Zhang Lang put on that heavy beast-faced Tang Ni armor with the help of the girl. Touching the cold armor, a wonderful feeling rose in Zhang Lang's heart, feeling that he was Lu Bu, and the memories of the past twenty years were like a dream of Nan Ke. When I walked to the weapon rack, I saw a Fang Tian painting halberd more than two meters long standing there quietly. The whole body is made of iron, exuding a dark and dull luster, and several places on the long pole are densely wrapped with fine hemp rope, which is to increase the grip strength; Sharp and sharp, the crescent blade emits wisps of coldness.

Zhang Lang subconsciously grasped it, and a feeling of seeing an old friend came to his heart.

He pulled out Fang Tian's painting halberd and went out.

However, Zhang Lang was dumbfounded as soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he didn't know where to go. In front of you is a picturesque garden landscape, there is a lotus pond in the distance, the weeping willows on the side of the lotus pond, a pavilion is located on the lotus pond, and the corridor of the compound road winds in the green shade. But where is the portal?

Zhang Lang wanted to turn around and ask the girl, but after thinking about it, it was better not to ask. So he stubbornly walked straight ahead.

When the girl saw Zhang Lang walking towards the back door, she felt strange, but she didn't dare to ask.

Zhang Lang walked around the lotus pond and into a dense shade of trees, where a small wooden door came into view. Zhang Lang hesitated. Where does this door lead? It can't be a latrine, right?

I opened the door and saw an alley passing in front of it. Zhang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, came out of the door, turned around and closed the door. Walking out of the alley, I saw the gate on the left, and several tall soldiers with helmets and steel swords on their waists were standing on both sides of the gate. When they saw Zhang Lang come out of the alley, they were all stunned and hurriedly bowed.

Zhang Lang looked around at the gate and said secretly: Doesn't Lu Bu have a red rabbit horse? Why didn't you even see a single horsehair?

Glancing at the soldiers who were still in a bowing posture, he was moved, and shouted, "Go, bring my horse!" ”

The soldier at the head immediately stood up and clenched his fists in agreement, and then asked, "General, do you want to inform General Gao Shun?" The reason why this soldier asked this question was because Gao Shun was the captain of Lu Bu's guard, and when Lu Bu usually traveled, the guards led by Gao Shun would also accompany him.

The soldier's words were in Zhang Lang's arms, because he was worried that he couldn't find Dong Zhuo, and in his mind, Gao Shun, as Lu Bu's confidant, must know where Dong Zhuo was. Zhang Lang nodded, "Hmm." ”

The soldiers hurriedly rushed through the gate.

A moment later, Zhang Lang, who was waiting at the gate, heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the side. When I turned my head to look, I saw dozens of knights riding tall horses and heavy armor trotting over! Zhang Lang was intimidated by their momentum and couldn't help but hold his breath. And no wonder he is, because these knights are truly amazing! Look at the horses under their crotches, they are extremely majestic, and they have the potential to soar into the sea during their runs; And those people, all of them have a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with a cold expression, and under the backdrop of a black armor, they give people a very strong sense of oppression, they are the personal soldiers of Lu Bu, the first fierce general of the Three Kingdoms!

Dozens of knights rushed to a stop a few meters in front of Zhang Lang, turned over and dismounted in unison, and greeted Zhang Lang with a fist, "General." ”

Zhang Lang was very nervous, and nodded lightly pretendingly, "Hmm." ”

Everyone stood up, and the strongest and most impressive knight led by the leader led a fiery red horse to Zhang Lang. Zhang Lang recognized it at a glance, Red Rabbit Horse! There's absolutely nothing wrong with that! There is no second horse like this with a flame like this, except for the red rabbit horse! I saw that it held its head high, extremely imposing, and arrogant, and the horses next to it did not dare to raise their heads in front of it; It's also a full lap bigger than the horse next to it! This premier horse of the Three Kingdoms era made Zhang Lang secretly amazed!

Zhang Lang took the reins from Gao Shun's hand, and the originally extremely proud Red Rabbit Horse immediately became obedient, lowered its originally high head, and gently rubbed Zhang Lang's arm. Zhang Lang could feel its closeness to him, and couldn't help but smile.

Roll over and step onto the horse's back, gently pinching the horse's belly with your legs. The red rabbit horse immediately walked slowly forward. At this moment, Zhang Lang may not realize that he has never ridden a horse before, he is so proficient, as if he was born with it! It seems that although the soul in this Lu Bu's body has changed, these skills have not disappeared.

Gao Shun followed with all his personal soldiers, hugging Zhang Lang's left and right and behind him.

Zhang Lang glanced at Gao Shun, who was following closely, and raised his horsewhip, "I'm going to see the prime minister, you bring a few people to open the way for me!" ”

Gao Shun didn't feel strange at all, hugged his fists and promised, and then led more than a dozen horsemen to cross Zhang Lang and walk in front to open the way for him. Dozens of horsemen marched through the streets without hurry, and there was quite a rampant and domineering posture. On the way, they encountered several groups of soldiers one after another, all of whom hurriedly avoided giving way, and the officer headed by them also saluted Zhang Lang respectfully, which shows that Lu Bu is usually domineering!

Zhang Lang suddenly noticed something unusual, why didn't there be a single person on the street? Turning his head and looking around, he saw that the city wall was not far away, the city was far from as large as expected, and the buildings on both sides of the street seemed very drab and rudimentary, basically adobe wooden houses. Zhang Lang felt very strange: Could this be Luoyang? How is this how it looks? Could it be that the records in the history books deceive people?

While they were thinking wildly, the group came to a gate. Gordon, who was in charge of driving in front, reined in his horse. Zhang Lang hurriedly reined in the red rabbit horse. Turning his head to look at the courtyard next to him, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Although the courtyard in front of him is much better than the adobe wooden houses I have seen before, and it is also stronger than the courtyard where I live, but compared with the legendary mansion of Prime Minister Dong Cheng, who is extremely poor and luxurious, the contrast is too great! Zhang Lang couldn't help but wonder if the history books had blackened Dong Fatzi too much?!

While thinking nonsense, he got off the horse.

A middle-aged man dressed in a Confucian shirt with three long strands of hair under his chin trotted down the steps. Just when Zhang Lang was thinking about whether to pretend not to see him, the man had already greeted him warmly, "Oh, Fengxian, why did you come?" Everyone is waiting for you? ”

"Hmm." Zhang Lang grunted in response, and walked up the steps towards the gate with Fang Tian's halberd. Gao Shun and the others did not accompany them, and they all stayed at the foot of the steps and waited.

The scribe approached Zhang Lang's side and asked with a concerned expression, "Fengxian, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Zhang Lang shook his head, "It's okay! ”

When the two of them walked through the door, they were greeted by a bare front lawn and a slightly old hall, in which there seemed to be a lot of people. Zhang Lang felt a little weak in his heart, and asked the scribe next to him, "Who are you here today?" ”

"Oh, except for the prime minister, all the generals are here! I'm waiting for Feng to come first, so I can discuss a strategy to defeat the enemy!"

Zhang Lang was stunned for a moment and stopped, "What is the strategy to break the enemy?" ”

The scribe blinked stupidly, "Isn't it just to discuss how to repel the princes of the Eighteenth Route of Kanto under the pass?" ”

Zhang Lang was taken aback, and shouted in his stomach: Why did you go to the Eighteenth Route Princes to crusade against Dong Zhuo? His grandma's! What can I do? I'm not ready yet!