When his eyes suddenly lit up, Bu Dugen realized that he had killed the siege and the sound of fighting was far away, but at this moment, he no longer cared about this.

The cold murderous intent permeated the north wind, and the bones were cold. Bu Dugen felt like he was being targeted by a wolf. He turned around stiffly and looked in the direction where the sound came.

What caught my eye was a savage man, with a long face covering his face, but the eyes under his sword eyebrows were extremely impactful. His burly body and armor were damaged, but there was no sign of embarrassment. He just looked at him and felt the urge to turn around and leave.

A red horse like flames kept digging its front hooves, and the white air that kept spewing out of its mouth was mixed with a low sound like a beast. This was a beast in horse's skin, but no matter how fierce the horse was, it could not match the violent aura emitted by his master.

Lu Bu!

Although I had never really met Lu Bu, the moment I saw this man, Bu Dugen had only this name left in his mind. No one except the man in front of him was qualified to be worthy of this name.

The hand holding the horse lance trembled a little, but his eyes gradually became firmer. He slowly and firmly raised the horse lance in his hand. He did not dare to look behind Lu Bu, who had been killed and abandoned his armor and fled in a panic. He was afraid that he would catch a glance, and the courage he had finally gathered would collapse under Lu Bu's invisible pressure. He fucked half-baked Chinese and said hoarsely: "Bu Dugen."

"Interesting!" Lu Bu raised his sword eyebrows and looked at Bu Dugen with interest. Since then, Yuwendu, this is the first Xianbei warrior to dare to face him.

You should know that since he killed Yuwendu, Lu Bu felt that his martial arts seemed to have a new breakthrough. Even Zhao Yun was difficult for him to survive twenty rounds. If it was a battle on the battlefield, perhaps the winner would be decided within three rounds, and his aura would undergo some strange transformation, which often only had a momentum and could calm others.

The man named Bu Dugen in front of me will not mention martial arts for the time being. In this way, he still has the courage to raise a gun to him, so he has the qualification to know his name.

"Lu Bu." He also raised the Fang Tian Hua Ji. Lu Bu looked at Bu Dugen and said proudly that on the grassland, even the Xianbei Shanyu's name may not be as loud as this name.

Gudu~

I originally thought that I had given everything and shouldn't have been afraid of it, but at this moment, when the name really came out of the other party's mouth, Bu Dugen still felt that his heart was getting a little faster, and his hand holding the horse lance began to sweat.

He had a lot of words that could cheer himself up, why did he kill our tribe and why he slaughtered the grassland. There was too much hatred between them that could make him shout and blame the other party with confidence, but when he was really facing Lu Bu, he finally chose to remain silent.

At this point, the language has become redundant, and the rest is not the weapons in hand or the hatred in the heart.

"Roar~" With a crazy howling sound, Bu Dugen's legs squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the horse spear in his hand stabbed Lu Bu without hesitation. All hatred, power and fear were compressed in this moment. If he failed, he would become a lord. Under the extreme fear and hatred, the originally ordinary stab brought a bit of momentum of going without returning. This was already a momentum that only top-notch generals would appear. Even those who could condense the momentum in their lifetime were only a palm.

In other words, at this moment, the step root broke through!?

Lu Bu's eyes gradually became solemn. The Red Rabbit Horse seemed to feel the owner's intentions. Without Lu Bu's urging, she spread her four hooves and trotted towards the other party.

Fang Tian's painting halberd drifted a strange arc in the air. It seemed slow, but it brought out a series of afterimages. On the edge of the halberd, the sound of wind and thunder came faintly, and even the surrounding air became distorted.

If Huang Zhong was here, he would have been surprised to find that Lu Bu's halberd was clearly the sword technique he used when the two of them fought in Chang'an. At this moment, Lu Bu was actually used without any stagnation.

"Ding~"

One fast and the other slow, but strangely collided in the center of the two.

Bu Dugen felt a lighter on his hand, and there was no time to think about it, and instinctively lowered his head. Fang Tian's painting halberd had already passed over his head.

"Puff~"

The war horse rushed out more than ten feet and stopped slowly. Bu Dugen lowered his head in surprise and looked at the half-pile of horse lance inserted into his chest. At this moment, he realized that the horse lance in his hand was only one piece of spear left. The red blood kept oozing out, and the power in his body quickly disappeared with the loss of blood.

“Ha~”

Although the ending was thought of at the beginning, at this moment, there was still an unspeakable unwillingness. Bu Dugen raised his head and slowly raised the horse spear that was only half left in his hand, making a sad long howl, and his burly body kept in this posture and slowly slid off the horse's back.

The war horse that lost its master hovered beside Bu Dugen in a daze, and from time to time he used his head to arch his body.

