New Story of Lv Bu

Time flies, and in a blink of an hour, it was noon time, and the surrounding area of ​​Fengxian was covered with prisoners of the Han army horse infantry and Yuan Jun. The two thousand tiger ben forces are under the command of the great general Dianwei, Huben Zuowei, deploying defenses on a hill. Most of Hao Meng's six thousand county soldiers took small boats and searched the Daze carefully. A small part of them is based in tuns, stationed at the main traffic roads, to prevent Yuan Jun prisoners from escaping.

What remained were the few heavy soldiers of the Han army. They were cleaning the battlefield and healing the wounded soldiers with the assistance of Fengxian county soldiers. At the same time, they gathered the prisoners of Yuan Jun and investigated them in detail. More than a hundred thousand Han troops had dispersed to Yanzhou, Qingzhou, and Xuzhou a long time ago, and even the fine riders of Hu Ben left and right guards did not know where they had gone. The omen of the unification of the world has already appeared, which one does not want to make new contributions?

At the last moment, Yuan Shao died of suicide, fulfilling his oath of "the king's death". Tian Feng was loyal and courageous, followed the lord Yuan Shao and died by himself. Coupled with Yuan Xi and Gao Gan who died in battle before, and Xu You who surrendered to the wind, Yuan Shao's Jizhou army has exhausted all its forces. The only thing that can be preserved is the eldest son Yuan Tan and the veteran Chunyuqiong. In the eyes of the dead Yuan Shao, these two men were definitely not a direct lineage. Yuan Tan was deeply jealous, and Chun Yuqiong was just an old warlord with very old qualifications. As for the surrendered Xun Chen, Chen Lin, Xin Ping, Xin Pi, Ying Shao and others, they are all attached to their fate. In their hearts, the clan is above everything else.

At this time, the dark clouds gathered in the sky have dissipated, and the sun rose high, shining hot in the air, scorching the earth and dense crowds. The sky is clear and cloudless, and in the size of the breeze, it looks like a fairyland. The torrential rain that was about to pour down was dissipated because of the self-canceling of a generation of hero Yuan Benchu, which is really embarrassing.

With a squeak, the west gate of Fengxian county seat suddenly opened. Fengxian County magistrate Zhuge Jin, and the director Zhuge Liang rode out. Zhuge Jin was still full of respectful expressions, with no sense of happiness, anger, sorrow, or sorrow. Zhuge Liang's face was full of excitement, glowing with an uncontrollable joy and pride. He was just nineteen years old, but he was strategizing and fought this victory, causing Yuan Shao to suffocate himself. No matter how the thief God protects Yuan Shao, this battle is finally won! Moreover, he won in front of King Wen, and his heart was full of pride.

Behind the two brothers of Zhuge, there were thousands of people's husbands, who escorted hundreds of horse-drawn carriages through the gate of the city and rushed out of the city. On top of the carriage, there is a heavy hanging coffin, all of which are very good at first glance. These coffins were bought by Zhuge Liang in exchange for the money and food in the treasury yesterday when Zhuge Liang spoke to his elder brother. The purpose of this is simple. It is to condense the remains of Yuan Shao's loyal minister and righteous man, and choose a beautiful place for burial. "King Wen is a great hero and hero of the world, and he will never blame him for this! Doing this will definitely affect his temper. Brother, rest assured, it's all covered by me!" Zhuge Liang laughed.

Around that hill, the descendants of the Jizhou Army looked at the convoy slowly moving forward, full of coffins. The convoy was finally over. In the eyes of everyone, they walked so slowly and sadly. Behind the long motorcade, the general of Wen Wang Lu Bu finally appeared. Surrounded by eight hundred fine riders, Lu Bu was holding a Fangtian painted halberd, his expression dignified, and he rode out of the city.

"King Wen is mighty!" "Long live King Wen!" "King Wen is the emperor!" Seeing King Wen's flag, the Han army on the left and right shouted loudly. At this moment, their faces were full of excitement and pride, their right hands clenched their fists, and they kept raising their arms and shouting. "You have worked hard! Lv Bu once said: "The emperor is still the emperor, and Lu Bu is still a Hanchen!" This is what I said from the bottom of my heart! You must not misunderstand me!" Lu Bu immediately clawed his hands to everyone and said loudly. "The Han army is mighty! The emperor ten thousand years! Those who dare to offend a strong man will be punished even if they are far away!"

When Lü Bu said so, everyone felt a little surprised, but after a while, everyone raised their arms and shouted. "The Han army is mighty!" "The emperor ten thousand years!" "Those who dare to offend a strong man will be punishable even if they are far away!" It was the tiger army that roared at first, followed by the county soldiers and heavy soldiers, and finally the people watching around. All of a sudden, the shouts came one after another, and the sound shook everywhere for a long time.

Amidst the earth-shattering cheers, the caravan full of coffins finally came to the hill where Yuan Shao was standing. "Let's get started! They are all loyal ministers and righteous men. They have killed themselves and are worthy of a great funeral." Zhuge Jin rolled off his saddle and bowed to the corpse, respectfully and deeply. Then he lifted up and said slowly. Behind him, Zhuge Liang and his party were polite.

At this moment, everyone was quiet, they opened their eyes and watched the scene in front of them quietly. Yuan Shao Yuan was originally a rare hero in the world. Even when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, he was still rich and could not be prosperous and mighty and could not be surrendered. He died at the last moment. With his own death, he fulfilled his king's oath to die and sheji, and on this basis, it is worthy of a burial.

