My son, how could you be Lü Bu?!

Chapter 15 Lu Guanwu Dai

It only took a quarter of an hour.

The sounds of fighting gradually subsided.

"Father."

"Was my arrow accurate?!"

The yard reeked of blood.

Red and black bloodstains were everywhere.

Eight or nine corpses were piled up together.

Placed alongside the corpse were numerous flammable tinder specially prepared by the Wang family.

During the fight, the weapons they had used, a worn-out leather armor of unknown origin, and some remaining gold and silver from the Wang family were all found by Lü Ping and placed on the other side, barely wrapped in several cloth bags.

They were afraid that if a fire broke out, all these valuables would be burned.

Lu Bu, covered in blood, was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, holding a wooden bowl with a few small scallions between his fingers, and enjoying the mutton in the copper pot.

As for the few drops of blood on his hands, he simply wiped them off quickly and didn't pay them any mind.

After all, it was a pile of corpses. Lu Ping, who had deliberately avoided the mutton soup during the fight, now looked at his eldest son, who was ravenously hungry, and really had no appetite at all.

Being able to eat and drink to one's heart's content in this kind of environment requires immense strength.

"It's naturally extremely accurate."

At this moment, facing his eldest son's question, Lü Ping praised him from the bottom of his heart.

Tonight's events gave him a direct understanding of the true value of being called the number one military general at the end of the Han Dynasty.

Although the seven or eight men were initially unarmed, as the fighting progressed, four or five of them managed to acquire weapons from the back room. Even so, these four or five men managed to inflict no harm on him whatsoever, as they were all easily killed by his eldest son, who slaughtered them like chickens.

He praised her like that.

Lu Ping bent down again and piled some firewood next to the corpse, sighing softly.

"Fengxian, in my opinion, there are probably very few people in the entire Jiuyuan City who can match your archery skills."

"If Fengxian had been born a few centuries earlier, his name would likely have been among the most renowned archers throughout history!"

Lu Bu, who was tearing into mutton with gusto, paused for a moment. He didn't speak, but just nodded silently. However... the way he tore into the mutton was inexplicably satisfying, and where Lu Ping couldn't see, his brows relaxed even more.

Seeing that his eldest son was only focused on eating and drinking and ignoring him, Lü Ping didn't care and just reminded him.

"Eat less."

"There's still a chicken stewing at home. If I eat too much now, how will I be able to eat anything when I get back?"

talking.

As if he had thought of something, he looked at the small half of a lamb in Lu Bu's hand, his eyes filled with thought.

"Zhang Yang is quite good-natured."

"If they suffer the slightest humiliation, they will rise up and kill, and after killing, they will leave without harming any innocent people."

Yes.

From the conversation among the men in the courtyard, he discerned the identity of the soldier who intercepted the caravan: Zhang Yang, the man from Yunzhong who had come to Wuyuan to transport supplies, whom he had met just two days prior.

"This down-on-his-luck soldier actually has quite the air of a chivalrous hero!"

Lü Ping couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

"Zhang Yang?"

"Father, how come I've never heard you mention this before?"

Lu Bu stopped what he was doing, looked up, and seemed puzzled.

Lu Ping was slightly taken aback and was about to explain.

But he hadn't said anything yet.

Lu Bu, who was beside him, seemed to have noticed something and suddenly put down the sheep bone in his hand.

He bent down, pressed his ear to the ground, and listened carefully, while Lü Ping subconsciously stopped talking.

"wrong."

"Father, there's the sound of galloping hooves outside!"

"Judging from the sound, they don't seem too far away. The Huns are almost here!"

"Huh!" Lu Ping raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

"The scapegoat has arrived!"

Upon hearing his father's words, Lü Bu burst out laughing.

"It's finally here."

Lu Ping bent down, picked up a stick that was still burning from the brazier, and held it in his hand.

Lu Bu threw the sheep bones back into the pot, got up, picked up the several bundles his father had packed, and strode out of the courtyard.

As he walked.

Inside the package, various metals clashed, and the sounds of weapons clashing echoed.

The two strode towards the outside of the courtyard.

only...

As they passed by the pile of corpses, the remains of the Wang brothers were placed on the outermost edge, blocking the way to the hospital.

Faced with the Wang brothers, who wanted to harm people while alive and would block the way even after death.

Lu Bu sneered.

He casually kicked the Wang brothers in the head before taking another long stride away.

"How could Fengxian be so wicked?!" Seeing his adopted eldest son in such a state, Lü Ping shook his head helplessly.

"Don't you understand the principle that death is a serious matter?!"

Lu Bu grinned and continued walking.

Lu Ping, on the other hand, bent down out of kindness.

The bodies of the Wang brothers were laid together, and then, with even greater kindness, a large amount of thatch mixed with flammable mugwort and resin was placed over their bodies to keep them warm.

Lü Ping turned his head.

She watched as her eldest son left the courtyard.

With a smile, he threw the burning firewood in his hand at the Wang brothers.

rub!

The flames instantly soared into the sky!

In an instant, it swallowed and enveloped the bodies of the Wang brothers!

Lü Ping quickly retreated, heading towards the courtyard.

The flames spread, gradually engulfing the entire courtyard and illuminating half the sky.

.......

"Set off!"

Dawn broke.

In the eastern plains, the first rays of dawn were already appearing, barely illuminating the roads across the fields.

Wearing a felt hat and wrapped tightly in yellowish fur, Urhan gave an order, and dozens of Xiongnu cavalrymen, who had rested for several hours, hurriedly mounted their horses and followed behind the rather spirited Urhan, heading forward once again.

At the very end of the cavalry were ten Xianbei people, some dead, some wounded, and barely clinging to life.

Although they were called Xianbei, their clothing and appearance were almost identical to those of the Xiongnu people, and it was almost impossible to tell them apart without them speaking.

Feeling the horses jolting again, one of the bound Xianbei men, who was in slightly better condition, groggily woke up, struggled to open his eyes, and stared at Urhan at the front with a venomous look in his eyes. He cursed hatefully.

"Damn Urhan."

"They said they were treating us to drinks, but once we were drunk, they took the opportunity to tie us up and kill us..."

"Once my lord returns to Wuyuan, I'll see how long your Wuer tribe can survive..."

"Snapped!"

A leather whip lashed across the Xianbei youth's face, causing him to groan and his face to become a bloody mess.

"What are you saying!"

"You dare call my father by his name!"

A young man who looked somewhat like Urhan rode his horse with one hand on the ground, holding a leather whip in his hand, and sneered at the Xianbei man.

The Xianbei youth gave the boy a sinister look, then closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Snapped!"

Another lash struck the Xianbei youth's face, causing him to groan incessantly.

"You're not convinced?!" Urhan's son, Urlu, sneered.

"Go ahead and tie us up then!"

"My father said that you are worth three or four baskets of salted fish; this is a gift from Lord Lü, and it is also your good fortune!"

The Xianbei youth remained silent.

Look at him like this.

The Xiongnu boy, Wuerlu, grew increasingly enraged. He took out his leather whip and prepared to strike again.

Before he could even make a move.

The cavalry, which had been galloping for a quarter of an hour, suddenly stopped.

The Xiongnu boy, Wuerlu, looked up curiously.

All I can see is that...

On the road ahead stood a weary-looking young man, dressed as a wandering knight with a sword at his waist, blocking the galloping Hun cavalry.

And further ahead.

In the village, a bright red spot appeared faintly.

"Is this young man Lü Jun?"

"They do look somewhat alike. My father once said that although Mr. Lü is old, over thirty, he has become even younger after a serious illness."

Looking at the sword-wielding youth at the front of the group, Urlu thought to himself.