This matter had nothing to do with him in the first place, and he categorically did not want to bear the wrath of his lord.

With this in mind, everything else will be figured out.

"What are you afraid of," he said, "and there is a lot of deceit in this matter." ”

“…… Checkmate? ”

Chun Yuqiong said coldly, "Have you ever heard that the trick has an old relationship with Lu Lian? ”

The generals looked at each other.

In their joking chat, Lu Lian may have old relations with most of the generals in the Central Plains, including but not limited to Cao Cao's, Sun Ce, Liu Biao's, and Lu Bu's, but this kind of joke came to their own generals, which was obviously unexpected to them.

The land hanging fish that is "old" with many people has temporarily forgotten about the tricks.

By the time she had exchanged her horses and wounded, and had silently headed north, the soldiers in the former barracks had risen from their stinking marching couches, weary of a bowl of broth and a piece of bread, and devoured their usual delicacy, then tightened their belts, picked up their weapons, and headed for the Wuhuan camp in the morning light.

When Lu Hangyu arrived, he saw such a scene.

The battle between the two sides continued, with the infantry attacking the camp and the cavalry firing on both flanks, and as soon as the infantry opened a hole, the cavalry was ready to rush up and smash the enemy's head with their horses' hooves.

But she looked at it for a while, and she always felt that something was not quite right.

"Fox ...... "What do you think?" she cried. ”

Hulugu was a little unhappy, "General, my surname is Liu." ”

"Good, good, Liu Bozhen," she changed her tone very good-naturedly, "what do you think of our army's horsemen?" ”

This little yellow Hun with a little plateau red on his face, and as soon as he wore a military uniform, he showed two hoop legs on his face, took a few steps forward, squinted his eyes for a while, and suddenly realized, "General, the war horse is lacking." ”

Xiao Sima on the other side immediately humbly asked for advice, "How can Brother Liu see it at a glance?" ”

"Look at those horses, their necks are turning around," Fox Lugu pointed to the cavalry who had been shooting a round in the distance, turning his head to re-prepare the charge, "Look at those knights again, and if you don't run a round, you have to bow your head and curse." ”

Xiao Sima pricked up his ears, "That's all?" ”

"Although they are not the Huns of the steppe, they are all veterans who have experienced a hundred battles and can eat and drink on horseback," said Hulugu, "and they are almost unable to control their horses, can they not be seen at a glance?" ”

"Let them rest for a while," Lu Hangyu said, "Send someone to ask General Zhang to come back, I have something to say to him." ”

The sun has not yet climbed to the middle of the heavens.

But the state army did feel more tired than ever.

This exhaustion did not come from the fact that Badun was such a fierce opponent - that Da Dan Yu was indeed brave, and led his own army to repel their attacks several times, but for Zhang Liao, it was not enough to affect him.

The exhaustion he felt came from anxiety.

Among the captives of the Wen Chou army, there were a few who joined the army, and they not only made it clear that they came from Wuchao, but even explained the army under Puyang City.

A few days later, a few days earlier, there will be a letter from Puyang, if it is a request for help, it will already make them smile—but it is more likely to warn them that Puyang City has been lost.

But even if he asked for help, Lu Hangyu had no way to separate another self.

She can first defeat Wen Chou, and then win over Badun, she has gone all out to go back and forth on this ten-mile road, using her own soldiers and horses as two shares, how can she still confront Bunton while returning to Puyang?

Therefore, Zhang Liao must be faster, and then break through the army of Wuhuan people, only in this way can she have a little more time to maneuver and rest.

When he was ordered to return to the Chinese army and jumped off his horse and walked towards her, a layer of dust and dried blood scabs on his body also fell to the ground, which made him hesitate for a moment and stomp his foot again.

So someone got ahead of the crowd and took an urgent letter and handed it to her.

The sun shone on the big silk, and she stood under it, her face just shrouded in shadows, and there was a group of people around her, so naturally it was impossible to see what she looked like when she read the letter.

But when Zhang Liao walked over, she had finished reading the letter, put the silk back into the bag, held it in her hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"We have the chance to win, and we don't have to attack so quickly."

When she said this, not only did she have a smile on her face, but her voice was filled with a careless lightness, as if she were not commanding a war, but merely watching the rise and fall of the history books with him.

She didn't seem to hear the drums of war, she couldn't see the soldiers shouting her name and rushing to death, she couldn't even see the marks of the long lances and halberds on his face.

She was just clearly giving the order for the cavalry to suspend the offensive, nothing more.

So Zhang Liao looked at her face that didn't know how to lie very much, and understood everything.

"The general will withdraw most of the cavalry," he said, "and I will lead hundreds of my own troops to charge the battle again, and I will not return them without breaking the ruins!" ”

The smile on Lu Hangyu's face suddenly disappeared.

She stepped forward, as if to say something, but she was silent for a moment, eventually just nodding slightly.

"Be careful." She said.

His entourage was also exhausted.

When they dismounted, their legs couldn't help but tremble, so someone accidentally fell to the ground.

But under the stern gaze of the general, they got up in disarray, and got back on their feet.

The general groaned for a while, then looked at them, "How long have you been away from home?" ”

The soldiers looked at each other...... They came out, it seems like half a year?

But the general's expression made them realize that he was not asking about the "home" of that drama city.

There they married and had children, built houses and property, and over time they almost forgot where they came from.

They seem to have been born in the "Chao Shifang" in the drama city, their relatives are only colleagues, and their memories are only few.

