Chapter 50: The Three Heroes Battle of Lu Bu (1)

The snow melted, the heart-warming sunlight was on the clouds, and there were different sounds between heaven and earth under the clouds.

Knock –

Boom... Knock knock.. Knock Knock Knock –

On several drum towers, arms are waving, and drumsticks are beating on the cowhide drums like raindrops, and the wind goes farther away, resounding through the world. The field of vision is raised, overlooking down, eighteen phalanxes of large, medium and small stand in turn, tens of thousands of figures stretch around the high platform in front of them, and the banner hunting in this array is ringing in the wind.

“…… In today's world, just after the Yellow Turban, the Han family and country are in ruins, but at this time there are internal thieves in chaos, all of you go up to the assassin history, Taishou, down to the captain, even the chief, and even the soldiers, you all know in your hearts that the person called himself Taishi, but he abolished it without authorization, corrupted Gangchang, caused chaos in the harem, and brutalized the people of Luoyang...... These things one by one......"

Steps stretched upwards, where the armored figure stood, the plush on the collar was caressed by the wind, and the voice gradually changed from low to angry.

“…… What is he Dong Zhuo?! is really a thief who deceives the king, what is he in the Han court?! The emperor of a country, if he says that he will be abolished, what is he in public?! The straw man in the mud field is still at home**-"

His voice paused for a moment, and he stood on the high platform, the wind blowing, and the impassioned voice went farther away.

“…… Today, we are loyal and righteous people from the eighteen roads, for the prosperity of the family and the country, and the happiness of the people, gather here to offer three sacrifices and swear...... The Emperor and the Queen of Heaven are on the earth...... Xingyishi, a thief who rebels against the country—"

Cao Cao, who was standing not far away, looked at the figure and squeezed his fist fiercely, then raised his arm and shouted loudly.

"The thief of the rebel country—"

"The thief of the rebel country—"

"The thief of the rebel country—"

The sound echoed passionately in the heavens and the earth, the banners all over the sky were moving, the soldiers clapped their swords and shields and roared, and in an instant, the sound of killing was like an overwhelming wave sweeping across the earth, rushing to the sky.

After that, Yuan Shao read out the arrangement of the people and horses on the high platform, except for Sun Jian, who was still rushing from Luyang, and Ma Teng, who was far away in Xiliang, the remaining sixteen roads were all listed. The wind swept across the top of the helmet and swayed, he held the arrow in his hand, and looked at the spirit wolf smoke below, swords and guns.

Then, throw the arrow into the sky.

"The army is marching—" The voice echoed over the crowd's heads.

…….

Gongsun Daying.

The whistling sound of the three armies swept over and exploded overhead. In a certain tent, the black man with a leopard's head and eyes puffed out his eyes as big as copper bells, stood up suddenly, looked outside, smashed his fist in his palm, and strode out to look into the distance, the sound was like muffled thunder: "Big brother, second brother, listen, it looks like you're going to fight." ”

The green-robed figure in the "......" tent wiped the Qinglong knife without raising his head.

Then, another man hurried out.

"Wing Dexiu should be impatient." The curtain was raised, and Liu Bei walked out with his hands down, "The army is open, and there are still a lot of things to do, how can you just leave." ”

Next to him, the black man crossed his arms over his chest, turned his face to look at his expressionless brother, but saw nothing.

Soon after, the news of the camp began to spread, the desolate horn sounded in the sky, and the soldiers and horses walked out of the barracks, and then gathered under their own flags, and the generals in armor rode in front of the battle, shouting and cheering up, and invigorating the morale of the army. Then, at the forefront, a figure raised its arm and waved it down, and the voice was roaring.

"Let's go!"

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A few days later, one afternoon, clouds rolled up, the temperature dropped, and it cooled down again. The banner was neatly closed on the water, and there was a busy figure on the city wall, and the stones and rolling wood were piled up on the city head, Lu Bu took Zhang Liao to inspect the city wall, and the cold wind whistled across the banner, and the two chatted while walking.

“…… At the juncture, the coalition forces have already set off, and at the same time they have sent a letter of persuasion to the pass, which is basically aimed at us on two points: really wanting to persuade surrender and attacking the heart, but according to Liao's opinion, it is better to be indifferent. Zhang Liao, who was a head shorter than the figure next to him, said, the corners of his mouth were picked, and he smiled: "After all, when the army marches and fights, there are always people who take the city without blood......

