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As he said that, he also patted his horse and rushed towards Yan Liang, swiping the hammer in his hand.
The drumbeaters on both sides waved their drumsticks vigorously to cheer for the generals of their own camp.
Disdain flashed in Yan Liang's eyes, and he shouted violently: "It's too slow, I'll die!"
boom!
The broadsword smashed through the hammer, and with all the majestic power gathered in his body, he went straight down.
Che Zhi, who thought he had the winning ticket in his hands, froze the smile on his face, and the long knife pierced through the air, split him in two from head to crotch.The split bodies fell from the left and right sides of the horse's back.
"it is good!"
Yuan Shao roared suddenly, and Yan Liang beheaded the enemy general, which can be said to have given him a lot of face.It seems that apart from the guy surnamed Lu in the world, his generals are still unparalleled.
Yan Liang reined in his horse and turned his head, pointing his sword at the top of the wall, with a strong intention of provocation.
The scene of splitting a person in half with a knife is too bloody, and its deterrent effect can be imagined.
The soldiers on the top of the city were all terrified, with fear in their eyes.
Dong Zhuo's face was dark, obviously he was in a bad mood, he thought that Che Zhi could give him a lot of prestige, but he didn't expect that it was a smug thing.
"My lord, the general is willing to go and have a try."
Guo Si asked for orders to go down to the city. Now that Dong Zhuo's generals are strong, he can rank among the top three.
However, after more than twenty rounds, Guo Si was defeated and fled.
Li Jue went again, lasted until thirty, and returned defeated again.
At the same time, the morale of the city is low, and no one dares to volunteer.
"If Fengxian is here, why should I be afraid of him..."
Dong Zhuo spoke subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.
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In the midsummer of August, the sun is scorching like fire. Walking on the road, the head-on wind blows like a heat wave.
There is not a shred of cloud in the sky, there is a scorching sun above the head, there is no wind, and all the trees stand there listlessly and lazily, motionless.
The birds on the branches have changed to a shady place, only the summer cicadas lying on the branches, singing loudly and non-stop, making people feel irritable.
Farmers working in the fields were sweating profusely. Occasionally, they got up to take a sip of cold water, and then twisted their clothes. They were covered in sour thick sweat.
A hundred miles south of Chang'an City, where the plain is surrounded by mountains, there is a valley with a narrow entrance, called 'Zigu', which is one of the main roads leading to Guanzhong.
On this day, thousands of troops were coming out of the valley.If they weren't wearing armor, they would have looked more like a group of wandering refugees just from their appearance and momentum.
Even the leading general's handsome face was a little more slack because of the stubble growing from his chin.
"Damn, finally came out!"
This sentence spoke out the hearts of countless people.
According to the original plan, come from Baoxie Road, go back from Baoxie Road, and should arrive in Chang'an in early July.
But Lu Bu temporarily changed his mind, saying that he wanted to take the Meridian Road, and wanted to see what was unique about this valley road leading directly to Chang'an.
Therefore, it was possible to get out of the Qinling Mountains in one month, but it took more than two months to complete the 660-mile-long valley road.
Hundreds of years ago, Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, went to Hanzhong and sent Zhang Liang to burn the Ziwu plank road. It was not until the fifth year of the first year of Emperor Ping that Wang Mang ordered the construction of Ziwu Road and the establishment of Ziwu Pass.
In many places, only when you have been there and experienced it yourself can you know the intricacies of the terrain there.
It is true that the Meridian Road is rugged and difficult, but at the same time it is indeed a convenient way to Chang'an.
Lu Bu kept an eye out here, and prepared to replace his confidantes to go to the garrison, for fear that someone would sneak across the Meridian Road and enter Chang'an in the future.
This point has to be guarded against.
To the west of Chang'an City, facing the Zhicheng Gate in the middle of the city.
Under the wide city gate, there are a large number of officials wearing court uniforms. Although they are not the officials of the Manchu Dynasty, most of the officials below the Jiuqing are here.
God does not make beauty.
The weather here seems to be extremely hot, and the sweat on the foreheads of the officials has never stopped. Standing under the city gate, it is like being in a steamer. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, full of hot air, and it is about to steam them.
Although the weather was so hot, the officials did not dare to neglect in the slightest. They stood at the door, stretched their necks and looked into the distance.
At noon, a small black dot appeared on the distant horizon, and gradually grew larger as time passed.
The soldiers watching from the top of the city shouted loudly, overjoyed: "It's Marquis Wen, Marquis Wen is back!"
Hearing the shouts, the officials in the city cave regained their energy immediately, and many officials who were dozing against the wall also woke up instantly.They walked out of the gate one after another and stood on the flat ground outside the moat, with the scorching sun above their heads, quietly waiting for Lu Bu's return.
Such a hot day is really difficult for them.
Time passed bit by bit, and the scorching sun in the sky seemed to show signs of heating up.
The officials who suffered from the heat were crying and wiping the sweat from their foreheads.Amid the endless calls from the bottom of their hearts, Lu Bu led the soldiers of the three armies on horseback and slowly arrived at the city.
"I'm waiting to welcome Marquis Wen triumphantly."
The waiting officials bowed and saluted.
Looking around, Lu Bu found that there were many acquaintances among these officials, including his uncle Yan Li, the former Sikong Dinggong, Chang'an Ling Zhang Yuan, and many familiar faces who had given him generous gifts in private.
He was riding on his horse without dismounting, and clasped fists with these officials and said, "How can Bu Hede, you can ask you to stand against the scorching sun and wait here."
"Wen Hou is a hero. May I ask who in the world doesn't know? This time, Hanzhong was pacified, and the traitor Su Gu was punished, and our great Han country was stabilized, and the world was about to fall. This is my great man's fortune, and the society's fortune! I heard this I can't sleep because I'm so happy, so I wrote a poem to sing about Wen Hou's spirit of Lingyun..."
After talking eloquently, Ding Gong recited his poems and prose full of emotion, and praised Lu Bu as a god descended from the earth, unparalleled in the world.
Even if it's a trivial matter, he can give you the best performance in all time.
"Smooter!"
Many officials cursed in their hearts, but they still greeted them with smiles on their faces.
Ding Gong stood at the front of the crowd, which meant that among these people, he had the highest official position.
After stepping down from the position of Sangong, Ding Gong gave full play to his previous urgency, and decisively took refuge in Lu Bu who had the most potential.
At that time Lu Bu was worrying that there was no one in the court, and Ding Gong took the initiative to throw himself at the door, so there was no reason for him to refuse the door.