A Weird Theater That Started In London

Friend or foe?

At this moment, the long knives of the three people were half unsheathed. Lu Li stared at the rider in front of him silently, while Ji Zhong and Pang Chun took the initiative to walk forward and "protected" the lord. middle.

At the same time, the snow was flying on the road, the horses' hoofs were screaming, and five elite knights flew over, without the commanding general, directly surrounding Lu Li and the others.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

The two groups started a silent confrontation.

Although Ji and Pang are handsome, they hold knives in both hands, and they are not half-powerful, but in terms of facts, compared with the crowd in front of them, they are far behind in terms of appearance.

This group of knights are not only equipped with the same style of black heavy armor, but also the hip mounts. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are armed to the teeth.

"Don't panic, they are likely to be elite officers and soldiers."

At this point, there is no other choice.

Therefore, Lu Li did not evade, and while admonishing the two, he pulled out the cold and slender saber:

"Old rules, in case the situation is wrong, just run away, I am responsible for the queen."

The words were not only spoken to the entourage, but also to the strange rider.

"Haha, brother misunderstood, misunderstanding."

Under the gaze of everyone, the rider leaped off his horseback and looked at Lu Li's long knife that had been unsheathed. He stepped forward and put him on his shoulders, behaving quite familiarly, and said with a smile:

"If it weren't for Wen Yuan's sharp-eyed, he would have almost missed your friendship."

Wen Yuan?

The name is a bit familiar, and I always feel that I have highlighted it in my notes, but for a while, I can't remember who this guy is.

However, it is certain that there is definitely no such person in the Yellow Turban generals who have a name and a surname.

At this point, Lu Li inserted the knife back into the scabbard, squeezed a smile, and said, "Your name is General, what's the matter with Lu?"

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became loose, but it was a bit strange.

The two main generals hooked their shoulders and put their backs on their backs, but the men under them were facing each other with swords and soldiers. They were very confused and did not know what to do.

"Zhang Liao, from Yanmen."

The sound was not too loud, but falling into Lu Li's ears was like thunder on the ground.

No matter it is the official history or the romance, Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan are all military commanders of the world, respected by the past, and ranked first among the five good generals.

Of course, the Zhang Liao in front of him has not been heard by the princes, and his fame is limited to the Yanmen area of ​​Bingzhou.

So Lu Li didn't act too excited, and replied calmly: "Lu Li, whose name is Meng Ming, is from Taiyuan."

"Haha, sure enough, I guessed right, it's what I did!"

A touch of joy appeared on Zhang Liao’s face, and he glanced at the stream—

The thief leaned Meng Liang on the rock and closed his eyes for a sleep sleep, and did not seem to notice that something happened.

"Presumably this person is the thief chief who robbed the village earlier?" Zhang Liao's tone was determined, perhaps because he was afraid of Lu Li's misunderstanding, he added:

"A certain was ordered to go north this time, and happened to ran into a looted village in the border of Pingtao. He wanted to solve the thieves, but found that he was taken the lead."

"I was curious for a while, and came to have a look specially, but I didn't expect to meet my own person."

Lu Li nodded. After confirming the identity of the opponent, he no longer concealed him, and said loudly: "Yellow Turban rebels, the whole world will strike them together."

"This is a wonderful remark!"

This sentence seemed to hit Zhang Liao’s mind. He gritted his teeth and said: "Who could want the old thief Guo Tai to collude with the Qiang and the Huns? You must personally kill this thief!"

Lu Li raised his brows.

Huns!

Sure enough, they were in the chaos this time.

"The Yellow Turban thieves started from Baibo, Xihe County, and are currently attacking Taiyuan and Hedong, while the Qiang and Xiongnu joined forces to besiege Yunzhong and Yanmen. Where are the brothers going north?"

At this time, Zhang Liao finally asked the last question.

Lu Li had already guessed that there would be such a sentence. Without thinking about it, he directly replied: "I heard that Ding is not driving in Jiuyuan to recruit talents. The younger brother thinks he has some strength and plans to try it."

Now the situation is chaotic. It is the time to select talents and use his energy. Zhang Liao was overjoyed when he saw Lu Li, who was aspiring to join the army and had a lot of strength. Jiuyuan."

"Then trouble brother."

In a few words, the two began to praise their brothers and sisters, and the five murderous knights also put away their weapons one after another, no longer being stern.

Upon seeing this, Pang Chun and Ji Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. There were only a few people, and their momentum was even more terrifying than hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves.

At this moment, Zhang Liao turned around, raised his hand, and said softly: "They are my personal guards. This is the character. With their duties, I hope that the two brothers will not be blamed."

And the state is engaged, Lord Qianshi!

How dare to accept his gift?

Ji and Pang hurriedly stretched out their hands and raised them falsely.

After speaking, he digs deep into the end.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed again.

"It's still early, so why don't we bury the pot and cook here and make some game and wine?" Zhang Liao looked around and smiled: "It's true that we have received the transfer order. We left last night, and now we are still dripping rice. Enter,"

Pang Chun volunteered and said, "Master, someone is willing to go."

Hearing this, Lu Li raised his eyes and looked at the fading sky. He didn't refuse, but said, "I will be back in half an hour."

"promise!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Liao sent two more horses to take care of him.

Hundreds of miles away, within the official office of Jiuyuan County.

The charcoal stove is burning.

A man sitting on his knees next to a bookcase has white temples.

"Xiu Tu Gehu and the southern Huns left Hu Hebing~www.readwn.com~ besieged the two counties of Yunzhong and Yanmen. Guo Tai, the remnant of the yellow turban, came from Xihe County and attacked Taiyuan to the north. This is a plan to divide the state between the inside and the outside."

The man put down the case slip, screamed, his face showed disdain, and said to himself: "A bunch of local chickens and dogs, as long as Wen Yuan leads the army, the old man will go north in person, first resisting the enemy outside the country. Free up to deal with those Yellow Turban thieves."

"Foster father."

The voice came from under the steps.

"It's better to let the boy go north to rescue the governor, and then order Wen Yuan to lead the troops to suppress the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. Calculating time, he should have reached the boundary of Wenshui at this moment and has not crossed the river."

Speaking of this person's appearance in his twenties, he is seven feet away, with a slender waist tied around his back, his shoulders folded, his face resembling Fu Fen, a bright silver crown on his head and a saber under his ribs. He is extraordinary heroic.

Hearing that, Ding Yuan stroked his beard under his jaw, and said unhurriedly: "A bunch of chickens and dogs, I don't need my son to take action."

"What's more, this Jiuyuan County is your hometown, so stay here for a few days..."

The tone is kind, but it vaguely reveals the meaning that cannot be rejected.