For a Prosperous World

"boom!"

One hand was slammed on the table, causing the tea set on the table to shake, and some tea splashed out on the table.

Dong Zhuo's expression was violent, his brows were locked together, his beard trembled, he looked at the person in front of him, and asked, word by word.

"You say it again, the soldier was defeated?"

The general standing in front of Dong Zhuo knelt down, lowered his head, cold sweat on his forehead, and panic in his eyes.

"Yes, more than 30,000 troops were damaged, and it was difficult to defeat the vassal army. Warm waiting made me wait for entry and withdrawal ..."

Dong Zhuo's body sank in front of the desk case, and his large body made him sit for a while, his eyes moved, and he asked coldly.

"Where is Bong first? Call him to see me."

"Yes, go here next." The general got up and hung his fist out of the camp.

The body was full of cold sweat, and the moment it came out, it was called a cold wind, and it was so cold. As if he had escaped, he took a breath and hurried towards Guanzhong's barracks.

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"Ahem."

The barracks smelled of blood.

Lu Bu sat alone at the table, most of his armor was released, and there was a bruise on his stomach, which was already blue.

The wound on the right shoulder was even more scary. A gun head stabbed in the shoulder with a broken gun rod almost through the right shoulder. It simply did not break the shoulder bone, otherwise it would not be better.

But even so, Lu Bu knew that it was impossible for this hand to fully recover in the future.

Reaching for the gun head, the blood on it had started to congeal into plasma, and it was sticky in his hand.

"Huh!" He snorted in pain, his hand holding the tip of the gun slowly and forcefully, and the spear stuck in his shoulder was pulled out a little.

"Stab." The gun head was taken off, the flesh rolled on his shoulders, the white bones hidden inside, the blood flowed endlessly, and the robe on his body was red.

Lu Bu's face turned white, he threw a spear on the ground, took off his right shoulder's shoulder armor and his robe, and healed the wound.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Bu took a long breath at the table.

The body armor was unloaded from the ground, white cloth was tied around the shoulders and waist, and the wound was already **** with wound medicine.

The right hand was still trembling slightly, and the wound on the shoulder became more painful under the action of the wound medicine.

With sweaty sweat on his forehead, Lu Bu's eyes fell on the desk case, and he extended his left hand to the cloth with blood on the desk, and took out a cloth man.

The cloth man's face was half-opened, and the inner floc was scattered outside, and the cloth man's face was stained with blood and turned brown.

Gently lowered the cloth man again. In the dark room, the blood smell was acrid. Lu Bu looked at the cloth man and wondered what he was thinking.

"The general reports something."

A voice came from outside the barracks, and Lu Bu gently covered the cloth people with the cloth on the table and said.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Lu Bu's generals Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan walked in.

"General, Lord Xianguo calls you to discuss."

"........."

Lu Bu was silent for a moment, and Shen Sheng said, "I said that I was seriously injured and could not move."

"Yes." Zhang Liao nodded and said nothing about Lu Bu.

In today's battlefield, seeing Lu Bu's wounded withdrawal really startled him.

I heard that one of the lords in the vassal army was doing it with a bucket hat, and I don't know who it is.

"Wait."

Zhang Liao was about to retreat, but was stopped by Lu Bu and stopped: "What else is going on with the general?"

"Wen Yuan, I wonder if there is needlework in our army?"

Lu Bu squinted and looked out of the room. He seemed to be sure if there was anyone else, and his tone was a little stiff.

"Needlework?" Zhang Liao asked for a moment, uncertainly.

"The general said, but the needlework for female red?"

"Ah!" He coughed, and Lu Bu nodded, not knowing what to do.

"Yes, is there in the army?"

The corner of Zhang Liao's mouth was drawn, his face was inexplicable, what did the general want female red needlework?

He lowered his head and didn't dare let Lu Bu see him, said.

"I see, subordinates, try to find ..."

"Well, go."

The Huoliaoguan in the night is getting colder, and if it goes on like this, it should snow soon.

"Treading." A group of patrolling soldiers walked with guns and spears. In addition to their footsteps and the sound of the howling wind, it was quiet at night.

Most of the lights in Guanzhong were already dimmed, and those exhausted soldiers who returned from the battlefield fell asleep and did not want to do anything else.

The lights in Lu Bu's room were still on, reflecting a figure cast on the window.

If someone sees what it looks like in the room, they should feel something wrong with their eyes.

Before the desk case, Lu Bu held the cloth man weakly in his right hand, and held a needle and thread in his left hand to pierce the cloth man's open mouth.

He squinted at the needle, his neck was red, as if the slender needle was heavy.

"Stab it."

Sliding under his hand, the needle swept across the cloth man's face, making the cloth man that was already torn even worse.

Lu Bu's face sank.

"Ka!" With a soft sound, the needle in his hand was cut in half and dropped on the table.

The candle swayed, his face flashing brightly.

Obviously, the unstoppable general in the original battle line dropped his hand.

Looking blankly at the tattered cloth man.

He never knew how to control his power, just as he never knew how to treat the people around him.

It wasn't until he was gone that he knew how to sew up these objects here.

Halfway, he took out another needle.

In the light, the nine-footed man lay on the case, clumsily and carefully wearing needlework.

It should be when the outside sky is about to light up, and the morning light beams penetrate the windows.

Lu Bu tore a section of thread with his teeth, the white cloth on his right shoulder was bleeding, and his palm was dry with blood that could not be cleaned.

A cloth man in his hand was lying in it. The cloth man was only slightly larger than his palm, and looked like a general.

It should have been majestic ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But there were ugly needles stitched on that face, like scars, with blood stains, red and white.

Birth is ugly, no matter which child it is given to, you will not like it when you want to, and some may be scared to cry.

"Ah."

Lu Bu looked at the Bo people in his hands, but grinned, and stretched out his fingers and poked on the Bo people's nose.

"Wait for Dad to come to you, OK?"

The dull voice seemed to tremble a bit, holding the clother's hand afraid to use a little bit of strength.

He has sent someone to look for a few months, such as a needle in a haystack. Where is the news?

There was no response in the room.

The cold morning wind blew through the window and blew on the blood-stained face of the cloth man.

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