Such crazy words can only be said by Zhang Yu, he has read history and tasted the Three Kingdoms, but he can't read Cao Cao thoroughly.

These remarks made Chen Gong feel incredible, people's hearts are unpredictable, but it is also the same, although this doll is young, it is really good.

"What do you think, sir? If there is nothing else to do, please ask Mr. to go to the guest room in the house to rest, if Mr. wants to run, Yu will not stop him. ”

Zhang Yu bowed politely, turned around, and ignored Chen Gong again.

Chen Gong had a feeling of being ignored, but he still returned the salute, bowed to Xiao Zhang Yu unexpectedly, and then turned to leave, recalling the words that Zhang Yu had just said, summoned the yellow scarf pawn, exited the pavilion, and disappeared into the endless night.

It doesn't seem like he's been here all the time.

However, he didn't want to leave, he really wanted to see all the abilities of this strange young master of the yellow turban.

Seeing the man leaving, Lu Bu was finally willing to speak,

"I've never seen anyone treat war criminals the way you do."

"The general thinks it's strange."

"For others, it's weird, but it's normal for you to be weird."

"General Xie praises, General, Yu is sleepy, retire first."

"Go ahead."

Zhang Yu kicked away the stones under his feet, one kick, two kicks, all the way back to his house, and he still didn't change.

He took off his dirty clothes, fell down on the bed, and slept with his head covered.

Lu Bu didn't want to rest yet, his body was tired, but his spirit was still excited, he looked at the sky, and asked from the bottom of his heart, uncle, what should I do next?

I can't even protect my wife and daughter. How do I protect the monarch and how do I defend the Han?

He struggled hard in his heart, but it was a pity that Uncle Jianyang in heaven would not show him the way.

Zhang Yu's words also made him fall into confusion, what is right and what is wrong, Lu Bu is already a little confused, how to calm the world, except for the minister, he himself has no answer.

He clenched his fists hard, about the name of loyalty and rebellion, the rebellion of the Han Dynasty, if it could be solved with his fists, how good it would be.

This ridiculous idea made the silent worm laugh again, and laughed all night.

War is always cruel, whether it is before, during, or after the war, whether it is victory or defeat, which is why Zhang Yu hates war.

Missing the rooster crowing in the early morning, Zhang Yu was not woken up from hunger until noon the next day, and after sleeping for so long, I don't know if he had a dream about peace.

The rumbling stomach made him have to get out of bed to find food, three or two mouthfuls of chaff tasted it all, Zhang Yu sent food to Xiao Liu Xie, although Zhang Yu wanted to give him freedom, but the Yellow Turban generals did not agree, this Luoyang is too chaotic, eighty percent of the Yellow Turbans pointed the finger at the little emperor, give him freedom, or too much time. comforted him a few words, counted the hour, said goodbye to Liu Xie, and rushed to the hall.

The cruelty after the war lies in pacification, reconstruction, and the statistics of casualties and destruction, and now the entire Luoyang is destroyed, and I don't know how many yellow scarves have died.

sighed again, I don't know what I was thinking, stepping into the familiar room, or the familiar desk, and the seat, in Luoyang, they haven't changed much.

There are already a few generals in the room who are ahead, and when they see the young master coming, they all salute and say hello, Zhang Yu responds and sits down generously, but unfortunately there is no Xu Huang by his side.

Not long after, Li Le, Yang Feng and others came one after another, the Yellow Turban generals had already arrived, but Zhang Yu was reluctant to start the military discussion, and they didn't want to ask anything, the young master didn't want to start, there was always a reason for him.

This damn Lu Bu won't forget today's events, right?

I was thinking of sending someone to find Lu Bu, but I heard steady footsteps outside the house, accompanied by a yawn, and was approaching here.

Lu Bu came at the right time, seeing that he had already faded his armor, wearing ordinary clothes, and without the heroic spirit when he wore armor, he was like an uncle next door who had just woken up, but fortunately, the sharp energy between his eyebrows was still there, and his tall size proved that he was a general.

His eyes were slightly swollen, and the black marks under his sockets were conspicuous. This man can't stay awake all night, right?

He was followed by a person, his simple clothes could not hide his heroic appearance, he was much younger than Lu Bu, but he was much calmer than him.

Zhang Yu knows this person, he is Zhang Liao, Lu Bu's dear Wenyuan brother, Zhang Liao in history, both civil and military, leading the troops to set up strategic martial arts, proficient in everything, otherwise he would not have sympathized with Second Brother Guan.

Zhang Yu looked at the two people who came here, and the people who could leave their names in history were all heroes, but the images of these two heroes were really far apart.

Lu Bucai ignored Zhang Yu's disdainful eyes, ignored the doubts of the yellow scarf in the room, and walked straight to Zhang Yu, still in the tone of the lecture,

"Little ghost, this is my position, open it to me."

Seeing this, the Yellow Turban people were not happy, why did they talk to the young master of my family like this?

One by one, their faces changed, they got up, and their fists were about to move.

Zhang Yu waved his hand to appease everyone, facing Lu Bu, he was not so cowardly, how could he be the coach of the Yellow Turban, the master of Luoyang, and it was understandable to be in the right position.

"I came to this seat first, general, please find him."

"The little ghost has the support of this group of miscellaneous fish, dare to argue with me? Open and open. ”

picked up Zhang Yu, stepped into the seat, and let Zhang Yu struggle in his hands, Zhang Yu did not show weakness, used both hands and feet, and punched and kicked Lu Bu, but it had no effect.

The Yellow Turban and Zhang Liao looked at the two of them, is this still a heroic general on the battlefield, is this still a wise and calm young master?

This is clearly a naughty child and a big child who has not grown up.

Zhang Liao looked embarrassed, Brother Fengxian, don't forget that you are still the father of a nine-year-old girl, why are you still so uncalm.

Zhang Liao, Yang Feng and the other Yellow Turbans reached a consensus for the first time, and these two were strange masters.

It was the first time that they cooperated, and they finally pulled the two apart, although it was a bit strange to sit like this, but they were finally able to be quiet for a while.

Zhang Yu and Lu Bu did not give in to each other, and sat in the right position together, Zhang Yu squeezed in front of Lu Bu, and Lu Bu stopped behind Zhang Yu, the two of them looked the same, and their faces pretended to be angry were full of desire for victory and peace.

The two didn't want to speak, so they had to let Yang Feng speak, break the embarrassment in the house, and start to report the post-war events in Luoyang.

The attacking enemy suffered heavy casualties, and in Luoyang City alone, there were no less than 8,000 enemy corpses, and there were countless escapees.

Captured countless swords, halberds, and shields, found the enemy's grain and grass outside the city, solved the famine in Luoyang, and had to rush more than a dozen car ladder well rails.

It sounds like the Yellow Turban and Luoyang have achieved an extraordinary victory, but the price paid for this victory is too great.

After the chaotic battle the day before yesterday, in Luoyang City, the Yellow Turban brothers suffered heavy casualties, more than 50,000 dead, countless wounded, and all thatched houses were destroyed. The hope that had just been built up was destroyed by a war to the point that there was nothing left of it.

Listening to this, Zhang Yu's body couldn't help but tremble, 50,000 is not just a number, but 50,000 fresh lives, just a battle, and it was wiped out.

He didn't want to listen any longer, so he stopped Yang Feng.

The refugees were displaced, sleeping with the corpses, and the yellow turbans were homeless, coexisting and dying with Luoyang.

The people of troubled times are not as good as the dogs of prosperous times.

This is the cruelty of war, and Zhang Yu hates war.