Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Beimang Mountain lies north of Luoyang and south of the Yellow River. It is the watershed between the Yellow River and its tributary Luoshui. It is not high in altitude and is a loess hilly area. It is a natural barrier to the north of Luoyang and a strategic military location.

At this moment, Zhang Mo and Guan Hai were lying in ambush on a slope leading from Luoyang to Beimang Mountain. The slope was covered with lush vegetation, and beyond it was a large forest. Beyond the forest stood two low hills. In the middle of the hills, Juyi Village's 1,000 Golden Eagle Guards and 500 auxiliary soldiers practicing the Mandarin Duck Formation were ready to go.

Since she decided to ambush the enemy at Beimang Mountain, Zhang Mo had thoroughly understood the terrain of this area. She knew clearly where the longbowmen were suitable for ambushes, where the Golden Eagle Guards were suitable for raids, where the Mandarin Duck Formation was suitable for encirclement and killing, as well as the troop movements in between, the subsequent retreat routes, etc.

Before He Jin decided to invite Dong Zhuo to the capital, Zhang Mo had already asked the leaders of each team to stroll around Beimang Mountain to prevent them from getting lost during the deployment. Yesterday, she sent Amina to lead people to monitor various road crossings. No matter where Dong Zhuo's troops entered from, she could ambush them on that road in advance.

Of course, it would be best if only Dong Zhuo could be killed. For this reason, Zhang Mo decided to try assassinating him before the fight. To be absolutely sure, she specially sent people to catch several highly poisonous snakes and smeared their saliva on the tips of the arrows. As long as the skin was scratched, the venom would enter the blood. In this era without serum, it would be a sure death.

The sun slowly rises from the east, and its fiery red light slants down. The morning glow is like blood, illuminating the lush forest red.

"Don't be nervous, you must not be nervous." Zhang Mo stared at the end of the path and nodded at Guan Hai beside her.

According to the information sent by Amina, Dong Zhuo only brought 800 people with him when he entered this road. Whether it was an assassination or an ambush, the chances of success were very high. It was because the chances of success were so high that Zhang Mo became nervous.

Guan Hai folded his arms and leaned against the tree trunk, "I'm not nervous."

He looked at Zhang Mo's slightly trembling fingertips and said with a smile, "But you, aren't you a little too excited?"

Zhang Mo took a deep breath, looked at the still quiet path, and said to Guan Hai, "Let me tell you a story!"

Knowing that she wanted to relieve her tension, Guan Hai pretended to listen attentively.

"Do you know why Beimang Mountain is called Beimang Mountain?"

Guan Hai shook his head, "I don't know!"

Zhang Mo said, "Legend has it that a long time ago, on Mount Kunlun, there lived an old Taoist priest and two disciples. One day, the old Taoist priest said to his disciples, 'I'm going to visit a friend from outer space. This big pot is boiling snakes caught from the East China Sea. The fire under the pot must not be extinguished, and the water inside must not dry up. You must remember this!' With that, he rode away on a crane."

"So, the two disciples watched over the pot every day, constantly adding firewood and water. Hundreds of years passed, and the master still hadn't returned. The two disciples were getting anxious. One day, one said to the other, 'Master, it's been who knows how many hundreds of years since we came back. It's too boring to stay up here in the mountains. Why don't we go down and have some fun?' The other disciple was very interested. They filled the pot with water, lit the fire, and went down the mountain together."

"They had a blast, but they were still worried about their master's instructions, so they bought some wine and meat and hurried back. However, the fire had gone out, the water in the pot had dried up, and they saw the yellow snake fleeing toward the East China Sea, leaving a trail of yellow water in its wake. They hurriedly gave chase, but the snake spotted them and quickly changed course to the north. They took a shortcut to intercept it, but the snake saw them and veered off before returning to the East China Sea. This winding waterway is the Yellow River in District Nine."

"And then?" Guan Hai asked.

"Then the master returned and discovered that the Huang Mang had escaped. Knowing that his two disciples must have neglected him, he quickly rode his crane in pursuit. By the time he arrived, the Huang Mang had already fled into the East China Sea. He then transformed his two disciples into two mountains, ordering them to guard the waterway forever. People began to call the waterway left by the Huang Mang the Yellow River, and the mountain the two disciples had transformed into Zhuiyou Mountain. Later, people on the south bank of the Yellow River thought Zhuiyou Mountain sounded unpleasant, so they changed it to Mang Mountain."

After the story was told, Zhang Mo felt less nervous.

