Lu Bu: My wife comes from two thousand years later

Zhang Liao, holding a crescent silver halberd, stood outside the woods, looked up at the fiery red sun in the east, and then turned his gaze back to the woods. The woman should have knocked him unconscious by now, right?

To be honest, this was the first time he had used a woman to capture someone. Since he joined the army at the age of thirteen, he had killed two Hu people and captured countless bandits, but it had never been like this.

When the wanted order for Lu Bu was sent to Yanmen, he sent people to Jiuyuan to check Lu Bu's past. This man had made great military achievements on the border, but for so many years, he had only been a military officer. With his military achievements, he could have been the commander of the border army, but because of his humble background, that incompetent person stole the position of commander. Lu Bu was resentful, and because his family was massacred by the Hu people, he took his anger out on Yang Chuo, killed people and fled, which was really a pity.

Furthermore, although Lu Bu received a reward for killing bandits and saving people outside Yangyi City, he still remained chivalrous. Using such despicable means to capture him was not a gentleman's act.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhang Liao still led his men into the woods.

According to Li Zhubu's plan, Lu Bu and the other man must have been knocked unconscious by now, so it would be easy to capture them. Everyone did not hide their whereabouts and followed the direction described by A Ling to the straw hut where Lu Bu was temporarily staying.

"It's broken, something happened!"

As soon as they passed a bush, they saw A Ling lying in a pool of blood. A soldier shouted and ran forward to check.

"Boss, your head has been cut off!"

Zhang Liao walked over, looked at A Ling, then looked at the remaining porridge in the pot and the pool of vomit next to it, and looked around the straw hut.

"A Ling died without any pain. He obviously fainted before being beheaded. Lü Bu and the other two must have drunk the porridge. Although they vomited again, this medicine is very powerful. Even if they didn't faint, they would have become weak after taking it. They couldn't have run far."

Zhang Liao was about to check the traces on the ground when a cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes. He reflexively swung his halberd and struck out. With a sound of nails, a sharp arrow was knocked to the ground by him.

Lu Bu walked out from behind the tree trunk, holding a carved bow. "Boy, you have good skills. Practice with me. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life!"

He could have actually shot the young general to death with one arrow, but seeing that the young man seemed to be about the same age as Wen Yuan at this moment, in order to avoid accidentally injuring Wen Yuan, he shot a little off target.

"Don't be so arrogant, evil thief!"

A soldier beside Zhang Liao drew his sword and pointed it at Lu Bu angrily.

Zhang Liao looked at Lu Bu warily and waved his hand to signal the others to retreat. "I'll hold him back. Retreat quickly."

Judging from the force of the arrow just now, Lu Bu was not seriously poisoned. The county soldiers he brought with him were okay at bullying local ruffians, but they would definitely die if they faced Lu Bu.

A soldier said, "He's been drugged. If we attack together, we might have a chance of winning."

"Fuck chances!"

Zhang Liao held his crescent silver halberd across his chest and shouted, "This is an order, retreat immediately!"

Lu Bu hung his bow on a tree branch and walked over with his Fang Tian Hua Ji in hand. He was quite impressed by his actions in protecting his comrades. "Don't worry, as long as they don't get in the way, I won't touch them."

He looked at the young general proudly, "Tell me your name, and I'll give you three moves!"

"That's what you said!"

Zhang Liao was still young at heart, and he immediately felt a little dissatisfied. He said in a cold voice, "Zhang Liao of Yanmen, Zhang Wenyuan, please teach me."

As he spoke, he leaped forward and slashed the silver halberd diagonally, aiming straight for Lu Bu's neck.

"Zhang Liao? Wenyuan?" Lu Bu dodged Zhang Liao's halberd by slightly turning his body, with a look of surprise and a hint of excitement on his face.

Zhang Liao did not hear the joy in Lu Bu's words, and the second halberd came again, but it was aimed directly at Lu Bu's heart.

"Is it really Wenyuan?" Lu Bu muttered as he dodged.

At this time, Zhang Liao's third move came again. Lu Bu dodged sideways and quickly used his Fang Tian Hua Ji to block Zhang Liao's fourth move.

"Interesting! Let's practice hard today!"

Meeting his old friend in his dream, Lu Bu was extremely happy. He turned from defense to offense, swung the silver halberd with his Fang Tian Hua Ji, raised his arm high, a white light flashed, and the tip of the halberd fell towards Zhang Liao with a sharp force.

A terrible feeling of oppression came over him, and Zhang Liao hurriedly raised his halberd to block it.

"Boom..."

The moment the two weapons collided, Zhang Liao felt an extremely domineering force spreading through the halberd to his wrists. His hands went numb and the halberd almost slipped out of his hands.

He hurriedly took a few steps back and turned his slightly numb wrist, feeling horrified. Even if Lu Bu had been drugged, he was no match for him in terms of strength. It seemed that today he could only have a chance of winning by relying on speed and skills.

He attacked again, the halberd in his hand danced rapidly, slashing and chopping, the silver-white halberd tip quickly flashed through light and shadow. Lu Bu was also fast, either resisting or attacking. The two seemed to be covered in a circle of dancing light and shadow. In a short while, they had exchanged dozens of moves, which dazzled the people around them.

In terms of fighting skills, Lu Bu was older and had been fighting on the border since he was a child. He had experienced countless fights, both in groups and alone, and naturally had more experience than Zhang Liao. But today he was drugged and his condition was only half of his usual level, and his reaction was slower than usual. The two fought for nearly a hundred rounds, and Zhang Liao was finally defeated, and his weapon was knocked away by Lu Bu's halberd.

"carefree!"

Lu Bu laughed heartily, "I haven't had such a good time fighting in ages!"

Although Zhang Liao was defeated, he showed no sign of anger. Instead, he bowed to Lu Bu and said, "Thank you for your mercy, brother!"

He silently worried for himself. In the last blow, Lu Bu could have hit his head directly, but he turned around and hit his weapon. If he had not shown mercy, he would have died here today. This drugged Lu Bu was still so strong. Under normal circumstances, he would not have been able to survive ten rounds in his hands.

Looking at the righteous Zhang Liao, Lu Bu was extremely satisfied. Whether in his dream or today, this young man had left a very good impression on him. He was a person worth making close friends with.

He pretended to be serious and said, "Since you just protected your comrades, I will let you go today. Come back another day to practice halberd with me."

"This... isn't appropriate!" Zhang Liao looked embarrassed.

The other party was a fugitive, and he was an official. How could he come to practice martial arts with a fugitive? Although he wanted to come very much.

"Why not? If you want to capture me, then improve your martial arts skills. Go back and tell your county magistrate that if you can last eighty rounds in my hand, I will let you capture me. I mean what I say."

This was Lu Bu's excuse to get Zhang Liao to come out and practice martial arts with him. Not to mention that his strength has been improved now, even in the past, Wen Yuan would have found it difficult to last more than eighty rounds against him.

Lu Bu glanced at Ah Ling lying on the ground and said, "Don't use such despicable tactics next time."

Zhang Liao looked ashamed and clasped his fists in apology, "Then... I'll come back tomorrow."

He was more than happy to have such a formidable person as his sparring partner. As for his identity as a fugitive, who cares? The county magistrate was his cousin anyway. He could just say he was there to arrest someone, and no one would be able to accuse him of anything.

Zhang Liao walked to the side, picked up his weapon, and turned to leave first.

The soldiers who had been waiting nearby were about to catch up when one of their leaders whispered, "This man has been fighting with the leader for a long time and must be exhausted. Let's take advantage of his unpreparedness and rush forward together to capture and kill him."

There would be a huge reward for capturing Lu Bu, but after alerting the enemy this time, it would be difficult to have such an opportunity again. As for Lu Bu's claim that he would be captured after eighty rounds, they thought it was pure bullshit.

Seeing Lu Bu walk under the tree to get the carved bow, the people who were about to leave suddenly turned around when they were about ten steps away from him, and four long spears were thrust towards him.

There was a huge tree trunk in front of Lu Bu, with nowhere to hide. He used his long spear to block three attacks from the right and quickly rushed to the side of the tree, but he was still a little slow and a bloody hole was pierced in his left shoulder.

