A Weird Theater That Started In London

In just one night, tens of thousands of people can die in a place that can't be slapped on the map. The horror of war can be seen.

You know, there are no firearms in this era, and even the generals who understand the soul of war have to use their swords and halberds to harvest lives.

Du Quan looked at the yellow-turbaned strongman whose breathing was gradually faint, and an unnamed fire surged in his heart——

The **** world of thief!

Why should I let Lao Tzu come to Binzhou? !

Maybe the yellow halo in the sky is still working, and the voice of the yellow-turbaned man, Nana Mosquito, becomes clear again: "General...My family urinates..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Quan's voice choked with sobs: "Brother, don't speak, you protect me with your life. In the future, I will be rich and prosperous, and your family will have it!"

"Xihe County, Shilou, Zheng Shuanglian."

When the words fell, the clenched hand slowly loosened.

Zhou Tian, ​​the person in charge, felt his shoulders sink, and a trace of sorrow flashed in his heart——

If there is no choice, who wants to leave the broad road and go to the Yellow Turban Army, the ship that is bound to capsize.

You know, his initial starting point was an official army. He wanted to defend the frontiers and accumulate meritorious services for the Han Dynasty. What was the result?

I had a discord with Shangguan, and I was forced to do nothing. I simply obeyed the arrangements of fate and became a big villain!

"While the two armies were resting, I went to find a place to bury him."

Javier, the grace of a meal must be paid, and the grievance of Javier will be repaid, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, glaring at him.

Zhou Tian vaguely saw a strange beast roaring behind his friend, its face was like a jackal, and its body was like a leopard.

The Han army also paid a heavy price. Only the elite Qianqi led by Lu Bu and Lu Li had no less than 400 casualties, not to mention other troops, and the casualties were countless.

The screams and wailing sounds are endless, and there is a scene of hell.

At first, Lu Li wanted to take out the little yellow talisman left on his body to save people, but along the way, he dispelled this unrealistic idea.

Because all the seriously wounded, there is only one breath left, who should I save?

But when Lu Li approached the Chinese army camp, he heard laughter coming from inside.

In any case, the Han army did show its momentum in this battle. If it weren’t for the Taipingdao Gaogong Master to sacrifice his hole cards in time and split the battlefield with thunder, it would really be possible for Lu Bu and Zhang Liao to join forces to take the head of the generals. Level thing.

In order to boost morale, the generals must remain calm. As for laughter, isn't it the best way to show it?

Lu Li, who had returned from the camp, opened the curtains and walked in. The generals looked sideways, and the laughter stopped. Some people couldn't help but praised: "General Lu is so brave when he first joined the army, he is really a god!"

"That's not the case." Someone waved his hand and said, "General Chen didn't know it, and Meng Ming made a remarkable contribution when he attacked the Xiongnu..."

"The lord has Meng Ming, and he is even more powerful."

Amid a compliment, Lu Li stepped forward to salute Ding Yuan's military service and observed carefully. The lord's face was full of joy, his eyes were full of satisfaction, as if he was looking at his nephew.

Not to mention Lu Li himself, even Zhang Liao knew what the lord was making.

As for Lu Bu, since the scene of the meeting in the back garden, he was determined in his heart, fearing that something good would be coming.

At this time, Ding Yuan's hearty voice sounded: "Meng Ming, Fengxian, and Wen Yuan are doing their part in this battle."

Soldiers participating in the night battle, regardless of life or death, everyone has merit, but there is one fact that cannot be ignored: in a battle, it is impossible for everyone to play the same role. Yes, then everyone will be rewarded with the same credit, which is obviously not fair.

Jumping horizontally and horizontally, sharp and fierce.

In the eyes of Ding Yuan, satisfying the above sentence can be recorded as head work——

Lu Li and Lu Bu, led a lone army to advance, and cut several thieves in succession, frightening the enemies on the flanks to disperse and flee. They deserved this feat.

Zhang Liao rode the savior alone, beheaded the enemy generals together, and had a commanding power. This time, he was listed as the leading power, and no one dared to question it.

After hearing this, Lu Li said in his heart: What is the use of this military skill?

Hmm...Although it's beautiful, it can't be taken away. It's better not to happen.

Refuse?

Parents to enrich people.

The emperor is the prince of a country, and he can't take charge of his marriage, let alone other people. The big man governs the country with filial piety, and if he puts off his hat of filial piety, who can bear it?

What's more, Ding Gong has the grace to appreciate him and the grace to promote him, and now he wants to betroth his only daughter to him. This is a great grace that will never be repaid in ten generations.

If you refuse...

Within the four seas, there is no place to live!

Unfaithful, unrighteous, and unfilial.

After some psychological struggle, Lu Li really couldn't think of a way to deal with it, so he simply pressed his mind and said, "Master, Zhang Zhao, the young school, is ahead..."

Hearing this, Ding Yuan smiled even more. He looked around and smiled: "Meng Ming will fight. Not only will he be brave, but he will also command the troops. Before he heard any rewards, he rushed to ask for merit. NS!"

"The old man has Meng Ming, just like an extra arm."

There is appreciation in words.

When he promoted Lu Bu, it was just like that, right?

At this point, many generals raised their eyes and looked at Lu Li, seeing that his appearance was handsome and beautiful, and his appearance became more and more outstanding with the help of a bunch of rough men in the tent.

Once again, the lord's only daughter is in her boudoir.

Some thoughtful people have already figured out the key points, and immediately laughed with the lord.

Because, for the lord, finding a good son-in-law is the number one happy event in the world.

For a time, the atmosphere in the big tent was extremely peaceful, as if it were two worlds with the outside world.

"Don't worry about Meng Ming. After the war, the old man will definitely reward him for his merits and deeds and promote him. You let the little school wait for the news."

Lu Li arched his hands and said, "Yes."

Next, Ding Yuan narrowed his smile and asked the generals again, what are the casualties of his corporal?

The more lost their teachers and half of them (the county soldiers ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ the few were reduced by eleven (wolf cavalry).

The county soldiers were responsible for stabilizing the flanks. They shouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties. However, the battle involved 450,000 soldiers. The scene was a mess. In addition to the thick formation of the Chinese army, they were all composed of strong soldiers. The disintegrated Yellow Turban army In a panic, he instinctively rushed to both sides, picking and pinching soft persimmons.

However, in general, the morale of the Han army is fair now, much better than the Yellow Turban thief.

In this way, the generals discussed in the Chinese army camp for a while, and initially decided on the strategy. Ding Yuan waved his hand and told the generals to return to the camp, inspect and appease the wounded, and deal with important military affairs.

However, when the generals promised to retreat, he looked at Lu Li, stroked his beard and said, "Meng Ming, you accompany the old man to walk nearby."

"Telling!"

Out of instinct, Lu Li responded in a solemn voice.

But Ding Yuan shook his head, and said, "Don't be cautious."

Not long after, in the teasing gazes of Zhang Liao and Lu Bu, Lu Li followed the lord, slowly leaving the big tent, just like on the execution ground.