Lu Bu next to him also smiled, but quickly turned hideous, "...... A group of beam-jumping clowns underestimated me, but still looked down on themselves. ”

"There are also more than 100,000 movable troops in the hands of the Kwantung heroes, and a rash attack may be in danger, and Sun Jian from the south is also coming, and it will be unfavorable for us to attack from the north and south at that time." Zhang Liao knew the other party's temperament very well.

The arm-worn arm slammed on the wall, "Since I joined the army, I have galloped through the state and grassland, and I have never fought a tailwind battle. ”

As he spoke, at the place where the red heaven and earth meet, a black line slowly appeared, surging across the earth. Lu Bu looked at it for a moment, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and strode towards the city.

Raised his hand: "Wen Yuan, come with me, just in this Bishui Pass, defeat them-"

The light is falling.

……

The sun was rising, the earth was still silent, and soon after, the desolate and energetic horn sounded the heavens and the earth, the goshawk flew through the sky, a long cry, the sight overlooked the ground, the large camp where the coalition army was stationed, the long black figure densely walked out of the military tent, gathered on the earth.

Knock knock –

The drums beat rapidly, the rumbling horses' hooves sounded like thunder, and began to gallop around the phalanx of foot soldiers, and then slowed down the speed to protect the wings on both sides, and the scene of more than 100,000 battlefields spread out, and the plains and mountains were endless with human figures and banners.

Yuan Shao rode the chariot and looked at such a military situation from afar, there should be no one who could stop it.

"Get rid of the thief - you will win!!" He drew his sword and roared.

"Victory—"

Countless voices around roared and shouted, waving swords, and the sound of killing resounded through the sky, and the goshawk turned its wings in fright and fled, whining - the horn of the cow blew.

The huge phalanx that spread endlessly was in the sound of the horns, and every step of the way made a loud and dull sound, with an oppressive majesty, approaching the pass.

"Open the door!"

The huge and heavy city gate creaked and slowly opened, and the light outside shone in, and as the gap opened, the beam of light was magnified on a figure, and the crimson war horse was impatiently swaying the huge horses' hooves, spewing rough air, shaking the mane, shaking the brass bell under the neck, and tinkling ......

The horse's hooves moved, slowly walking out of the open city gate, the light shone on the beast-faced swallowing head chain armor, dark and bloodthirsty, a Fang Tian painting halberd upside down, the tip of the halberd on the ground to draw a ravine, towards the front of the thousands of horses and horses slowly.

Behind him, the black torrent surged out with iron hooves, diverging behind a fiery red figure in front of him, and the eight thousand wolf riders of the state stretched out left and right, discharging the formation, silent like a black cloud.

On the other side, Yuan Shao narrowed his eyes and waved the order flag.

The knight of the herald banner kept running, the array of tens of thousands of people in front gradually stopped, and the news from the rear had not yet come, many people were puzzled, and Cao Cao rushed up with Xiahoudun and a few other generals.

"Nothing stops, it has not yet reached the distance of engagement."

"Lu Bu is out of the customs!" Yuan Shao replied to him.

Cao Cao yelled angrily: "Don't let the cavalry have the distance to charge......"

Only then did he open his mouth to remind, in the wind, I vaguely heard a bang, this was not the sound of a person hitting something at close range, but a certain sound made by the collective, looking at Bishui Pass from this side, in the black military array, the red was particularly conspicuous, and then another sound came.

The hundred-flowered robe hunted, the arm holding the halberd slammed down, the halberd rod smashed out, raised and smashed down, and the mud splashed.

Eight thousand cavalrymen waved their arms and smashed their spears to the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Ahead, Lu Bu raised the halberd and stopped smashing it, and after a while, he said, "Ready-"

The voice came, several generals lined up, the cavalry in the front row pressed down the spears, made a gesture of charging, the battle formation was like a forest, the horses' hooves were moving, slowly moving, and the atmosphere of the battlefield was solidified.

"Kill—" The murderous voice roared like a tiger.

"Kill!!"

The roar of thousands of cavalry suddenly sounded, and the war horses galloped out, like a flood that burst the embankment, crushing forward with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas.