The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 122 old acquaintance

Tonight's wolf riding camp was extremely lively.

Most of the [-] cavalry pawns brought by Wei Musheng were familiar faces from the Wolf Cavalry Camp.When the Wolf Riding Battalion was formed, they also received Lu Bu's training together, but later, some people couldn't survive and chose to quit or were forced to quit.

Now that we meet again, there are naturally endless topics to talk about.

Thousands of men sit together chatting and bragging, the atmosphere is more lively than the market.

In the happy atmosphere of everyone, there was a figure who seemed particularly lonely.

When Yang Ting came to the Wolf Cavalry Camp, it was already after Yanmen Pass, and among the [-] soldiers that Wei Musheng brought with him, naturally there were no familiar characters he could recognize.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to, and he didn't have the hobby of making jokes, so he simply scooped up half a can of broth, took three more wheat cakes, and found a secluded place to sit down.

After eating the first pancake, Yang Ting seemed to hear someone calling him.

He turned his head, only to find that at some point, a middle-aged man in dark brown casual clothes stood behind him.

After the middle-aged man saw Yang Ting, he seemed a little unbelievable, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, and exclaimed in surprise: "Young Master, it's really you!"

eldest son?
Yang Ting laughed at himself, as if he hadn't heard this title for a long, long time.

Afterwards, Yang Ting carefully sized up the visitor, and finally recalled the man's name, and couldn't help laughing: "Wang Lang, long time no see."

Now Wang Lang, who holds an important position in the Hanoi army, did not dare to be negligent, bowed back and said: "Wang Lang has seen the young master."

Yang Ting waved his hand indifferently, "This is a military camp, so the clichéd etiquette can be avoided, and you don't have to call me eldest son, just call me by my name."

When he was in Luoyang, Yang Ting met Wang Lang by chance, and his impression was not deep, but he often heard his grandfather mention it, and he spoke highly of Wang Lang.

Calling Wang Lang to sit down, Yang Ting couldn't help being curious, "How do you know that I'm in this wolf camp?"

Wang Lang reported the truth.

It was also a coincidence that during the day and afternoon, the Hanoi Army was stopped outside the village by the Wolf Riding Battalion.Wang Lang happened to see Yang Ting standing behind Li Feng. At that time, Wang Lang thought he was delusional.Who would have imagined that the grandson of the great Sangong of the Han Dynasty would go to this war-torn border to become a soldier.

No one would believe this matter.

After listening to Wang Lang's narration, Yang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little lucky for no reason.

It's not that the old man sent someone to arrest him and go back.

At this time, the drums of war sounded like thunder rolling in.

Yang Ting looked over there, and all the soldiers were divided into three tiers, forming a big circle and vacating the central position.

Amid the sound of war drums, two bare-chested brawny men walked to the middle position, following Cao He and Wei Musheng's orders, they quickly leaned against each other.

The onlookers exploded in an instant, the crowd was boiling, and they roared loudly with flushed faces, cheering up the two people in the field.

Yang Ting's eyesight is very good, even at a distance, he can still see the situation in the field clearly.

Of the two wrestling, he knew one of them was from the Wolf Cavalry Battalion, as for the other, it should be Wei Musheng's soldiers.

As the favorite sport of northerners, wrestling can not only enhance the relationship between the two parties, but also a way to secretly compete and prove their own strength.

Although it was just for entertainment to add to the excitement, no one wanted to see people from their own camp being thrown to the ground and unable to get up.

Throw him, throw him!
Yang Ting, who was watching the battle from a distance, blushed and leaned forward slightly. Although he didn't say a word, he had already integrated with the soldiers in his heart and shouted together.

At the beginning, the two sides still had victories and losses, until Wei Musheng sent a villain named 'Quiba' to the field, the Wolf Cavalry Battalion never won a game again.

"Hey, lose another horse nose!"

Seeing the soldiers of the Wolf Riding Battalion on the field being thrown to the ground again, Yang Ting, in a depressed mood, angrily bit off a large piece of wheat cake with his sharp teeth to vent his anger.

Perhaps because of excessive force, the remaining half of the hand fell to the ground. Yang Ting reached out to pick it up and patted it nonchalantly.

Wang Lang at the side seemed to have guessed Yang Ting's next move, and hurriedly stopped him: "My lord, dirty..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ting threw it into his mouth directly, and started to chew, and when he felt his throat was dry, he poured a mouthful of the warm soup and enjoyed it all over his face.

I don't know, I thought Yang Ting was tasting some delicious food.

The young man sitting cross-legged in front of him doesn't have the slightest etiquette and demeanor of an aristocratic family.

A few years ago, when Wang Lang was studying in Luoyang, he had the honor to attend several dinners hosted by the Yang family for distinguished guests.Even so, Yang Ting has no taste for food, let alone enjoyment.

What happened to our eldest son now?
Wang Lang couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Wang Lang staring blankly at the clay pot in his hand, Yang Ting handed the pot forward, "Come on?"

Wang Lang was stunned, and quickly pushed his hand to show that he was not hungry.

Yang Ting began to chew on himself again.

"Master, do they know you're here?" Wang Lang asked with concern.

Yang Ting ignored him.

Wang Lang worshiped Yang Ci as his teacher, so he was naturally a student of the Yang family.

The teacher's grandson is in trouble, how can Wang Lang sit still.Yang Ting could eat ordinary wheat cakes, and Wang Lang felt sore pain in his heart. He looked at Yang Ting and couldn't help saying: "Young master, this is not what you deserve. , I'll take you out of here."

If it was the moment when he first entered the wolf riding camp, Yang Ting wished he could follow Wang Lang immediately.At that time, he felt that as long as he could get out of the ghostly place of the wolf riding camp, he could do whatever he wanted.

But now, Yang Ting has gradually gotten used to this place, in fact, it's pretty good, at least it's much better than being a caged rich bird in Luoyang City.

Seeing that Yang Ting was unmoved, Wang Lang had no choice but to beg again: "Young master, you should come with me, if something happens, how should I explain to my mentor! Even if he dies, Lang will not be able to escape the blame. "

In the arena, Li Feng, who was going to challenge, was also thrown to the ground.

Wang Lang's "buzzing, buzzing" preaching made Yang Ting very upset. After swallowing the remaining wheat cakes in twos and fives, he suddenly got up and tore off the armor on his body.

Yang Ting's body is not burly, but it is very strong, especially the six-pack of solid and well-proportioned abdominal muscles, which is extremely eye-catching.

This once was the most famous rich dude in Luoyang City, regardless of Wang Lang's astonished expression beside him, he shouted loudly: "Let me try it."

The soldiers in front turned their heads, and thousands of eyes fell on Yang Ting at the same time.

"Oh, it's Yang Ting, I've fought him before, he's very good at fighting."

"Yang Ting, let them see the true strength of our wolf cavalry battalion!"

"Boy Yang, fuck him!"

The men in the Wolf Riding Camp took the initiative to make way for Yang Ting, and everyone was cheering for him.

"Sure enough, whether it's Yang Ting or Young Boy Yang, they all sound more pleasing to the ear than that young master."

The corners of Yang Ting's mouth curled up, revealing an evil smile. After stretching, he let out a shout, and rushed to the center of the arena as fast as he could.

At this moment, Wang Lang seemed to understand.

He watched Yang Ting's back getting farther and farther away, got up and left.

(End of this chapter)