should be rewarded, and the emperor is not bad for hungry soldiers, why should he target me!"

"The army is the place where the order is forbidden, if you enter, you will be like a forest, and if you don't move, you will be as stable as a mountain, do you understand?" Ding Yuan sat next to Lu Bu and said.

Lu Bu sat in a mess and shook his head: "I don't understand, it's not good to read when I was a child, and I don't have money to study when I grow up." I only know that none of them can defeat my Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and I have also defeated them! ”

Ding Yuan looked at this heroic young man and felt a little that Lu Bu was very similar to himself back then. When he was young, he was also as strong as him, and he felt that as long as he relied on his martial arts, his hands could get ahead.

It wasn't until he became an officer and took more and more of his brothers from birth to death that he realized that he was thinking too simply.

Ding Yuan does not have a strong family capital, and his family is just enough to support his poor family...... So he couldn't afford to fail.

It is even more impossible to be like the grassroots rogues of Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, Cao Cao and Luo Rucai in the late Ming Dynasty, who used continuous failures and bloody lessons to correct mistakes.

It's like fighting monsters and feeding experience, starting over again and again, and using grinding and fighting again and again to cultivate Ding Yuan into a real military strategist.

Ding Yuan was only a middle- and low-level officer at first, and when he commanded hundreds or thousands of people, he could also rely on his own martial arts and courage to take the lead and stimulate the blood and morale of the whole army, so as to win the war.

What about thousands or even tens of thousands? The power of the individual is getting smaller and smaller, and tactics, formations, and even logistics have become the key to success or failure.

And none of these can be understood, just by a big man who doesn't even know a basket of words, he must learn, especially those ancient military books.

Ding Yuan comforted Lu Bu and said: "Duke Duan didn't say that he would withhold your reward, his original intention was to be good for you......"

"Humph!" Lu Bu held the wine jug and took another sip: "Xia Yu and Tian Yan were originally my enemies, and after taking my reward, I will go back to my hometown, and there is still a fiancée waiting for me to marry at home."

Ding Yuan's eyes rolled, and he said thoughtfully: "Then Feng Xian is willing to join my disciples?" If you are not brave enough to be brave, if you are empty in the countryside, will you not be laughed at for not knowing talents. The old man has been fighting horses for half his life, and he has no children under his knees. If Feng Xian follows me, I will treat him as a parent! ”

Ding Yuan's abacus was to fight loudly, and in the description of the returning cavalry army, Ding Yuan believed that Lu Bu must be a peerless general who was not weaker than Tong Yuan.

Tong Yuan said goodbye without saying goodbye, so don't blame himself for digging Duan Cheng's corner, besides, Lu Bu is originally from Bingzhou, how can he be considered digging a corner?

Although Lu Bu seemed to be drunk, he also knew in his heart that Lu Bu was an arrogant person. He could see for himself that although Duan Cheng also admired him, in comparison, he admired his fellow countryman, Gao Shun more.

The grievances he did under Duan Cheng were not suitable, so why bother to make himself sad all the time?

As the saying goes: "Rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix." In contrast, under the command of Ding Yuan, a state's powerful assassin history, he is valued by him alone, isn't it just around the corner?

Thinking of this, Lu Bu threw the wine jug, got out of bed and knelt down on his knees directly: "I, Lu Fengxian, lost my father at an early age, and I have no relatives at home, so I will be valued by my lord, and I will serve my lord with my own father!"

Ding Yuan didn't expect such a good harvest after trying it: "Good, good!"

Ding Yuan said a few good words in a row, he stood up and helped Lu Bu up with both hands.

"Feng Xianwu'er, the old man accepts you as a righteous son, and the old man also gives you a promise, except for you, the old man will not accept anyone else as a righteous son, and in the future, the old mantle will be inherited by you."

"Thank you, father!" Lu Bu was overjoyed and bowed his hand.

Unexpectedly, such a big pie fell from the sky, and Lu Bu felt that the position of the assassin of Yizhou was beckoning to him.

There are only thirteen states in the world, and that is a high-ranking official of 2,000 stones.

Ding Yuan valued Lu Bu's martial arts, and Lu Bu took a fancy to Ding Yuan's status.

The two met eye contact in an instant, you complimented me, and after a while, the fight was hot.