"Driving~"

He patted Chitu's head and slowly walked to Budugen's body. Looking at the grassland warrior who faced Yinshan until his death, Lu Bu slowly raised Fang Tian's painting halberd in front of his chest. No matter what, a person who was willing to die for his own nation was a warrior. Such a person is worthy of admiration.

After glanced at the war horse that kept crying, Lu Bu closed his eyes, and Fang Tian's painting halberd turned into a training exercise, cutting off the head of the war horse, and no longer cared about the body of the man and horse. Lu Bu turned his horse's head and rushed towards the battlefield ahead. There, the battle was coming to an end and he lost Bu Dugen's leadership. These Xianbei soldiers were fragile in front of Zhao Yun, Wei Yan, and a group of Han soldiers who were eager to go home. In addition to causing some casualties at the beginning, they have now become one-sided slaughter.

Not everyone can have the courage to do it just like the Synchronous Degree Root. Most people are just mortals, and will be afraid, but they do not have the rationality to suppress these emotions like the Synchronous Degree Root. Therefore, they die faster, more miserable, and have no dignity. The battlefield is the world of the strong, and the weak will be destined to be eliminated.

Ten thousand elite knights of the Xianbei royal court were killed by four thousand Han cavalry and abandoned their armor. If it were in the past, even Lu Bu would not dare to be so arrogant. But now, with the emergence of saddles and stirrups, and with the 4,000 soldiers undergoing blood sacrifices and refining, Lu Bu has enough confidence that these four thousand iron cavalry, under his leadership, are enough to defeat any powerful army in the world.

The Red Rabbit Horse ran up again and soon caught up with the troops. As Lu Bu's figure appeared on the battlefield again, the last trace of resistance of the Xianbei people completely collapsed. The group of people chased for thirty miles and chased outside the Xianbei royal court. Only when Putou, who came to hear the news, led the army to retreat with a rain of arrows.

"Haha~Good!" Lu Bu wiped the blood stains on his face, looked at the Xianbei people who were facing a great enemy, and laughed loudly: "My sons, go!"

It was not until the figure of the Han army completely disappeared from the end of their sight that Putou sat on the ground as if exhausted. Even Putou was used to fighting and still felt frightened.

"Where is Bu Dugen? Let him come and see me!" After a while of gasping, Pu Tou roared loudly. Originally, he was no longer planning to provoke Lu Bu and wanted to negotiate peace with Hanting. Who knew that Bu Dugen not only opposed his decision, but also took away nearly half of the guards of the royal court without permission.

Seeing that the more than 10,000 Xianbei elites who were originally taken away, there were only less than 3,000 left, Putou had the urge to tear Bu Dugen into pieces.

"Shanyu, Lord Bu Dugen... was killed in battle!" A leader looked at Pu Tou bitterly. Although he did not see Bu Dugen's fate specifically, he was lucky enough to see Bu Dugen's scene against Lu Bu Bu. Although he didn't know what happened later, Lu Bu Bu came back, but Bu Dugen did not, which has already explained the problem.

"What!?" Putou heard this, his male body trembled, and he stared at the head incredible. He suddenly glared at him, picked him up, and roared: "You are talking nonsense!"

"It's true!" the man said in a stern voice: "I saw Lord Bu Dugen face Lu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu Bu."

"Lu Bu!?" Putou's heart trembled when he heard this, as if all his strength had been pulled away. He sat softly on the ground. Although he had been dissatisfied with this brother and was wary of it, after all, he was more respected by the warriors in the royal court than himself, and even wanted to get rid of this brother more than once. However, when Bu Dugen really died, Putou felt as if he had lost something.

"Shanyu..." Zheluo walked from behind, helped Putou up with his own hands, and looked at the fearful and confused faces around him. This battle was not only a loss in the army, but more importantly, a blow to morale. The warriors of the entire royal court would lose their fighting spirit when facing Lu Bu. If they might have the power of a battle before, then after this battle, the Xianbei royal court had completely lost the qualification to compete with Lu Bu. At this moment, he had no doubt that even if only Lu Bu was here, these Xianbei warriors could be scared.

"Mr. Zheluo, what should I do now?" As if he had grabbed the last straw, Putou grabbed Zheluo and said.

"Seeking peace!" Zheluo said decisively: "To show enough sincerity, our tribe needs to rest and recuperate and can no longer withstand any trouble. We need to cease war with the Han people, the understanding of the Han emperor, and the forgiveness of Lu Bu."

"But..." Putou said bitterly: "Will Lu Bu agree?"

After this battle, the Xianbei royal court had completely lost its bargaining chips.

"Yes." Zheluo affirmed: "Please allow the Shanyu to go down and tell Lu Bu that he will definitely let Lu Bu agree to withdraw his troops."
Chapter completed!