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Now Lu Peng's situation is very difficult, because he has run out of food.

In the territory of the entire Wuhuan tribe, everything that should be collected has been collected back, and all the things that should be slaughtered have been slaughtered by themselves and those horse bandits who rushed into the grassland, and the merchants have also withdrawn from the grassland, and they have no source of food to supply at all.

The jerky has been eaten, the horses are being slaughtered, and there is not much salt and tea left, and if this continues, the army will starve to death here.

However, judging from the situation of the entire campaign, although the goal of completely eliminating the Wuhuan tribe was not achieved, but they were also irreversibly weakened, according to the current results, the Wuhuan people did not have twenty or thirty years of life, and they would never be able to recover their original vitality, in fact, this was enough, so Lu Peng decided to return to Youzhou before the heavy snow fell, and then accumulate strength again, ready to attack Yuan Shao and Cao Cao.

Around the simple map, Xu Jie and Zhang Yan accompanied Lu Peng to carefully plan the route back, it was unrealistic to go directly to the south, not only was the south slaughtered by himself, but he could not get any supplies at all, and at the same time, the main force of Bunton was waiting for him in the south, and he definitely couldn't jump into Badun's radish pot like a stupid rabbit.

It could only continue to march diagonally to the southeast, taking a big detour, although the road was longer, but relatively speaking, it was much less dangerous, and at the same time, it could also throw away the 10,000 people who had scattered out to encircle and intercept him.

After determining the route of the march, Lu Peng turned the map and said to the generals under him: "Although the whole mission is anticlimactic, it has basically achieved our goal, and now we will go home." ”

And at this time, a brocade-clothed guard rushed to Lu Peng, and he couldn't even care about the war horse, so he reported loudly on the war horse: "A large number of Wuhuan people have been found in the northeast. ”

Lu Peng was stunned: "The enemy's main force has returned to the south and blocked his way to the south, why is there a brigade of Wuhuan people in the northeast?" Do you see clearly? How many enemies are there? ”

The brocade guard nervously reported: "See clearly, the black pressure is boundless, and the enemy is definitely no less than 50,000." ”

"50,000, so much, is it a trick?" Lu Peng and Xu Jie glanced at each other, thinking that before they entered the grassland, they had carefully investigated the entire merchants who came and went to the grassland, and at the same time, after such a long time of slaughter, where would the enemy have so many troops?

At this time, the brocade guard added: "These enemies are all old and weak, women and children. Only a strong team of less than 1,000 people pressed the formation. ”

Before Lu Peng could react, another brocade-clothed guard came and reported loudly from afar: "Lord Qiqi, we have found a large number of enemies in the east. ”

Another brocade-clothed guard galloped over: "Lord Qiyu, in the north and in the west, a large number of enemies have been found. ”

Lu Peng frowned and asked, "How are the members?" ”

"All of them are old and weak, women and children." Lu Peng took a deep breath of cold air, they were in ruins, he pressed all the people of his tribe up, hoping to use the bodies of these old and weak women and children to stumble his feet, and then wait for his main force to come and annihilate himself.

Badun went crazy, completely driven crazy by himself.

"No matter what means he uses, we will break through without hesitation, God will block and kill the gods and Buddhas, even if the women and children are old and weak, they will never stop me from going home." Lu Peng firmly gave the order to go home.

Homecoming, more inspiring than any slogan, the whole army raised their weapons together and shouted at the South: "Go home, go home." ”

The torrent that continued eastward, on a vast plain, met the enemy who stood in their way.

In the cold wind, there was a sea of people with no end in sight, there were children less than one meter tall, there were white-haired old people who were hunched on their backs after speaking, and there were women who kept crying in the cold wind, just standing quietly on the grassland, blocking Lu Peng's footsteps, behind them, there were a thousand enemy warriors riding on war horses and holding scimitars, they were not there to charge, their eyes were coldly staring at these herdsmen and people, they were here to supervise the war.

The two sides looked at each other silently, and now, there is no boundary between justice and injustice in the war thing, and if anyone stands in the way of their home, then they must die.

Pan Feng, who had 10,000 living forces, led the battle, and the brothers who were tired from the long battle followed, and the 500 surviving wolves rode to protect a carriage, and on it, was Cai Wenji, the god of all the soldiers.

The big knife pointed at the sky, and Lu Peng firmly ordered: "Let's go home, we charge." ”

The spear was blunt, when the stick was used, cut off, discarded without hesitation, replaced with a spare one, the war horse overturned, jumped on the back of another spare horse, the comrade died, no one cared about him, and charged for the next one of his own.

Lu Peng rode his white horse, gritted his teeth and fought to the death, with a knife, cut off a woman's grass fork that stabbed him, and then split her head, the white horse leaped, and stepped into the chest of an old man, a child rushed up, he had no weapon, only a stone pocket for a circle of sheep in his hand, Lu Peng's knife was dragged out horizontally, and the child fell to the ground with blood, followed by a heart-rending cry, which was the cry of the child's mother.

Lu Hanqiang did not hesitate, because in his opinion, the crying of a mother is much lighter than the crying of tens of millions of mothers of the Han nationality.

A Wuhuan knight stared at Lu Peng with red eyes, he could see that this was the leader of this group of people, as long as he killed him, then this group of people would no longer be able to charge into battle, so he rushed through the dense crowd, regardless of how many compatriots along the way his war horse knocked over, and killed Lu Peng directly.

Killed in front of Lu Peng, before the iron bone in his hand could be picked up, Lu Peng's horse was fast, the big knife flew, and the knife was broken.

Stacks of old men, women and children, like the waves of the sea, continued to rush forward to fight, because they had to move forward desperately, but not to mention the blood feud of the clansmen, the thousand tigers and wolves of their own family behind them were slashing and killing everyone who wanted to get out of the battlefield, and the compatriots who fell under their swords were not less killed and wounded than the enemy.

Backward is death, and forward is also death, so let's move forward desperately.

However, the old man who is already in his last years, the ignorant child, how can he be the tiger and wolf opponent who has been tempered by a hundred battles and wars, they are just moths to the fire, they are hitting stones with eggs.

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