At this time, there was a noise at the end of the road. The two of them hid in the bushes quietly, and saw a group of people slowly coming towards this side. Zhang Mo followed the long team and the first person she noticed was not Dong Zhuo, but Lu Bu who was guarding Dong Zhuo on the left.

Lu Bu and Dong Zhuo were riding their horses almost side by side, and Lu Bu was on the ambush side, so the probability of accidental injury by arrows was extremely high.

Zhang Mo pressed down the crossbow in Guan Hai's hand and said, "You go back and lead the Golden Eagle Guards to prepare for an ambush. I'll lure Lu Bu away!"

Guan Hai asked worriedly, "How are you going to distract him? What if he thinks it's an assassin sent to kill you?"

Zhang Mo touched the hidden arrow on her right arm and said, "He will come after me personally."

"Then you better be careful!" Hearing her confident words, Guan Hai stopped talking nonsense, put away his bow and crossbow, and left.

The team was getting closer and closer. Zhang Mo raised her right arm, narrowed her left eye, aimed at Lu Bu's left shoulder armor, and pulled the trigger of her hidden arrow.

"Ding——" A slight sound of iron collision was heard in the middle of the team.

"There's an assassin!" Lu Bu was startled, holding his Fang Tian Hua Ji horizontally and looking warily at the bushes on the left. At this moment, another sharp arrow flew out. Lu Bu waved his hand and shot down an arrow the size of a pen core.

Lu Bu glanced at the arrow that had fallen to the ground, his expression changing slightly. Dong Zhuo also reacted at this moment, raising his shield to protect himself and shouting, "Catch the assassin, quick! Catch the assassin!"

Immediately, a group of soldiers dismounted and tried to chase after them into the bushes.

Lu Bu jumped off his horse and saw the figure fleeing deep into the woods. Without caring whether Dong Zhuo agreed or not, he hurriedly said, "You stay here to protect the lord, I will chase him," and rushed into the woods ahead of the soldiers.

Seeing that there was only one assassin, Dong Zhuo's tense nerves relaxed a little. Thinking that the emperor had not found him yet, he ordered a few soldiers to go in and take a look. He left two others to wait for Lu Bu outside the woods, and he continued on his way with the others.

Zhang Mo ran all the way, and Lu Bu chased her from behind. The distance between them was not very far. Zhang Mo looked back and saw that there were other people chasing her. Relying on her familiarity with the terrain, she led Lu Bu to turn left and right in the woods. After about half an hour, they had left the pursuing soldiers far behind. Seeing that the person behind him had been left behind, Lu Bu quickly caught up with her and grabbed her.

"What are you doing? Why are you here? Do you know how dangerous it was just now?" Lu Bu felt that sooner or later he would be scared to death by her.

Zhang Mo panted and laughed, "I'm here with you!"

She rolled up her sleeves, revealing the hidden arrow inside. "You made this yourself, you wouldn't not recognize it, would you?"

"Did you deliberately lure me here?" Lu Bu asked in surprise.

Zhang Mo nodded, "Yes!" Then she took his arm and said coquettishly, "Ever since you left Jinyang for Hedong County, I've missed you so much! So much! I heard that you came with Dong Zhuo to Beimang Mountain to welcome the emperor, so I ran to find you."

Zhang Mo's rare innocent look made Lu Bu's serious expression relax. He touched her smooth face and said lovingly, "You are too bold. I will go into the city with the lord after fetching His Majesty. We will have many opportunities to meet in the future. Why rush now?"

Zhang Mo pouted, "Your wife didn't come after we moved to the city, so how could we have the chance to meet?"

Lu Bu's expression froze. "She's going to come at least until Luoyang is settled."

After saying that, he pulled his arm away and said, "Go back quickly. I can't stay here for too long."

Zhang Mo held his hand tightly, "Stay with me for a while!"

Lu Bu looked at her suspiciously, "You...you're not like usual today. You didn't come here to see me."

"Of course not. If I'm not here to see you, then I'm here to see His Majesty?" Zhang Mo said.

Lü Bu suddenly realized what he had told her about his dream and said, "You knew Dong Zhuo would cause chaos in Luoyang, and you were afraid that Your Majesty would send him first, so you wanted to rush in first. If Dong Zhuo didn't find Your Majesty, he would have no reason to lead his troops into the city. It was your adoptive father who sent you here, wasn't it?"

When he said this last sentence, a layer of green aura was already covering Lu Bu's face.

Zhang Mo curled her lips, "Is there no one else in Luoyang? Why would my adoptive father send a woman like me to look for His Majesty?"

Lu Bu's deep eyes locked onto hers, his voice a little cold, "Have you told your foster father about your dream?"