After the salute was over, Zhuge Liang waved his hand, and more than a hundred famous works were immediately arranged in order. Under the guidance of the Zhuge brothers, they gave a deep salute to the hill. Then set up the incense table, take out the three animal and five animal sacrifices, incense candles and gold leaf, and arrange them neatly one by one. He woke his head three times and said: "Excuse me!" Then he slowly got up, took out the shroud, needle and thread, gouache, towel, etc., and stepped forward to converge.

Xiaoqiu Zaojin killed more than a hundred people by himself, but it was over in half an hour. Among the hundreds of coffins, all of them were soldiers of Yuan Shao and Tian Feng. These coffins were placed on dozens of trucks, surrounded by spirit-bearing flags and white curtains. At this time, only the bodies of Yuan Shao and Tian Feng were left. The incisions between the necks of the two were stitched with fine needles and threads, and their faces were also painted with oil. Except for looking pale, from a distance, it looks lifelike, as if sleeping.

"Please Yuan Jizhou's coffin!" I don't know when Jia Xu appeared in front of Xiaoqiu in the book, he twisted his beard and said coldly. "Brother Wenhe, let's call Yuan Gonggong Ji Guogong. Just now, I have issued an edict to chase my first brother as Ji Guogong, and the eldest son Xiansi will **** the Lingshu to the ancestral grave. Yuan Tan is the first-class man. In Yanghou, five hundred households have been sealed. Consoling the relatives of Ji Guogong’s wives, concubines and children, and returning his family’s treasures. In any case, the sentence about the death of the emperor really moved me, so let’s bury it with the king’s rites!"

Lü Bu's voice sounded behind Jia Xu, his voice calm and sad, a bit sad. "So, then Wen Wang Shan Mo Da Yan! Jia Xu should be his congratulations to Wen Wang! Congratulations to the people of the world! Congratulations to Ji Guogong!" Hearing this, Jia Xu hurriedly purged his clothes and respectfully bowed to Lu Bu. Then he turned around and shouted: "Come here, bury Ji Guogong with Wang Li!"

"No!" Zhuge Jin and Zhuge Liang shouted in a deep salute. Under the gaze of everyone, a large coffin made of red sandalwood was slowly unloaded from the carriage. Everyone pushed open the lid of the coffin with all hands and feet. The jade color inside was brilliant, and it was a golden jade garment. "Gong Ji’s spirit in the sky, please open your eyes and see! You are born a hero, and die a hero! There are thousands of people in the world, and the one who knows you best is the old man Wang Wen and his elders!" At this moment, a person flashed out and wept bitterly. I cried so dimly, the sun and the moon were dull. Everyone glanced and saw that it was Xu You and Xu Ziyuan. At the beginning of him, Yuan Shao's old ministry immediately echoed.

After a quarter of an hour, everyone's crying stopped, Lu Bu slowly stepped forward, twitched his head at Yuan Shao's body, and said loudly. "Duke Ji, if you are weak to crown the court, you will be famous at home; when it is worthless, you will be loyal and righteous; if you ride alone, you will be Dong Zhuohuai; if the river is north, Bohai will be the chief. The crowd, Megatron Heshuo, is famous in the world. Unfortunately today, he was defeated and died of suicide. In the words of the king's death. The dispute between you and me is righteousness, and who is the master in the world? It is not a private dispute! Lu Bu is willing to make a singing and dancing sword to give it away! This white horse song was just made by Lu Bu, and now he dances and sings to comfort the emperor's life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Bu sang and pulled out the 100-refined steel ring knife on his waist, and sang and danced, singing desolately and generously.

"In autumn, the north wind blows and the wheat grows yellow.

The sound of horses hoofs makes people look north, and the white horses are riding on the hill.

The horse gallops in a hurry, and the athletes each bring knives.

The founding of Hanwu was loyal, the white horse was fat in autumn and the black horse was fat, and the army was like a rainbow in the west.

Looking northwest at Chang'an, fighting in every direction.

Che Bibi and Ma Xiaoxiao went west out of Chang'an and did not look back.

The war horse sighs in sorrow, the bow cannot be bent, the brothers forget each other, and the sword swings forward.

Fighting the south of the city, the death of Guo Bei, the warrior died in a hundred battles, and the white horse wandered alone.

The vassals should be the country, the monarch will die, and there will be no burial in the wild, no one laughs, who is it for dying and forgetting life?

The fat sheep and wine take the future, singing a song of white horse, tears dripping on my breasts.

Other than my wish, I can’t speak my mind, I drink thousands of people, tears a thousand lines.

Sending you a thousand miles away, you must say goodbye, say goodbye, return my family, and think about my Hanjiang. "

The song "White Horse Song" by Lü Bu is generous and sad, with a bleak tune. The middle of the song shows the impassioned and gentle tenderness of the soldiers of the Han army. The soldiers who listened to the surroundings looked like acquaintances hard to find in the ages, and in an instant, everyone cried loudly. Whether it was the Han army or Yuan Jun's prisoners, thousands of people cried and shed tears on their clothes. The scene was spectacular.

Amid Lu Bu's singing, the coffin carrying Yuan Shao and Tian Feng slowly moved on, and under the **** of the two thousand county soldiers, they slowly headed west towards Runan. On the road ahead, he has Yuan Tan and the local government to take care of him. "Fong first, I'll take one step ahead! Hurry to Qingzhou and do a good job of the aftermath." Jia Xu turned around, saluted Lv Bushen, and turned on his horse. "Brother Wen He, when I go to Qingzhou, I am sure to teach Bo Qi a good life for me! If it hadn't been for Sun Bofu to hand down the table, he would have caused a catastrophe!"

Lu Bu turned around and paid Jia Xu back. There was no wave on his face, but Jia Xu knew that he was very disappointed.