On the fishtail slope, there is a giant man with a body like a tower, full of fighting spirit.

Lu Bu's galloping figure flashed in his eyes, the last time he fought with Lu Bu was outside the Yanmen Pass a few months ago, and the two fought to a draw, without winning or losing.

Now that Lu Bu is below, as the first warrior of Xianbei, Manhe'er is naturally extremely eager to fight with Lu Bu again.

Feeling the strong fighting intent of the giant man beside him, Bu Dugen laughed, stroked the braid at his chin, and patted Manhe'er on the shoulder: "Go, take off the head of this brave flying general for this king." ”

With Budugen's approval, the battle intent in the giant man's eyes skyrocketed, and he lifted the long wolf hammer of nearly 100 catties, slapped the nine-foot-tall divine horse under his crotch, and rushed towards the position of Lu Bu below.

"Boss, the battle circle of the Xianbei people is shrinking, and the brothers are almost unable to withstand it, let's withdraw too!" Song Xian, who led hundreds of wolf cavalry camps, was stunned to open a bloody road, rushed to Lu Bu's side, and eagerly reported the current situation to Lu Bu.

Looking at Song Xian and the soldiers with bloodstains on their faces under the tasseled helmet, Lu Bu immediately made a decision, swung Chi Su to the left, and shouted: "Let's go!" ”

He had done his best, and if he continued to consume it, the entire wolf riding camp would have to be accounted for here.

"Lu Bu, do you really care about Zhang Yi's life or death?" Ka Qi's eyes were gloomy, and he clutched the last chess piece in his hand tightly, he didn't believe that Lu Bu really dared to care about Zhang Yi's life.

If it was before, maybe Lu Bu would have stepped forward to save him.

As for now, will you be merciful to someone who wants you to die?

Lu Bu smiled indifferently, his eyes were thousands of Xianbei iron horsemen rushing in front of him, and the halberd in his hand spun in a circle, urging the red man under his crotch, and rushed forward fiercely.

The wolf cavalry battalion behind him struggled to keep up, roaring and waving the armor knife in his hand, fighting with the oncoming Xianbei cavalry.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

Thousands of corpses fell from horses, some Han and some Xianbei.

Lu Bu never looked back, just cared about breaking through all the way.

The Xianbei cavalry who charged over, turned the horse's head and chased after him.

Wei Musheng, who was originally in charge of the response, had already evacuated from the left with the remnants of the defeated soldiers he had saved, and what remained there was a Xianbei cavalry of nearly 10,000 people.

They set up a position and blocked Lu Bu's way.

Like a heavy city wall, it makes people's hearts breathless.

"Kill!" Lu Bu gritted his teeth fiercely, his face was a little hideous, and now there was no way to retreat, but to fight his way.

"Kill!" The soldiers behind him were full of energy, and the roar of anger resounded through the world.

Under Lu Bu's brave impact, the wolf cavalry battalion behind him broke through dozens of encirclements in a row, and went straight east for more than 20 miles, and Xianbei people stopped.

The blue sky is as blue as a wash.

On the green grassland, tens of thousands of fallen soldiers were piled up, and the blood that flowed out gathered into a small stream, bang, bang, bang.

The Battle of Yuweipo ended with the defeat of the Han army, and the supreme commander was also killed by Xianbei people.

Zhang Yi, who dreams of leaving a name in history, is indeed recorded in history because of this, but it is a stench for thousands of years.

At the agreed place, Lu Bu met Wei Musheng and the soldiers he saved.

After seeing Lu Bu, everyone led by Guo Huan stood up to greet them, and they were able to get out of Yuweipo alive, all thanks to Lu Buken who sacrificed his life to come to the rescue.

After this battle, everyone also saw Zhang Yi's true face, no wonder he was always invincible before, it turned out that he was secretly colluding with the Xianbei people.

