"Bang!"

A hand slapped heavily on the table, causing the tea set on the table to shake, and a few pieces of tea spilled on the table.

Dong Zhuo's expression was violent, his brows were deeply locked, his beard trembled, he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he asked word by word.

"You repeat, defeated?"

The general standing in front of Dong Zhuo knelt down directly, his head bowed, with cold sweat on his forehead and fear in his eyes.

"Yes, the loss of more than 30,000 troops, it is difficult to defeat the princes' army, Wen Hou ordered us to enter the pass and withdraw to defend ······"

Dong Zhuo's body sat in front of the table, his huge and large body made the seat for a while, his eyes moved, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Where's Bongxian? Call him to me. ”

"Yes, I'll go here." The general stood up, clenched his fists and walked out of the tent quickly.

His body was covered with cold sweat, and the moment he came out, the cold wind blew, and it was cold to the bone. As if he had escaped, he took a slight breath and rushed towards the barracks in Guanzhong.

······

"Ahem."

The barracks smelled of blood.

Lu Bu sat alone at the table, most of the armor on his body was removed, and there was a bruise on his abdomen, which was already blue.

The wound on the right shoulder was even more terrifying, a gun head with a half-broken barrel pierced in the shoulder, almost penetrating the right shoulder, and the shoulder bone was simply not broken, otherwise it would not have been healed.

But even so, Lu Bu also knew that if this hand wanted to fully recover in the future, it should be impossible.

Reaching out and holding the tip of the gun, the blood on it had begun to congagulate into plasma, and it was a little sticky in his hand.

"Humph!" He snorted in pain, and the hand holding the head of the spear slowly strained himself, and the spear that had pierced into his shoulder was pulled out little by little.

"Thorn." The head of the spear was removed, and the flesh and blood on his shoulder rolled up, faintly revealing the white bones inside, and the blood flowed incessantly, staining his robe red.

Lu Bu's face turned pale, he threw the spear on the ground, took off the shoulder armor on his right shoulder and the robe on his body, and took care of the wound.

I don't know how long it was, Lu Bu sat at the table and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The armor on his body was unloaded on the ground, and white cloth was tied around his shoulders and waist, and the wounds had been coated with wound medicine and tied up.

His right hand was still trembling slightly, and the wound on his shoulder was even more painful under the effect of the medicine.

With sweat on his forehead, Lu Bu's eyes fell on the table, and he stretched out his left hand to put his left hand in the bloody cloth on the table, and took out a cloth man.

The cloth man's face was half torn open and scattered inside, and the cloth man's face was also stained with blood and turned brown.

Gently put the cloth man down again, in the dim room, the smell of blood was a little pungent, and Lu Bu looked at the cloth man and didn't know what he was thinking.

"The general has something to report."

A voice came from outside the barracks, and Lu Bu gently covered the cloth man with the cloth on the table, and spoke.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and it was Lu Bu's generals Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan who walked in.

"General, Lord Xiangguo has called you to discuss matters."

“······”

Lu Bu was silent for a moment, and replied in a deep voice: "Just say that I am seriously injured and inconvenient to move." ”

"Yes." Zhang Liao nodded, looked at Lu Bu's appearance and didn't say anything.

On today's battle, seeing Lu Bu's wounded withdrawal really scared him.

I heard that it was done by a general wearing a hat in the princes' army, and I don't know who can have this martial art.

"Wait a minute."

Zhang Liao was about to retreat, but was stopped by Lu Bu and stopped: "What else is the matter with the general?" ”

"Wen Yuan, I wonder if there is any needlework in our army?"

Lu Bu squinted his eyes and looked out of the room, as if to make sure that there was no one else, and his tone was a little stiff.

"Needlework?" Zhang Liao was stunned for a moment and asked uncertainly.

"What the general said, but do the needlework of female red?"

"Ahem!" Coughing dryly, Lu Bu didn't know what expression to make, and nodded.

"Yes, in the army?"

The corners of Zhang Liao's mouth twitched, and his face was inexplicable, what did the general want the female red needle and thread to do?

Lowering his head, he didn't dare to let Lu Bu see his expression, and said.

"Understood, subordinates, try your best to find ······"

"Well, go ahead."

The Tiger Prison at night is getting colder and colder, and if it goes on like this, it should be snowing soon.

"Stomp, stomp." A patrol of soldiers walked by with guns and spears, and the night was quiet except for the sound of their footsteps and the howling wind.

Most of the lights in Guanzhong were already dimmed, and the exhausted soldiers who had returned from the battlefield did not want to do anything at all except to fall asleep.

The lights in Lu Bu's room were still on, and a figure was cast on the window.

If someone sees the room in it, they will think that something is wrong with their eyes.

In front of the table, Lu Bu's right hand held the cloth man weakly, and his left hand held a needle and thread to pierce the broken hole in the cloth man's face.

Squinting at the needle, his neck was a little red, as if the slender needle weighed a thousand pounds.

"Sting."

The hand slipped, and the needle slashed across the cloth man's face, making the already tattered cloth man even more tattered.

Lu Bu's face sank.

"Click!" With a soft sound, the needle in his hand was pinched in half and fell on the table.

The candle flame flickered, illuminating his face in a flickering light.

In the light and darkness, the unstoppable general in the original battle formation put down his hand.

Dazed at the tattered cloth man.

He never knew how to control his strength, just as he never knew how to deal with the people around him.

He didn't know that he was sewing these objects here until he was gone, but what was the use?

Halfway through, he pulled out another needle.

In the lamplight, the nine-foot body crouched on the desk, clumsily but carefully wearing needlework.

It should be when it is about to light outside, and the early morning light shines through the window.

Lu Bu tore off a section of thread with his teeth, the white cloth on his right shoulder was bleeding, and there were still blood stains in his palm that had dried up and could not be wiped clean.

In his hand, a cloth figure was lying inside, and the cloth man was only slightly larger than his palm, in the appearance of a general.

It should have been majestic, but there were ugly needles and threads sewn on his face, like a scar, and there were blood stains, one red and one white.

Life is ugly, no matter which child it is given to, I won't like it when I think about it, and some may be scared to cry.

"Huh."

Lu Bu looked at the cloth man in his hand, but he grinned, stretched out his finger and poked it on the cloth man's nose.

"Wait for Dad to come to you, okay?"

The dull voice seemed to tremble, and he didn't dare to use the slightest strength to hold the cloth man's hand.

He has already sent someone to look for several months, like looking for a needle in the sea, where is the news?

In the room, there was not a single sound of response.

The cold morning breeze came through the window and blew on the bloodstained face of the cloth man.