Zhang Liao heard the commotion and turned around to see everyone surrounding Lu Bu. He shouted, "What are you waiting for?"

The soldier who had stabbed Lü Bu said excitedly, "He's exhausted and injured. If we don't capture him now, when will we? Boss, come and lend us a hand."

The soldiers surrounded Lu Bu in the middle of a big tree and attacked him from all sides with swords and spears.

"court death!"

Lu Bu was furious. He pulled out the spear that was stabbed in his shoulder with one hand and swept the long spear with the other hand, cutting off all the weapons attacking him.

He gripped one end of the gun and pulled hard, while at the same time slashing the man diagonally with his Fang Tian Hua Ji. The man was cut in two from his left rib to his right shoulder, and his internal organs and blood flowed all over the floor.

Zhang Liao rushed over and deflected Lü Bu's attack for a colleague, angrily saying, "How dare you! Retreat!"

"Boss, do you dare to disobey the order of the Great Order?"

A soldier looked at Zhang Liao in surprise. As long as he joined, Lu Bu would have no chance of survival today, but he actually asked them to retreat?

"If you disobey orders, then disobey orders. Get back now!"

Zhang Liao had never done such a despicable, shameless and ungrateful thing in his life. Today, he would not let Lu Bu die here at all. Moreover, with just a few of them, they would not be able to capture Lu Bu and would only die in vain.

Seeing that Zhang Liao was resisting Lu Bu for them, everyone refused to retreat. As long as Zhang Liao helped to block the attack, they were confident that they could kill Lu Bu.

Because Zhang Liao blocked several attacks in a row, Lu Bu was really unable to take down these minions for a while. He didn't want to use heavy hands on Zhang Liao, but the minions next to him were ignorant of the danger and their wounds were still bleeding. Lu Bu had no patience to play with them. He let out a long roar, poured strength into his arms, and with a fierce halberd, he knocked Zhang Liao's silver halberd several feet away.

Zhang Liao lost his weapon, and seeing that no one would listen to him, he simply withdrew from the battle circle and let them fight.

He had tried his best to stop them, but these people were ignorant and wanted to find their own way, and there was nothing he could do.

Without Zhang Liao's intervention, Lu Bu killed seven or eight of the dozen soldiers in just a few breaths, and the remaining six were so scared that they fled in all directions.

Lü Bu chased and killed three more people before giving up. He walked back, clutching his wound, and looked at Zhang Liao, "Why don't you join them in capturing and killing me?"

In fact, judging from Zhang Liao's character in the dream, he would certainly not do such a despicable thing, but Lu Bu still asked a question.

Zhang Liao pulled out a medicine bottle from his bosom. "During the duel just now, you could have taken Liao's head, but you spared my life. How could Liao repay kindness with hatred?"

He handed the bottle over. "This is a wound medicine. If they escape, they will definitely go and get help. Bandage the wound and leave here quickly."

Lu Bu was silent for a moment, then stepped forward to take the medicine bottle, "I acknowledge you as my friend."

Friends? Zhang Liao was slightly stunned. He had come here to arrest a criminal, but in the end he had to become friends with the criminal?

"Why? You don't want to?"

Lu Bu glanced at him indifferently, walked to the side and sat down, ripped open his shirt and sprinkled medicine on the wound.

"I, Lü Bu, have always been clear about my grudges. Today, you first drugged me, and now you're giving me medicine. Now we're even. If you want to capture me again in the future, I'll be waiting for you."

Since I am now a fugitive, it is understandable that Wenyuan is unwilling to make friends with me.

"You killed Yang Chuo because of a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment?" Zhang Liao asked.

Although Yang Chuo was at fault for the fall of Jiuyuan, his crime was not punishable by death. Moreover, as his chief general, how could he have just killed someone without authorization? Is this called distinguishing between gratitude and resentment? This is clearly a case of taking one's anger out on someone else.

Lü Bu sneered, "He colluded with the Hu people to plunder and kill his compatriots. I've already done him a favor by not slaughtering his entire family."

"Colluding with the Hu people? How can this be justified?" Zhang Liao was surprised.