In the mountains and forests, the weather is cold and the wind is high, and the trees in the mountains are pulled by the wind through the mountains and the branches and leaves are shaking. There were no clouds in the sky, which could not hide the light of the day, and the sunlight passed through the branches and leaves, and fell to the ground in pieces.

There is a camp tent in the forest, which is a military camp, densely spread among the mountains and forests, and it can be seen that there is a large army stationed.

The tent was unstable, and it was shaken by the wind, and there was a sound of drumming. Occasionally, a team of people will walk by. The men and horses looked tired, the soldiers were holding their spears beside them, and the horses were walking slowly.

It looks like this army has experienced a great battle, but anyone who knows the reason will probably find it ridiculous, this army fought with a man to this extent, and in the end he made that man rush out.

In the past few nights, soldiers often wake up from their dreams, and the blood-stained white clothes in their brains linger.

And the mountain pass where the people who died in battle were buried, and the soldiers called it the Valley of White Clothes, and this name has been passed down on the side of Xingyang for a long time.

"Hum ······"

Li Ru let out a sigh of relief, closed the military book sent by the soldier, and put it on the table, without even looking at it carefully.

Thousands of casualties, dozens of military officers, and six generals. Such casualties, that is, a battle with the army, he believes.

But they didn't even see the army.

Sitting in front of the table, there is a map on the table, which is a detailed map of Xingyang, which marks the large and small mountains, forests and valleys on the side of Xingyang, and various terrains.

He had been looking at the picture for a day, and had ordered the scouts to probe several times.

There was no army at all, and the more than 10,000 people were the total number of pursuers.

"Huh." With a wry smile, Li Ru's hand pressed on the map, bluffed, and divided the army, it seemed that the other party wanted to minimize the loss.

Each army is no more than a thousand people, and even if it is intercepted, it is only the loss of more than a thousand soldiers, and most of the army formations can be unharmed.

As for why the other other military formations of the other side would come to the aid later, Li Ru also thought of a possibility.

When it was just his luck, he intercepted him, and was rescued and escorted by the other party, it may be Cao Cao of the princes all the way, and I heard that this person was the one who served the general, which caused the other party to transfer troops and retreat.

In other words, if it weren't for his luck, his army of tens of thousands would have been tricked by that person.

Even so, the other party's purpose is probably not to chase the Son of Heaven at all, let alone defeat Dong Zhuo's army, but to take advantage of the situation between Dong Zhuo and the princes to create momentum in the world at the lowest cost.

Dong Zhuo forcibly moved, the princes did not dare to chase, Cao Cao alone in order to save the danger of the Han family, the lone army went deep, was ambushed by Dong Zhuo, and fought tens of thousands of Xiliang troops with more than 10,000 people, but retreated in defeat.

Even if the words were passed out, he had already thought about that Cao Cao, after this battle, this Cao Cao's voice in the world, I don't know how many people will be overshadowed.

It was all in the other party's calculations, although he won, he didn't feel a sense of victory, but instead lost thousands of soldiers and horses, and made a wedding dress for nothing.

"Shogun."

Li Ru's hand slowly clenched, and the map on the table was wrinkled.

"Why do you want to help that prince?"

His face was a little distorted, and he was puzzled.

It's a pity that Li Ru has never seen the afterlife, and he hasn't heard a word.

What turns the world into hell is precisely what people try to turn it into heaven. (From the German poet's poem on the tower)

He longed for a nation where all the people would rule the world. The king is the boat, and the people are the water. The people are precious, the community is secondary, and the monarch is light. This sentence depicts a thousand years of prosperity for him.

So much so that he wanted to clear his family in one fell swoop, but it also allowed him to push the world into the beacon fire with his own hands.

Footsteps could be heard outside.

Li Ru's hand let go, and the expression on his face quickly calmed down, turning into a flat appearance.

"Row."

The curtain of the camp tent was pushed open, and standing at the door was a general, with some red and swollen faces, it was Lu Bu, who had been in a coma for a day.

"The general is awake?"

When Li Ru saw Lu Bu, he said with a light smile, completely missing his appearance just now.

Only the folds on the map on the table have not yet been smoothed.

"Hmm." Lu Bu raised his eyes and glanced at him, answered with a muffled voice, walked to a table and sat down, picked up the teapot and took a sip. After a day of fainting, waking up only made his mouth feel dry.

"How are the general's injuries?" Li Ru looked at Lu Bu and asked, although looking at the past, there seemed to be no problem with his injuries.

"Except for the shoulder, nothing else." Lu Bu said, subconsciously touching his cheek, it was still hot and painful.

Without saying anything else, he asked about the matter: "What are the casualties in the army?" ”

He already knew that the man had run away, and he didn't know why, but he was relieved, and there was nothing else but that he didn't think the man deserved to die here.

"Rough estimates, the casualties of military horses are about thousands." Li Ru said seemingly casually, handed over the military book at hand to Lu Bu, and said with a smile.

"When I go back this time, I must be punished by Xiangguo."

"Punishment is punishment." Lu Bu looked unconcerned.

took the military register and flipped through it a few times, then threw it aside, looked at Li Ru and asked, "That person, how did he escape in the end?" ”

Li Ru, who was sitting at the table, seemed to have guessed that Lu Bu would ask about this, so he didn't have a surprised expression, but raised his eyebrows.

"The general may not believe it, so we tripped him with a tripwire and surrounded him in a military formation, and the man flew out on the shoulder of a soldier."

"Fly?" Lu Bu's face was weird, it could be said that it was light body kung fu, and it couldn't be called flying.

"Hmm." Li Ru nodded lightly, as if affirming the word.

"Jumped up, about six or seven feet high, light as a dragon, floated without falling, flew straight out of the army, killed a cavalry and took the horse away."

"Six or seven feet tall?" Lu Bu's eyelids jumped, it was really no different from flying.

"I heard that martial arts practitioners have light bodies, and the general's martial arts are extraordinary, I don't know if the general may be like this?"

Li Ru recalled the figure of that day, and couldn't help but ask Lu Bu more.

Lu Bu stiffened when asked, pursed his mouth, and said with a dark face: "Wearing armor, I can jump three zhang." ”

"Ahh Only then did Li Ru know that he seemed to have asked something to embarrass Lu Bu, and he wanted to say it in a relaxed manner.

"That should be the man's armor lighter."

No matter how light the armor is, how light can it be, and is the height difference between three zhang and six or seven zhang······

Lu Bu's face darkened a little.

I took a deep breath and looked better on my face.

However, this time he failed to ask the man's name.