Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

"Is it Song Ting's troops again?"

Qiao Lie and Yang Lin frowned, and Ma Ling took out a piece of letter and handed it over: "Brother Youshifu wanted to deliver it just now, but I bumped into it and brought it over first."

He looked at Qiao Lie and smiled, causing the Taoist to glare at him fiercely.

"Don't do this next time. I'll go to the Military and Political Department to receive my punishment later."

Speaking of words that made Ma Ling change his color, Lu Bu reached out to take it, opened it, read it word for word, waved it to Qiao Lie who stood up and walked aside, and touched his chin: "It seems that Song Ting has put some thought into me this time. "

The Taoist over there looked at it with the two curious people, and nodded: "The Western Army is the most brave and good at fighting, but they only transferred four thousand, obviously they don't regard us as a serious threat."

"I don't know where the rest of the soldiers came from." Lu Bu turned around and walked towards Kanyutu, saying: "We have almost wiped out the power of the government in Jingdong, and only a few state capitals of Deng and Mi are left. Combat strength, unless the Song Dynasty loses its mind and only lets the four thousand Western troops come to die this time, it will definitely mobilize troops from the capital, Hebei and Huainan to fight."

He reached out and used his knuckles to clasp the wooden board with the Kan map on it, and spoke with a dull thud: "I am curious about Liu Yanqing now. I wonder what his commanding ability is and whether he can command the various troops properly."

The other three looked at each other, and Ma Ling scratched his head: "I guess he has some skills, otherwise how can we get this person to lead the army to fight?"

"Pindao has a general idea." Qiao Lie shook the paper in his hand, made a clattering sound, and said, "This man is said to be a veteran of the Western Army. Brother, don't underestimate the enemy."

Yang Lin nodded fiercely: "My little brother often hangs out in the rivers and lakes and has never paid attention to the imperial generals. I just heard that the Western Army is brave and has many famous warriors and generals. Brother, please be more careful."

"Okay, let's test the skills of Song Tingxi General today." Lu Bu took a breath, turned to Ma Ling and said: "Go and let the Ma Army and the Gu tribe gather. The imperial court's troops will not arrive so soon. I'll go get the horse first."

"Yes."

Ma Ling cheered up and ran out quickly. The majestic figure here just said to Qiao Lie: "Let the people in Youshi Mansion keep an eye on the Song army's movements."

"Brother, don't worry, nothing will go wrong. Pindao will arrange it now."

The young Taoist clapped his chest and retreated with Jin Baozi beside him. Lu Bu then walked to the Kanyu map and looked at it with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, making people wonder what he was thinking.

When daylight passed noon, a boat docked on the north side of the mooring. Thick figures of people swayed, and soon there was the sound of horse hooves vibrating.

……

Zengtou City.

The sky is falling towards the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun is shining on the village. The rising smoke from the kitchen is dyed with a faint red light. Zeng Nong, who has passed the Tianshun year, is wearing a straw hat and standing in front of the stable in good spirits. Reaching out and holding fodder, he was feeding the horse.

"D-Dad! It's time to eat!"

There was a cry from behind, but the old man ignored it and just fed the horse. Seeing the horse eating grass happily, he touched its neck from the side with his hand. The horse shook its head and swung its tail, still saying He kept chewing grass.

"Dad, it's time to eat!"

The man who ran over was more than seven feet tall, with a slightly red complexion. He looked to be in his thirties. Seeing that Zeng Neng didn't reply, he came closer and said loudly: "Dad! It's time to eat!"

"I'm not deaf!"

With a dark complexion, Zeng Nong gently put the fodder in his hand into the manger and let the horse eat it by itself. He touched the horse's head with his hand, turned around and glared at his son: "Just shout once, I'm not deaf, shouting." , yelling, yelling, where are you calling the soul?" The man shrank his head when he was told, and the Zeng family slowly walked home with their hands behind their backs: "Where are those four bastards?"

The man quickly followed up: "The four of them just went back, and Mom asked them to take a shower..."

"Hmph!" The old man looked at him angrily: "It's all your leadership. Those four little bastards will imitate you and fight outside all day long, and they will cause trouble sooner or later."

This big man was Zeng Tu, the eldest son of Zeng. He scratched his head as he listened to the old man’s words and said, “Dad, it was you who told me that I might be bullied in the Song Dynasty, so you asked me to come here and start learning martial arts. How come you’re blaming me again now?” ?”

He spread his hands and said, "I didn't ask someone to teach me."

"You...make me so angry!"

Zeng Nongwen couldn't hit him when he heard that he was angry, and he was looking around for something that could hit him. Zeng Tu had a look of helplessness on his face. It is said that there is no better son than a father. Sometimes it is the other way around. He knew that his father would not hit him like this. Not done yet, he simply stretched out his hand and broke off a branch from a nearby tree and handed it over: "Dad, use this, it's convenient."

"You're such a traitor! You make me angry!"

The old man stamped his feet and slapped Zeng Tu twice with the branch in his hand. Seeing that his eldest son's expression did not change, he threw the branch to the ground: "We are from outside the Zeng family. Although the people of Song Dynasty said they would accept us, But when you look at him, do you ever think that we are compatriots?"

"Then why did you take me away from the tribe?" He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He had heard this eight hundred times, and he had to do it again today.

Zeng's eldest son sighed in his heart and slowed down his steps. The old man looked at him, snorted twice, and said: "You were still young at that time, so you can't remember. Our tribe was like other tribes at that time." After a battle, many young and strong men died. Without greenness, there will be less prey. If there are less prey, you will often be hungry..."

Under the setting sun, the father and son were walking slowly. The son quietly trailed half a step behind, opening and closing his mouth silently and in the same shape as the person next to him. A trace of memory appeared on the old man's face: "It's because the Liao people were pushing me hard at that time." Tight, both ginseng and tiger skin were needed. Many people were forced to settle in other tribes. I didn’t want to see the officials of the Liao people anymore, so I gritted my teeth and took you and Erlang to this Song Dynasty. In this state, it has been twenty or thirty years."

He looked at his son angrily and said, "You are becoming more and more useless. If you beat this one today or that one tomorrow, can't you save me some trouble?"

Zeng Tu shut his mouth tightly, with a solemn look on his face: "Dad, if I don't fight, wouldn't I be bullied by others? No one in our family would dare to mess with us..."

He smiled and said: "I think it's pretty good."

"Hmph -" The old man's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes. He glanced at the eldest son sideways and said, "Don't get involved in a life-threatening lawsuit. There are also Song Guan'er around who are jealous of our family. It won't be easy to solve it then."

"They want us to show off to outsiders." Zeng's eldest son shook his head, with a rather unruly expression on his face: "Otherwise, these Song people would have sucked blood from our family if they had the habit of knocking bones and sucking marrow."

"As long as you know what's going on." Elder Zeng didn't even look back. He watched the villagers hugging his grandson and greeting him. He waved with a smile on his face. He took a few steps forward and immediately lowered his face, looking sideways at his son. :"snort--"

Zeng Tu was helpless and raised his hands upward: "Dad, what's wrong with me?"

"Beast! Where is my grandson?"

"Perhaps it's not time yet..." Zeng Tu scratched his face when he heard the words, reacted suddenly, and stopped his movements: "Dad, don't you dare call me a beast, it's not good for you!"

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

Elder Zeng was furious. Under the dim light, his sturdy son ran forward, followed by a little old man wearing a straw hat. The two of them made noise all the way to the courtyard.

Night falls and the lights are brightly lit. (End of chapter)