"General Lu always told us that when the Han Dynasty is peaceful, we can repel Hu Lu and go back to our hometown in Bingzhou. Now that Xianbei has been repelled, most of the Wuhuan tribe has also retreated," Zhang Liao said, "Let's win this battle again, and those Hulu who occupy the state will no longer have strong men to use!" ”

"Sons!"

Among the silent veterans of Bingzhou, a roar suddenly broke out!

They were on their horses with a determined heart, and it seemed that they were not rushing towards the burning camp that was close at hand, but their distant homeland!

In the hometown of another famous person in Jizhou, someone is busy carrying boxes from the big house.

Those boxes are old and new, but they are all exquisite, magnificent carved wooden boxes, so it is normal for the female relatives of the family to feel distressed when they are carried out.

But the little woman chased after her, standing in the doorway and crying, which was somewhat eye-catching.

More and more boxes were brought out, and the crowd of onlookers grew, and when they saw the little woman crying, they pointed even more.

But there were so many servants and maidservants in the house, and no one dared to step forward to stop them, so they cried until the head of the house came back and stopped for a while.

When the goatee-bearded middle-aged scribe saw her appearance, he immediately stomped her foot and pulled her back to the palace.

"What is it like to lean against the door and cry! You're not ashamed! ”

"The concubine is not ashamed!" The little woman craned her neck and screamed, "These are all good silks and good silks!" One horse is more than a thousand words! You've given it all! The female dependents in the family are not clothed, and they know what to be ashamed of! ”

"Since you are a woman, you have hands and feet, why can't you spin and weave?!"

"The hands and feet of the concubine were given by the parents! If the concubine wants to marry a Tian Shehan, she won't marry you to judge the south! ”

The green tendons on the head jumped up.

"This battle is about Ming Gong's victory in the Central Plains! I use some of my possessions now, and I won't return them in the future! ”

"How many years has the world been in turmoil, who has ever heard that the lord is fighting a war and has to sell the property of the ministers?!" She shouted angrily, "You will take all the family property to replenish military funds!" The Great Han can have a courtier like you! ”

This question didn't stump the trial at all, "I'm not Hanchen." ”

The of his family was stunned for a while, "You are not Hanchen, what are you?" ”

"I am the minister of the Ming Duke," the judge said coldly, "Don't say that the family property is my head, and it is also the Ming Duke's alone." ”

Chapter 425

The enemy finally showed signs of fatigue.

The cavalry on both flanks seemed to have withdrawn, and the enemy troops outside the slave camp on the south side were also few, so the Wuhuan people could finally exhale and take a deep breath.

The air was neither clear nor fresh, it was so hot that when inhaled into the lungs, there was only a dull ache of burning fire, and the scorching and foul smell in it was completely ignored by the belligerents.

There was a raging fire everywhere, and the fence that had burned once yesterday had been soaked in water, and today it was able to light it again, and then it finally became pitch black and crispy, and under the trampling of a certain war horse, it could not even make a loud noise, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

They left a few wells in the camp, and at first the slaves were hurrying to fetch water to extinguish the fire, but then the slaves were afraid to come forward in the melee, so they were counted by the leader, and then the soldiers drove them forward with spears from behind.

Among these disheveled and unclothed slaves were Han Chinese, but many were Huns, Xianbei people, the rest of the miscellaneous people, and even the Wuhuan people of a defeated tribe. When they were still in the slave camps, they would form gangs and hate each other because of their identity and bloodline.

But now that hateful look is gone. When they were driven forward and fell in a salvo of arrows from the Han army, their identities became very unified, and there was no longer a need to distinguish between identities and even each other.

They were unified by the Wuhuan people who carried rattan cards, and instead of the fence, they became new fortifications.

There were even dead soldiers among them, but the Wuhuan people didn't care anymore.

They stepped on their father's and brother's bodies that were not yet cold and stiff, and roared to fight against the Qingzhou army!

In and around this camp that has been fought over and trampled over and over again, they all fought like this, and they no longer cared whether they were their comrades or the enemy under their feet!

The wilderness, which had been repeatedly baptized by fire and blood, took on a black-and-red hue, but it eventually returned to a chaotic reddish-brown—

Fight! The never-ending battle!

He untied his skin and poured a large mouthful of water vigorously.

His throat ached again, and it hurt so much that he could barely speak, and the thin, soft fish bone seemed to make his throat completely swollen, and when he drank the water, the water that flowed through the wound seemed to turn into a soldering iron that reached into his throat in an instant, and burned it fiercely against the wound.

By the time the water fell into his stomach pouch, they turned into blood, boiling hot, and he almost wanted to vomit them again.

But he still restrained himself, and withdrew his cold gaze from the north.

It's been two days, and the reinforcements from the Black Nest haven't arrived yet.

There was no main infantry, no cavalry, not even a single messenger who passed through the enemy line and rushed into the camp covered in blood.

If he could see the messenger, he thought to himself, he must lift him up with both hands, and praise his courage! Then the soldiers of the entire battalion will know that their reinforcements will be coming soon!

But he looked to the north, through the fire and scorched corpses, all he could see was the dense Qingzhou soldiers, those holding weapons, the collar and cuffs of their clothes rolled red edges, showing Liu Bei's "Han blood".

They stood there day and night, tirelessly, without fear, and every time he rushed forward with his own army, they would retreat.

Badun would not fall into their trap, and as long as he forced them back, he would immediately return to his own Chinese army.

So a moment later, the Qingzhou soldiers once again rushed up with bows and crossbows, long cards, and halberds, again and again, until there were fewer and fewer pro-soldiers around him, and the Qingzhou soldiers were still flashing their cold eyes, constantly approaching him in the flames, approaching!

"Da Danyu, they are gradually retreating, is it the arrival of reinforcements?"