"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ……”

The earth-shattering war drums sounded in front of the Tiger Prison Pass, less than half a mile before the pass, the camp of the coalition army spread out backwards, and all kinds of colorful flags swayed in a row, until they were connected into the distance, and as far as the eye could see, there was no edge at all.

The Tiger Pass is a riverside pass with rushing water on one side and mountains on the other, and it is like a nail embedded in the two, blocking the access to the imperial capital of Luoyang.

It seems that there are only more than a thousand soldiers on the city wall, but both arrows and fire oil are ready, not to mention the number of reserves, these soldiers and equipment alone are enough for the Kwantung Army to drink a pot.

But despite the fact that the defenders of Tiger Prison Pass were so prepared, there was no actual action on the side of the Kwantung Army.

Bishui Pass is only thirty miles away from Tiger Prison Pass, and the coalition army arrived early in the morning, but now it is past noon, and they are just watching at the pass, no generals call for formation, and they do not send soldiers to attack the city, they simply pull the soldiers out to bask in the sun.

What is this for?

Zhou Ping frowned dissatisfied, he rubbed his stomach, eating lunch in this era is the patent of those dignitaries, and ordinary people have no habit of eating lunch, but it is obvious that Zhou Ping's stomach bag from modern times is obviously not adapted.

But the soldiers around him did not have the slightest sense of dissatisfaction, they seemed to enjoy this calm of inaction, no one would die if they did not fight, and there was food and drink in the barracks, so why not do it - except for the soldiers who beat the drums - they had been beating for a long time, and the calluses on their hands were torn.

And at this moment, the originally weak drum beat suddenly became compact, and Zhou Ping subconsciously looked at it, only to see a general wearing white armor, holding a silver gun, and riding a white horse slowly walked out of the formation.

Gongsun Zhan, Zhou Ping had seen him at the coalition conference, dressed in beautiful white, worthy of his name as a white horse general.

So, finally someone can't help but come out to fight?

Zhou Ping said secretly in his heart.

In his opinion, this kind of behavior is a hero, and a legend is a legend, but for the soldiers of the general, it is undoubtedly a risky adventure.

However, later, after participating in several coalition meetings, Zhou Ping finally realized the value of fighting generals.

For this world, personal bravery can indeed influence the situation of the war, and there are 10,000 enemies in the true sense. Therefore, the fighting general, in a sense, can also be regarded as a kind of decapitation action.

The victory of the fighting general is not only the improvement of one's own morale and the weakening of the opponent's morale, but more importantly, it can be exchanged for the opponent's combat power without any damage to one's own combat power - even if the generals on one's side are injured, it is only temporary.

But even so, it shouldn't be Gongsun Zhan who went out of the battle, he is one of the princes of the Eighteen Roads, and the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, even if he is in a hurry to seek merit, isn't it good to send his subordinate Zhao Yun out.

Yes, at this time, Zhao Yun was still Gongsun Zhan's subordinate.

Zhou Ping was still puzzled here, but Gongsun Zan over there was riding a white horse, standing in front of the city gate with great momentum, shouting loudly.

"Lu Bu child! Listen to me! Today, our coalition army is pointing at Luoyang, swearing to Dong thieves, don't quickly switch and release people, I will spare you from death! ”

Frankly speaking, if there was no previous hesitation, Gongsun Chan's call would still be very imposing, but with the previous hesitation, Gongsun Chan's call would sound like nothing literary and no deterrence at all.

Sure enough, instead of angering the other party, Gongsun Zhan's call for battle caused the soldiers on the city tower to laugh.

"I don't know what to do!"

Gongsun Chan was annoyed and angry, only to see him stab straight with his spear, and a silver-white flash shot out from the head of the spear, drawing an equally silver-white trajectory in the air, and directly blasting towards the city tower.

There was a tooth-aching grinding sound, and I saw the flash of light crashing on the battlement wall of the city tower, twisting in a chaotic manner, marking several mottled nicks.

If this flash hits a person, at least it can make him a blur of flesh and blood.

The laughter stopped instantly, and the soldier closest to the cut was obviously frightened, and with fear, he retreated under the battlement wall very boldly.

On the side of the coalition camp, the soldiers also burst into laughter when they saw the soldier's embarrassment.

In a burst of laughter, Zhou Ping couldn't help but be a little puzzled, according to historical records, this Lu Bu should be a brave and unscrupulous martial artist, but now that Gongsun Chan is so provocative, why can he still hold back, could it be that he is actually a brave and resourceful person?

"Report!"

In the large camp inside the Tiger Prison Pass, a herald ran in with a long voice.

"General, the enemy's general Gongsun Chan is calling for battle!"

"Got it."

The tall man sitting in the position of the main general nodded.

The man was more than seven feet long, about one meter eight in translating, and he wore a bright silver crown with two slender pheasant tails floating behind his head; Step on a pair of shiny silver boots with a metallic sheen reflected on the toe cap.

He was wearing a set of silver beast face armor, but the beast face was not the usual eye, but a glutton.

Flying general Lu Bu.

The herald was waiting for Lu Bu's next sentence, but after waiting for a while, he realized that the original sentence "I know" was all he wanted to say.

"General, don't you go to war?"

The herald asked tentatively.

"Wait."

Lu Bu said in a deep voice, he tilted his head slightly, looked at the shadow beside him, and a huge beast head slowly emerged from the shadow.

The head of the beast looked more than a foot high, a little like a tiger and a leopard, but a huge mouth was completely different from the tiger and leopard, only to see that the beast had a wide mouth and no lips, and its huge and sharp fangs grew wantonly, and it was completely incompatible with neatness, only thick hideousness.

"Forget it, don't wait, I'm hungry, so let's do it now."

Between the fangs opening and closing, a hoarse voice came from the big mouth.

Gourmand.

This beast's head is gluttony.

Gluttony is a representative of gluttony, it not only devours everything around him, but even his own body, it devours it cleanly, and in the end, only this beast head remains.

"Then let's get out of the battle."

Lu Bu nodded, he raised his hand and made a move, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in the corner flew directly into his hand, he strode past the herald, and with his footsteps, it was a little bit of blood—on the ground of the camp, there were pools of blood flowing one after another.

The blood flowed purposefully onto Lu Bu's body, covering his armor with another layer of blood-red shell.

The gluttony fluttered with Lu Bu's pace, and without warning, he quietly opened his big mouth and swallowed the herald in one gulp.

"If you eat again, there will be no heralds in the camp."

Lu Bu didn't reply, and his pace did not slow down in the slightest.