Chapter Seventy-Six: Wu Anguo
The sky finally dawned, and a thin mist wandered through the battlefield after the catastrophe.
Under the tiger prison, corpses were strewn all over the field, remnants of soldiers were everywhere, tattered military flags were dying and swaying in the mist, and bloody bodies were filled with bloodstained knives and guns.
The sound of whimpering trumpets pierced the hazy morning, followed by thunderous war drums.
The sound of whips and sticks, the sound of weak coughing mingled over the barracks, and the captives stood in rows in the cleared clearing, surrounded by guarded Xiliang troops.
"See Sangkook!" When Dong Zhuo appeared in Yuanmen, the drums were surging, the three armies shouted in unison, and the prisoners all changed color in horror, and they soon understood that the day had come to decide their fate.
Dong Zhuo likes this condescending feeling, and enjoys the frightened eyes of others, just like those three princes and nine kings in the court.
This is the right to dominate life and death.
As soon as Dong Zhuo raised his hand, the drums and cheers stopped abruptly, and then he looked around majestically, and the people under the tent automatically lined up in two rows with his gaze.
At this time, Dong Zhuocai sat comfortably on the handsome case, overlooking the entire school field, the Xiliang army was in bright armor, the flag was empty, and the military appearance was extremely majestic.
It was in stark contrast to the ragged, obscene and sluggish prisoners.
The flames of the oil pot were blazing, a suffocating smell began to solidify in the air, and the captives began to cry hoarsely in anticipation of the coming of the apocalypse.
Dong Zhuo's cruel laughter echoed in the school yard: "First cut down the yelling ones." β
The cold light flashed, accompanied by blood splashing, rolling to the ground, and the crying stopped abruptly.
Dong Zhuo raised his head in satisfaction, and suddenly found that there was no Lu Bu in the school field, and he frowned: "Where is Lu Bu?" β
Hu Zhen stepped out of the ranks, hugged his fists and said: "Qi Xiangguo, Lu Bu said that he has something important to do and can't come." β
"Something important? He didn't take the old man seriously. Dong Zhuo angrily smashed the handsome case, his eyes were beating with anger, he obviously still had Lu Bu occupying Hedong in his heart.
Dong Zhuo wanted to take the opportunity to kill Lu Bu, but he was afraid that the Kwantung princes would make a comeback, and this feeling was like a fish in his throat, and it was difficult to swallow.
"Xiangguo, why don't you take advantage of Lu Bu's fatigue to take him down in one fell swoop?" Li Wei suggested.
Dong Zhuo glanced at Li Dao, and the mood that had just been bored suddenly jumped again, Li Dao was right, Lu Bu must have been exhausted after fighting all night.
If you take the opportunity to attack at this time, you will definitely be caught off guard, and then you will not only be able to expand your military strength, but also recover the land east of the river.
"Xiangguo can't!" Li Ru hurriedly jumped out and suggested: "Now we should not turn our faces with Lu Bu, according to the Tanmalai report, it was only the forward of the Bingzhou Army that participated in the battle last night, and the Chinese army is still in Mengjindu, if our army attacks its department, it will do more harm than good." β
When Li Ru said this, his eyes were fixed on Li Dao: "Ru is here to ask the generals, who are you Lu Bu's opponent?" β
The corners of Li Ru's lips slanted a sneer: "If you can't win, there are two results." β
Dong Zhuo looked at Li Ru: "Which two?" β
"On the one hand, LΓΌ Bu retreated to Merge Prefecture, held Hedong, and blocked the road to Guanzhong; Both, Lu Bu surrendered to the Kwantung princes and fought back, no matter what the situation is, it is not something we can afford now. β
After Li Ru finished speaking, he respectfully retreated behind Dong Zhuo, as for how Dong Zhuo decides, that is his business, and it has nothing to do with him.
