PFC Chapter 81 Gathering the Miscellaneous Barbarians
Chapter 81 Gathering the Miscellaneous Barbarians
Chapter 81 Gathering the Miscellaneous Barbarians
It only took a little over a month.
Lu Bu grew even taller. Originally eight feet tall, he seemed to have grown even taller, heading straight for nine feet.
Just as Lü Ping sat back down, waiting for the raggedly dressed Xiongnu man that Song Xian had mentioned to enter,
Lu Bu sneered, carrying a roasted chicken in one hand and pulling Song Xian, who had just come in to deliver the news, along with the other hand, and walked towards another place.
Then they saw Lü Bu appear.
Song Xian was initially delighted, but then, as if remembering something, he subconsciously looked astonished and took a step back.
As Lü Bu, his eyes filled with malice, pulled him toward a corner of the camp.
Song Xian looked to Lü Ping for help.
Seeing this scene.
Lu Ping hesitated, then finally let out a soft sigh and offered a final word of advice.
"Keep it down!"
"Don't let anyone else hear this!"
He originally intended to speak up and stop them.
Just by looking at Song Xian's expression, he immediately understood.
Song Xian probably recognized Lü Bu's white horse at the time, and knowing that Lü Bu was afraid of him and dared not come out, he deliberately used Lü Bu's white horse to make up the difference.
"Don't worry, Father!"
Lu Bu sneered and nodded emphatically.
"I certainly won't let anyone know!"
talking.
Lu Bu stuffed the roasted chicken into his mouth, then freed his hand to tear a piece of cloth from Song Xian's body and stuff it into his mouth.
The man was strong and powerful, and Song Xian could not break free. He forced Song Xian to speak, and Song Xian could not utter a single word.
Seeing this scene.
Helpless, Lü Ping turned his head away and stopped looking, but he could still hear muffled groans coming from the direction the two had gone.
Obviously.
Song Xian was beaten quite badly.
Just as Lü Ping was carefully listening to the sounds of the two leaving, fearing that he might accidentally kill Song Xian,
Beside him, a wandering swordsman from Jiuyuan, who was somewhat closer to him, whispered a reminder.
"Marshal."
"The Huns are here!"
Lu Ping turned his head and followed the gaze of the wandering knight from the Nine Plains.
At the entrance of the camp.
A large group of Huns, dressed in tattered clothes and with their hair disheveled, looking extremely disheveled and like beggars, were entering under Cheng Lian's leadership.
Kebineng, who had just been recruited and hadn't had a chance to leave yet, was also carefully following behind Cheng Lian, curiously looking at the inner camp.
As soon as the group of Xiongnu people entered, they spotted Lü Ping sitting in the open space. Before they could even stand still, one of the dark-skinned youths quickened his pace and walked straight toward Lü Ping.
This gesture startled Cao Xing, who had also entered, who mistook him for an assassin. He was greatly alarmed and immediately drew his sword to stop him.
But then he saw his own Lü Bo rise to greet him, and even take the initiative to reach out and shake hands with the Xiongnu youth.
Cao Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, he calmly sheathed his sword.
"Young Master Lü! It really is you!"
"It's been several months since we last saw you after parting ways in Jiuyuan!"
"I never expected that after only a few months, you've become such a high-ranking official, with a salary of a thousand bushels of grain! What a transformation you've taken!"
The young man was filled with excitement and hurriedly went to greet Lü Ping. He walked in front of Lü Ping, reached out his hand, and wanted to shake Lü Ping's hand.
only...
As soon as he stretched out his hands, the boy suddenly noticed the blackness on them and instinctively hesitated. He wanted to pull his hands back and wipe them on his body.
Before he could pull it back...
Lu Ping smiled broadly and, without any sign of disdain, directly grasped the hands of the dark-skinned boy.
"Ulcub?"
"What are you all doing here?"
"Where is your father? I haven't seen him."
Yes.
The dark-skinned, slightly disheveled Xiongnu youth was none other than the young master of the Ur tribe who had asked him to buy salted fish when he was still in the village.
If it weren't for this Ur tribe.
He himself had nowhere to put on a show, and might still be hiding outside the city. How could he possibly lead hundreds of soldiers to the north to suppress the rebels?
Seeing that Lü Ping, who was already a high-ranking official, was holding his hands, Wu Erlu was quite flattered, and a hint of gratitude unconsciously surfaced in his eyes.
Followed by.
Upon hearing Lü Ping's question, Wuerlu's eyes dimmed once again.
"In response to Lord Lü, my father..."
My father...is dead!
"What?!" Lu Ping was completely stunned.
"Urhan is dead?!"
The white horse ridden by the Lü family father and son was a gift from the rather sensible Urhan.
Beside him.
Cheng Lian, who had previously dealt with the old man Urhan and the donkey Urhan, was overjoyed to see his old friend again.
Upon hearing the little donkey's words, his expression froze.
"How did they die? When did it happen?"
"Your family received those baskets of salted fish and a considerable amount of other goods from Uncle Lü. Logically, you should be living a very comfortable life! How could you have died?"
Cheng Lian was anxious and asked repeatedly.
In his haste, although he was in the army, he unusually did not address Lü Ping as "Marquis," but instead addressed him as "Uncle Lü."
Cheng Lian's question caused the younger, fatherless Wu Erlu to redden his eyes and speak in a low voice.
"That happened some time ago."
"A great battle is about to take place in the north. The General of the Central Army sent people to summon the surrounding tribes and asked us to send some cavalry to participate in the battle. My father gladly accepted the call, thinking that after returning from this battle, he could rely on his military merits to recruit more young men and expand the tribe."
"But...when we came from beyond the Great Wall towards the clouds..."
"We encountered a Han army that seemed to be acting as scouts, patrolling the border under the leadership of a young general dressed in white armor and carrying a long spear."
"Before we could explain our purpose, that young general in white armor rushed over with his men and killed my father with a single spear thrust."
"That man originally intended to kill us as well, but I shouted beforehand, explaining our purpose, which made the young general in white armor let us go."
talking.
The dark-skinned donkey had several tears streaming down its face.
Upon hearing this...
Lü Ping and Cheng Lian exchanged a glance and looked at each other blankly.
The two of them hadn't expected that Urhan would die like this. His death was truly unjust and ignominious.
A moment of silence.
"Do you know that person's name?" Lü Ping sighed softly and spoke slowly.
"I don't know." The donkey's expression was still somewhat gloomy.
"All I know is that he was handsome, liked to ride a white horse, wore white armor, and had a very loud voice. On the first day of the battle, he only roared once, which made us lose our minds."
"How many people are still in the clan?" Lü Ping asked again.
"After my father died, more than a dozen people immediately scattered, leaving only seventy or eighty people."
Upon hearing this number...
Lu Ping raised an eyebrow and gave the order in a slow voice.
"After you return, take the remaining able-bodied men from your tribe and station them near my camp. They can help you out if anything happens."
"Thank you, Lord Lü!" Wu Erlu was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly, kowtowing to Lü Ping.
The young Xianbei chieftain Kebineng, who was standing to one side, had been calm at first. When he heard that the Xiongnu boy in front of him had lost his father, he even raised his eyebrows with interest.
But when he heard that Lü Ping was going to have this dark-skinned, mud-loach-like Xiongnu boy stationed near the camp, just like him, he was shocked.
His expression suddenly changed.