After counting the number of soldiers, from more than 50,000 in the past, there are only more than 20,000 left, not only most of them were killed in battle, but most of the soldiers who survived were also wounded.

What's next?

This has become the biggest problem at the moment.

Originally, there were dozens of generals under Zhang Yi's account, but now, both hands can be counted.

Some people suggested that they should first retreat to Yanmen Pass and guard it; Some people also suggested that they should ask the court for help and ask for some more soldiers and horses; Some people also suggest that we wait until the next year turns spring and the climate is warmer......

In the hall inside the Wu Fort, the candle flame flickered. Lu Bu paced back and forth, his face solemn, he could not find the way to the future, where to go.

The drama below had already drunk the second cup of hot tea that had been brewed, and seeing that Lu Bu was still frowning, he couldn't help asking, "General, do you want to fight, or do you want to withdraw?" ”

"Of course I want to fight, but with this manpower alone, will we win?" Lu Bu sighed, his expression a little dazed.

On the battlefield, no matter how strong a person's strength is, it cannot play a decisive role.

Listening to Lu Bu's heroic shortness of breath, Xi Ce put the tea bowl in his hand heavily, and couldn't help but burst into a foul voice: "There are not enough people, we can find the court to ask for it, as long as the general wants to fight, then beat his mother!" ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like an initiation.

Lu Bu paused, looked sideways at Xi Ce, his confused eyes gradually regained his former brilliance, he threw the bamboo slip in his hand to the ground, his right hand into a fist on his left palm, and shouted in his mouth: "That's right, hit his mother!" ”

Now that it has been decided to fight, another problem arises.

Xi'anyang, where Xianbei people are now, is only a day and a half away from Chengyi at most. If the Xianbei people march towards Chengyi tomorrow, then with Lu Bu's current manpower, how can they not stop Budugen's army.

Once he retreats back, Budugen will definitely rush directly to the south, and the original city territories that countless sons and daughters have recaptured by throwing their heads and spilling their blood will be trampled on by the Xianbei people again.

If you can't resist head-on, but you can't take half a step back, how can this be good?

"I would like to borrow ten days of heavy snow for the general." Xi Ce spoke slowly.

Lu Bu's face was full of foxes, and he was extremely skeptical of this, although the drama was full of strategic theories, but it was the first time he had heard of such a thing as borrowing snow from the sky, which was beyond manpower.

If they could really borrow ten days of heavy snow, then the Xianbei people would not be able to march south.

This is undoubtedly a great good thing for the Han army.

Coming out of Wubao, Xi Ce asked Hu Che'er to find Zhang Liao and Yang Ting.

These two people, one is the queen of the gate, and the other is the grandson of the Taiwei.

The joke was given to the two of them, each with a sack.

Yang Ting didn't say a word, he opened the mouth of the bag directly, and looked inside, and it was all a bundle of bundled bamboo slips, no less than twenty.

In this regard, Yang Ting was very puzzled, and raised his head to look at the young man wrapped in a thick jacket, "Xice, what are you giving me so many bamboo slips for, do you want to burn them as firewood?" ”

Zhang Liao also couldn't figure it out.

Xi Ce didn't talk to the two of them in detail, but just ordered: "Wenyuan, you go back to Yanmen; Yang Ting, you go back to Luoyang. Remember, be sure to hand these bamboo slips into the hands of your grandfather in person. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, play, now that the Xianbei army is pressing, at this time, you let me go back to Luoyang, really when I Yang Ting is afraid of death?" Yang Ting stomped the sack and said it very bluntly.

At this time, Hu Che'er had already brought the two of them to their horses.

"The winner or loser of this battle will be all on you." Xi Ce put his hand on the shoulders of the two of them, and there was a determination in his eyes to give him a heavy responsibility: "Don't let me, let the general, let the soldiers of the three armies, be disappointed." ”

Yang Ting and Zhang Liao stopped talking, silently put the sack on the ground on the horse's back, and hugged each other.

Then, riding south, galloping away.