Dong Zhuo's curly beard resisted the wind, he suddenly got up, pointed at a group of prisoners and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Kill what should be killed, put down the pot that should be put down, and bury what should be buried. β
He poured all the anger brought by Lu Bu on the prisoners, and with his order, dozens of prisoners were raised high by the Xiliang army and thrown into the oil pot.
The sound of sizzling was incessant, and the prisoners who had been thrown into the oil pot were trapped hand and foot, jumping like a fish in the oil pot.
The flesh began to whiten, then scorched, and the heart-rending wails echoed through the school grounds, frightening the hearts of the prisoners like falling into an ice cellar.
The smile returned to Dong Zhuo's face, and he smiled extremely terrifyingly.
In the state camp, Lu Bugao sat on the handsome case, his eyes swept over the faces of the generals one by one, and then waved his hand: "Bring it up!" β
With his order, Wu Anguo, who was tied up with five flowers, was escorted into the big tent by the knife and axe hand, Lu Bu looked at it, and his voice was very mellow: "You are Beihai Wu Anguo"
"You're Lu Bu!" Wu Anguo boldly called Lu Bu by his name, but he didn't know how to be rude.
Lu Bu smiled: "I was captured this time, do you have anything to say?" β
"There is nothing to say." Wu Anguo is not good at communicating, and he shouldn't know how to answer Lu Bu, and he is not as good as others, otherwise he would not have been knocked to the ground by Lu Bu and captured.
In the eyes of Wu Anguo, Lu Bu is a thief who raises troops to help Dong, he has also heard of Lu Bu's name, and heard that the Huns were beaten back to northern Xinjiang by him, and he did not dare to step into the two realms of Heshuo to herd horses, but he can't understand why the famous generals praised by the world rebel against righteousness and help the abuse.
In Lu Bu's eyes, Wu Anguo, like Le Jin, is a generous warrior, only a true warrior dares to face the dripping blood, just from the appearance, at least a loyal person.
"Do you have any relatives in the general's family?" Lu Bu's tone was a little kind.
The generals in the tent all widened their eyes, they had never seen Lu Bu so gentle, they were dazzled.
"There is still an old mother in the house!" Wu Anguo wanted to slap himself in the face, he thought he was crazy, otherwise how could he tell Lu Bu all his details.
"The old mother is in the hall, great blessing." Lu Bu sighed: "In the war-torn world, how many families have died and their wives have been separated, and their children have to be lost and lost when they are old. β
Wu Anguo looked at him in a daze: "I can't imagine that Wen Hou also has a sigh of concern for Li Min, but why do you want to raise troops to help Dong?" β
"Even without me, do you think the Kwantung princes will relieve the suffering of the Li people? I can't see it. Lu Bu got up slowly and strode to Wu Anguo's side: "The general is in the camp, I'm afraid he knows the intrigue better than me." β
He untied the rope that bound Wu Anguo and asked, "The general trend is the general trend, what does General Wu An want?" β
Wu Anguo couldn't speak, his throat was like a ball of goose feathers: "I ......."
Lu Bu stared at him quietly: "I can't do anything reluctantly, if General Wu'an wants to go back to Beihai, he can leave by himself now, if there is a intention to return to obedience, I don't think you are a second minister, I can see that you are a rare general, but it's a pity that I met me, and I was replaced by someone else......"
Lu Bu shook his head: "It's hard to capture you." β
"I ......" Wu Anguo's face was flushed, his heart was as anxious as a cat's claw monkey, and he was so stupid that he couldn't spit out a decent word.
Lu Bu glanced at Zhang Liao: "Wenyuan, pick a good horse in the camp and give it to General Wu'an, let him go home, and he must not be stopped." β
"Wenhou ......," Wu Anguo suddenly shouted.
Lu Bu walked up to Wu Anguo, he was also waiting, waiting for Wu Anguo's heart.
Wu Anguo bowed down to Lu Bu, and he blushed: "Wu Anguo, I am willing to surrender!" β