Wen Ji didn't understand the intention, but he did as he was told.

The painting halberd is inserted outside the gate, and it is more than two hundred steps away from Lu Bu.

"Wen Hou, what does this mean?" Song Jian was puzzled.

Lu Bu measured the distance, and the three people beside him said: "The gate is more than two hundred steps away, if I can shoot the small branch of the halberd, it will be the will of heaven to let you wait for the army." If you don't miss, you can fight and I won't mention it again. ”

Ma Teng and Han Sui have no objections, it is best to have a truce, even if they can't make a truce, they are not afraid.

"How could he shoot at such a distance? If he misses, he will also teach him to have nothing to say in the future. ”

Song Jian summed it up in his heart and agreed.

"Okay, since all three of them have no opinion. Wen Ji, take me to draw a carved bow! ”

Lu Bu said very boldly, and when he brought the carved bow, he relaxed his arms lightly and tried his arm strength first.

On both sides of the gate, there were soldiers standing there, and they were talking about what you said and what I said.

"Can you shoot this far?"

"No, a hundred steps through Yang are divine shots. At a distance of more than 200 steps, you can't see the target clearly, and you still want to shoot this halberd branch, how is it possible? ”

"I feel like it's hanging, and it's possible to take a hundred steps."

"Don't forget, the other party is the famous Wen Hou!"

"It's true that Wen Hou's strength is outstanding, but this archery skill is difficult to say."

On the other side, several generals under Han Sui were also talking there.

"Cheng Yin, among us, you have the best archery skills, do you think you can hit it?"

The general named 'Cheng Yin' shook his head, looked at Lu Bu over there, and sighed a little: "I don't know if Wenhou can win, such a long distance, I can't win anyway." ”

The autumn breeze was bleak, and there was a slight coolness.

Lu Bu took the white feather arrow handed by Wen Ji, put it on the bowstring, stared at the painting halberd erected in front of him with his eyes, and the two stone bows were pulled by him to a complete finish.

Lu Bu's posture of holding an arrow and drawing a bow was completely different from the kind attitude when he talked to them just now, and his body exuded a strong self-confidence.

When the painting bow is full, the feathered arrow in his hand is like a cheetah about to pounce.

Song Jian felt a little apprehensive, and began to regret that he had just agreed, and kept praying silently in his heart: "Don't hit, don't hit the ......"

Under the gaze of thousands of Dao, only a 'whoosh' sound could be heard.

The bow opens like the autumn moon in the sky, and the arrow goes like a meteor falling to the ground.

Clang!

The loud sound of metal colliding sounded in everyone's ears.

"Hit, Wen Hou hit!"

The first soldier to react cheered loudly and in ecstasy, as if the arrow was not shot by Lu Bu, but by himself.

"Wen Hou Divine Shooter!"

In the crowd, I don't know who led the rhythm.

"Marksman! Marksmanship! ”

Thousands of soldiers shouted with excitement, this kind of deed may not be seen once in a lifetime. After you go back, you can brag in front of others for a while.

Cheng Yin's expression when he looked at Lu Bu again was full of reverence.

"Cheng Yin, look over there." Cheng Yi, who had a good relationship with him, pointed in the direction of the wolf riding camp with a solemn expression.

Cheng Yin looked in the direction that Cheng Yi was pointing, and the expressions of the soldiers in the wolf cavalry camp did not have the slightest surprise on their faces, which was completely deserved.

At this time, two wolf cavalry men passed by, and while talking, they said with disdainful faces: "Cut, a group of hillbillies who have never seen the world." Even if he moved back a hundred steps, the general would be able to shoot. ”

Cheng Yin was shocked when he heard this.

After shooting the halberd, Lu Bu threw the painting bow to Wen Ji, pulled up Song Jian and Ma Teng again, folded the palms of the two together, and laughed very heartily: "It seems that it is the will of heaven to let you stop, but don't regret it." ”

Ma Teng and Han Sui complied with it, and even if Song Jian was unwilling, he couldn't go back on his word in front of so many people, so he could only resign himself to his fate and said: "I am willing to follow Wen Hou's words." ”

At night, a banquet was held in the camp to celebrate the peace between the three parties.

Lu Bu also took this opportunity to say that he wanted to settle down for the people of Luoyang in Tianshui County, hoping that the three parties of Yanhe would not come to intrude on this place.

The three of them nodded in response, this bit of face still has to be given to Lu Bu, and they have no opinion on this.

After three rounds of drinking, Lu Bu asked Han Sui and Song Jian with a slightly drunken sense of alcohol: "You and others are all talented generals, why don't you think about returning to serve the court and leaving a name in history, but instead do this rebellious thing without a king and a father?" ”

Han and Song were embarrassed, and replied with their fists clenched: "Wen Hou, if we are not willing to serve the imperial court, we are really desperate!" ”

Before the riots, the Liangzhou assassins, Zuo Chang, Song Xiao, and Geng Contempt, only knew about the tyranny and did not pay attention to the people's livelihood at all. Liangzhou is already poor, and it can withstand years of oppression and blackmail. But if there is a trace of survival, who would want to rebel?

"If you have the heart to be obedient, Lu can guarantee you and get you the position of general, how about it?" Lu Bu made a promise.

Ma Teng's ancestor is Ma Yuan, the general of Fubo, and he has always had the ambition of being a marquis and a general, so as to glorify the lintel and seal his wife and son. Now that Lu Bu said this, he was willing to respond.

Han Sui was also a little moved, he was a protégé of Jincheng Taishou Yinhua in his early years, and was conscripted to engage in Liangzhou, if he was not hijacked and coerced by the Qianghu rebels, he would not have been able to embark on the road of rebellion against the imperial court.

Song Jian is different, since he became the leader of a thief, he has liked this kind of dictatorial rule, he doesn't need to listen to the call of others, and he can say whatever he wants.

Refusing directly will embarrass Lu Bu, and Song Jian didn't want to offend Lu Bu, so he had to find a prevarication: "Wen Hou, it's not that I don't believe you, but now that the court traitors are in charge, I'm afraid that I will be killed by traitors before I return to obedience for a few days, so I can't accept it." ”

As soon as these words came out, Han Sui, who was originally moved, also changed his words: "Wen Hou, Han also has to go back and discuss with the soldiers before he can give you an answer." ”

Only Ma Teng chose to stand on Lu Bu's side without hesitation, life is originally a big gamble, it depends on whether you dare to bet on a game when the opportunity comes.

Han Sui and Song Jian did not nod in agreement, and Lu Bu no longer insisted on it, knowing that they had their own concerns. What's more, this kind of thing can't be rushed, and if you put some pressure at the right time, they will naturally take the initiative to take refuge.

At this time, a rough man came over, hugged his fists and said to Lu Bu: "I heard that Wen Hou's generals are as strong as clouds, and the villain is not talented, so he dares to ask for advice." ”

"Wen Hou, this is my subordinate general Zhaomeng, who is martial and aggressive, Wen Hou should not be blamed." Song Jian introduced Lu Bu, and his face was colorful.

Lu Bu's reputation is outside, and today he showed another hand of divine shooting. Zhaomeng is not stupid, he still has some self-knowledge, and he knows that he can't fight Lu Bu, so he wants to pick his soldiers to do it, so that he can find a place for the leader Song Jian.

Lu Bu is now the right general, and he is not far from the position of a great minister, and he has lost his identity by doing something with them, so he called to the side: "Meng Qi, you go and compare with him." ”

When Zhaomeng saw the appearance of the man named 'Meng Qi', his face suddenly turned gloomy: "Wen Hou is not playing Wuye, how can he fight with me?" ”