What group are you guys?

Chapter 147 Attack
"General! What happened to your eyes?"

Looking at Lu Bu with a pair of panda eyes, Zhang Liao asked with concern.

"No! It's nothing! I just stayed up late!"

Lu Bu bared his teeth slightly. He just cursed because he was too shocked and couldn't control his emotions. But who could have thought that the bastard had no martial ethics at all and just punched him twice.

To be honest, for a moment, he almost thought he saw that he was too milky!
This made Lu Bu feel extremely aggrieved. Although he had failed when practicing with Li Qingyuan a few days ago, at least the gap between the two was not that big. Relying on his rich combat experience, he felt that he could at least fight the opponent on equal terms.

But just now?
Lu Bu felt that his opponent could kill him seven times within three moves!
This unscientific!

Well, Lu Bu didn’t understand what science was, but he just felt it was unreasonable.

Why am I, who works out hard every day, still not as good as you, who indulge in pleasure every day and don't make any effort at all?
"General! You must restrain yourself!"

After hearing Lu Bu's explanation, Zhang Liao quickly gave his advice.

stay up?

What do you do when you stay up late?
There aren't many entertainment activities at night these days, so it's clear what you can do if you stay up late at night.

Therefore, Zhang Liao felt that the current batch of superiors was becoming more and more difficult to lead. Every one of them was indulging in idleness and doing nothing. If it weren't for himself and Gao Shun holding on to Hulao Pass, it would definitely be doomed!
I restrain you, uncle!
Lu Bu just felt aggrieved. Zhang Liao, aren't your eyesight usually good? How come you didn't see that the black eye sockets were caused by a beating?

Could this guy have deliberately clicked on me?
Looking at the guys under his command who were trying to hold back their laughter, Lu Bu thought he had to give them a good stretch.

As the saying goes, a smile will never disappear, it will only shift. When Lu Bu named the guys who laughed the loudest under the pretext of teaching them martial arts, their smiles instantly shifted to Lu Bu's face.

However, before he was ready to give these guys a good training so that they would remember not to make fun of their superiors, he heard a burst of rapid drum beats.

“Who’s playing the drums?”

Lu Bu immediately flew into a rage. War drums can only be beaten when the army is attacking. In this age when communication basically relies on shouting, beating the war drum randomly can kill the whole family.

"General! The Praetorian Guard has opened the city gates and is heading out to meet the enemy!"

Someone came forward to report immediately, and just one sentence left everyone dumbfounded.

The Prefect of the Guards is Li Qingyuan's current official position. As Dong Bai's husband and Dong Zhuo's close friend, isn't it natural for Li Qingyuan to hold the title of Prefect of the Guards?

"Damn it! That kid is pretending again!"

Lu Bu angrily crushed the bronze wine cup in his hand. It was obvious that the other party felt that his strength had greatly improved and wanted to show off.

Although the stronger Li Qingyuan is, the better it is for his side, but when Lu Bu thought that the other party was trying to show off under his nose again, he suddenly felt irritated.

There are people in this world who are more pretentious than me. It's really abominable!

Hearing the sound of war drums, the eighteen princes were all filled with righteous indignation. They were caught off guard and killed by Lu Bu and Li Qingyuan last time, which made them lose face. So in order to get back at them, they didn't care about the so-called official positions must be determined according to family background and clan, and could only hold internal competitions in the army, indicating that anyone with ability can get an official position.

Before the imperial examination system really prevailed, ordinary people who wanted to become officials had to be favored and recommended by their superiors. Not to mention the liberal arts that relied purely on self-judgment, even the military subjects that everyone believed relied entirely on real ability actually had various restrictions.

You think it's a military selection competition, where two people go on stage to compete, the loser lies down, and the winner stands up!

But the actual selection of military generals!

You are very strong, so let’s take the running test today.

You can shoot an arrow through a target from a hundred paces away, so today I will take the weightlifting test!
You said you wanted to fight it out in the ring?
OK, your opponent is wearing infantry armor and holding a saber, and you are wearing cloth clothes. You can choose your weapon from cucumber, eggplant and bitter gourd!
This was not the first time that Guan Yu and Zhang Fei had fought in a war. After all, they had followed Liu Bei to fight the Yellow Turban Rebellion for several years. They had demonstrated their strength before, so why didn't they even have an identity until now?
Isn’t it because the bureaucrats in charge of the review didn’t even see them?
What’s the use of being good at fighting? You need connections and backing.

Without connections and no backing, you will end up being a nobody in your entire life. It sounds impressive, but in reality, you can't even afford a house, and will eventually be hacked to death on the road.

In this day and age, just being able to fight doesn't guarantee a future. If Lu Bu hadn't met Dong Zhuo, he would have been nothing more than a chief clerk under Ding Yuan!
If Ding Yuan was willing to let Lu Bu be a general, would Lu Bu still betray him because of a horse?

It’s not that the princes were without capable warriors under their command, but in the past, most of the military generals were selected internally, and those so-called masters never had a chance to come to the fore.

But now I can't care about those things. When facing a life-and-death crisis, those original unspoken rules and human relations and interests are obviously useless.

So a group of experts were selected, especially Zhao Yun under Gongsun Zan and Dian Wei under Zhang Mu, who were the most outstanding.

So when he heard the sound of war drums, Yuan Shao immediately expressed his intention to send his masters to take action and let that arrogant guy know the cruelty of war.

A group of princes went to the viewing platform one after another, ready to avenge their previous humiliation.

"This? A person?"

When they saw the man and the horse coming out of Hulao Pass, everyone was stunned.

To be honest, if the sound of the war drums didn't represent an attack, everyone would think that this guy was coming to surrender!
The princes have an army of 500,000 or 600,000 men. Just one person?

If everyone spits at him, he can be drowned!

"Wow! You are so brave!"

Seeing that Li Qingyuan dared to charge alone, Zhang Fei roared angrily, then slapped the horse under his crotch and rushed out.

A few days ago, he was stabbed in the butt by a flying knife from the opponent. Although his flesh was thick and he did not suffer any fatal injuries, he had to lie on his butt with his butt sticking up for several days. In addition, the opponent also called him a eunuch. It can be said that Zhang Fei's hatred for Li Qingyuan has now reached its peak.

"Third brother, don't be reckless!"

Seeing Zhang Fei rushing out alone, Guan Yu hurriedly followed.

"The thief got shot by grandpa!"

Zhang Fei thrust his spear forward and stabbed. Even though he knew he was no match for the pretty boy in front of him, he had his second brother to support him. Even if he couldn't win, at least he wouldn't lose, right?

What Zhang Fei couldn't understand was that the other party hadn't raised his gun yet. Did he look down on him?
(End of this chapter)