Chapter 223 Wen Yuan

Friend or foe?

At this moment, the three long knives hanging around their waists were half out of their sheaths. Lu Li stared at the cavalry in front of him and remained silent, while Ji Zhong and Pang Chun took the initiative to take half a step forward to "protect" the lord in the middle.

At the same time, snow and dust were flying on the road, horses' hoofs were clattering, and five elite knights rushed over, without the general's ordering, they directly surrounded Lu Li and the others.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The two groups began a silent confrontation.

Although Ji and Pang are handsome, holding knives in both hands, their power is not lost, but in terms of facts, compared with this group of people in front of them, they are more than a step behind in terms of appearance.

This group of knights is not only equipped with the same style of black heavy armor, but also the mounts under their crotch. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are armed to the teeth.

"Don't panic, there is a high probability that they are the elite of the army."

At this point, there is no other choice.

Therefore, Lu Li didn't shy away from it, and while admonishing the two, he drew out his cold and slender saber:

"Old rules, if the situation is wrong, just run away, and I will be in charge of the rear."

The words were not only for the followers, but also for the strange cavalry general.

"Haha, brother misunderstood, misunderstood."

Under everyone's gaze, the cavalier jumped off his horse, ignored the unsheathed long knife in Lu Li's hand, stepped forward and put it on his shoulder, acting very familiar, and said with a smile:

"If it weren't for Wen Yuan's sharp eyes, I would have almost missed the chance to make friends with Your Excellency."

Wenyuan?

The name sounds familiar, and I always feel that I have highlighted it in my notes, but I can't remember who this guy is for a while.

However, one thing is certain, there must be no such person among the yellow turban generals with names and surnames.

At this point, Lu Li put the knife back into its sheath, squeezed out a smile, tilted his head and said, "What's your surname, General, and besides, why are you looking for Mr. Lu?"

For a moment, the atmosphere was relaxed, but it was a little strange.

The two chief generals hooked their shoulders, while the men under them faced each other with swords and swords. They were very confused and didn't know what to do.

"Zhang Liao, from Yanmen."

The sound wasn't too loud, but when it fell into Lu Li's ears, it was like thunder from the ground.

Regardless of whether it is official history or romance, Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan are all first-class military generals in the world.

Of course, Zhang Liao in front of him has not been known to the princes, and his fame is limited to Yanmen in Bingzhou.

So Lu Li didn't get too excited, and replied calmly, "Lu Li, whose name is Meng Ming, is from Taiyuan."

"Haha, I guessed right, it was me, Bingzhou Erlang, who did it!"

A look of joy appeared on Zhang Liao's face, and he glanced at the stream——

The thief, Meng Liangzheng, was leaning on the stone with his eyes closed and dozed off, seemingly unaware of what was going on.

"Surely this person is the bandit chieftain who robbed the village earlier?" Zhang Liao said firmly, probably because he was afraid that Lu Li would misunderstand, he added:

"A certain person was ordered to go north this time, and happened to come across a village that was plundered in the Pingtao land boundary. He wanted to deal with those thieves, but found that he was one step ahead."

"I was curious for a while, so I specially divided my troops to take a look, but I didn't expect to meet my own people."

Lu Li nodded, and after confirming the identity of the other party, he stopped covering up and said in a loud voice, "Yellow Turban traitors, the world will attack them together."

"That's a wonderful statement!"

This sentence seemed to hit Zhang Liao's mind, he gritted his teeth and said, "Who would have thought that this old thief Guo Tai would collude with the Qiang and the Huns, cooperating with the inside and the outside, together causing chaos and merging the state? You must kill this thief yourself!"

Lu Li frowned.

Huns!

They were indeed part of this chaos.

"The Yellow Turban bandit raised troops from Baibo, Xihe County, and is currently attacking Taiyuan and Hedong, while the Qiang and Xiongnu are joining forces to besiege Yunzhong and Yanmen. Brother, where are you planning to go north?"

At this time, Zhang Liao finally asked the last question.

And Lu Li had already guessed that there would be such a sentence, so he replied without thinking, "I heard that Ding Biejia is recruiting talented people in Jiuyuan. I think I have some strength and plan to try it."

Now that the situation is chaotic, it is time to select talents and use their abilities. Zhang Liao was overjoyed when he saw Lu Li, who was aspiring to join the army and had a lot of strength. Jiuyuan."

"Then trouble brother."

In a few words, the two began to call each other brother and brother, and the five murderous knights also put away their weapons one after another, no longer stern.

Seeing this, Pang Chun and Ji Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, there were only a few of them, and their aura was even more terrifying than hundreds of yellow scarf thieves.

At this time, Zhang Liao turned around, raised his hands in a bow, and said warmly: "They are my personal guards, their character is like this, and their responsibilities, I hope the two brothers don't forget."

Engage in Bingzhou, the official of Qianshi!

How dare you accept his gift?

Ji and Pang hastily stretched out their hands and lifted them up, "General, don't do this, you're going to spoil us."

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply to the end.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed again.

"It's still early, why don't we bury the pot here and cook some wild game to accompany the wine?" Zhang Liao looked around and said with a smile, "To tell the truth, we received the transfer order and set off last night, and we haven't dropped any rice yet. Enter."

Pang Chun volunteered and said, "Master, I am willing to go."

Hearing this, Lu Li raised his eyes to look at the gradually darkening sky, and did not refuse, but only urged, "Come back in half an hour."

"promise!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Liao sent two cavalry to follow them.

Hundreds of miles away, in Jiuyuan County Government Office.

The charcoal stove was burning fiercely.

A man kneeling beside the writing table had gray temples, he was writing official documents with a brush, and he looked like he was not old.

"Xiutu Gehu joined forces with the left Hu of the Southern Xiongnu to besiege the two counties of Yunzhong and Yanmen. Guo Tai, the remnant of the Yellow Turban, attacked Taiyuan from Xihe County to the north.

The man put down the copybook, clicked his tongue, disdain appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "The people who insert the label and sell the head, just wait for Wen Yuan to lead the army, and the old man will go north in person, and first keep the enemy out of the country. Then free up your hands to deal with those yellow turban thieves."

"Father."

The voice came from down the steps.

"It's better to let the boy go north to rescue the governor, and order Wen Yuan to lead troops to suppress the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. Calculating the time, he should have reached the boundary of Wenshui at this moment and has not yet crossed the river."

The person who spoke was in his twenties, seven feet tall, with a slender waist, shoulders folded, a face like Fu Fen, a bright silver crown on his head, and a sword under his ribs. He was very heroic.

Hearing this, Ding Yuan stroked his beard under his chin, and said unhurriedly: "It's just a bunch of chickens and dogs, I don't need to take action."

"What's more, this Jiuyuan County is your hometown, so you can stay here for a few days..."

The tone is amiable, but there is a faint hint of refusal.