Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

The countryside north of the city.

A group of cavalry roared towards dozens of cavalry galloping toward the northeast. The shouts of "Stop ahead -" "You are defeated, surrender quickly!" came from afar.

"Don't worry about them, hurry up! Shoot arrows! Disperse these people!"

On horseback, a middle-aged man wearing armor was beating the horse wildly. The cavalry behind him obeyed the order and quickly drew their bows and fired arrows. A wave of arrows fell, and they turned around and ran away regardless of whether they hurt anyone.

The direction they fled was towards a slope. Above the slope, a figure wearing green dragon armor rode a green-maned horse, holding a snake spear and frowning at them.

"You can really run..." He muttered, raised his eight-foot-long snake spear and pointed it forward: "Come forward and shoot an arrow as a warning. Anyone who doesn't obey the order to stop will be killed!"

The horse's hooves moved lightly, and a knight stepped forward from behind. Nearly three hundred war horses spread out, galloping from slow to fast, pulling up dust and running towards the rider, drawing their bows and shooting arrows. Dense arrows were inserted in front of the horses. Only the tail feathers were trembling slightly in the air.

"Dismount, or die -" Niu Gao put down the bow in his hand and shouted, nocked a second arrow while galloping, drew the bow and aimed forward.

The middle-aged man in armor looked at the large number of cavalry in front, then at the chasing cavalry behind him, and sighed: "I can't run anymore..."

He reined in his horse and stopped the horse slowly. He looked at the running cavalry surrounding him and others. The arrows in his hands were shining with cold light. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and said, "This officer is... Henbu, the governor of Binzhou, please don't hurt us."

After hearing this, Niu Gao slowly relaxed the bow string, put the bow back into the bow bag, stepped forward and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, grinned: "He is still an official, let's go, follow me to see the big man in a while General."

Soon, a group of cavalry returned to Binzhou.

……

The sun was deflected, and thick clouds drifted overhead, blocking the sunlight.

The flames on the city gate tower have been extinguished, and a burning smell wafts from the burning debris. Soldiers are lying or sitting on the city walls and streets. The injured are being carried to the Yamen hall or medical center for treatment. The horses' hooves tread crisply on the road, and the knights on the horses are serving as patrol soldiers today.

In the back hall of the government office, Lu Bu sat casually on a big nanmu chair, flipping through the battle report in his hand. Amidst the sound of paper clattering, his hand paused slightly: "Climb the east wall first, kill the generals, and capture the flag... Han Shizhong... …”

He straightened his crooked posture, straightened his waist, and said without raising his head: "Yu Cheng!"

"Yes." In a concise response, the burly guard opened the door and came in: "What are your orders, General?"

"Go to Bian Xiang to check on this Han Shizhong." He threw the battle report in his hand on the table and looked up at Yu Cheng: "If he is a talent that can be made, you might as well give it a try."

"Yes."

Yu Cheng didn't say much, just picked up the paper on the table and turned around to walk out. Before he could close the door, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Xiao Haili and Niu Gao walking in front, followed by several people wearing black leather armor. The soldiers came in escorting a tied-up middle-aged man.

"Brother Yu Cheng, can the general take a rest?"

Xiao Haili said hello, but before the young man who was closing the door said anything, Lu Bu's voice came from inside: "Xiao Haili? Come in."

Yu Cheng smiled at a few people, took a step back, and signaled that he would go out if he had anything to do. Xiao Haili and Niu Gao asked a middle-aged man named Henbo to wait outside. Several knights and guards watched him. Step inside and close the door.

Lu Bu looked up at them and smiled: "Is there nothing going on in the north?"

Xiao Haili and Niu Gao looked at each other, and the dark man took a step forward: "General, we captured the prefect of Binzhou outside the northern suburbs. Commander Xiao Haili heard that we must come back together."

"Oh?" Lu Bu raised his brows, with some surprise on his face: "Where is the person?" Xiao Haili's eyes flickered: "Chief, before I bring the person here, the young general dares to ask the leader what to do?"

Lu Bu was not a stupid person. Looking at his appearance, he knew that he had something to say, so he couldn't help but smile: "Speak directly when you have something to say. How come you are so meandering? It's very unpleasant."

Xiao Haili scratched his head: "I was just wondering, does the leader know the distribution of the various ethnic groups in Liaodong?"

Lu Bu didn't understand for a moment and frowned: "What does it have to do with him?"

"Yes and no."

As he spoke, Lu Bu reached out and gestured towards the seat beside him. The two generals who had not yet taken off their armor walked over and sat down. Xiao Haili continued: "Does the leader know who has the most people in central Liaodong?"

Lu Bu frowned but said nothing. Niu Gao looked at him, turned to Xiao Haili and said, "Not a Khitan?"

"No." He took off his iron helmet and raised his hand to touch his bald head: "They are from Bohai." Looking at the two people thoughtfully, he continued: "The south where we occupy Liaodong is mostly a mixture of various ethnic groups. It's hard to say which one is from the Bohai Sea." There are more people from the He tribe in the city; the north and even the east are the Jurchens' territory, where it is bitterly cold, and there are few foreigners; the central and western sides are mostly Bohai people, and there may be Xi people, Han people and even Khitan people living here. But the numbers are not comparable. If the leader wants to go north and claim central Liaodong for himself, the people of Bohai need to win over them. "

Lu Bu frowned: "You mean... let me spare Gao Yongchang's life?"

"No." Xiao Haili shook his head repeatedly: "After Gao Yongchang founded the country, he lost consecutive battles and had no one to turn to. He couldn't even take down Shenzhou, which was just around the corner. In addition, he didn't fix internal affairs and showed no mercy to the people. Once he was in dire straits, he would probably Even his soldiers will abandon him."

Lu Bu nodded, but his face looked a little ugly.

Xiao Haili didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't think too much about it, so he still spoke: "If the leader doesn't surrender the Bohai governor, and issues another message to calm the people of Bohai, I think... there will probably be much less resistance from the people of Bohai."

Lu Bu knocked on the table lightly with his eyes closed, then opened his eyes after a while: "I understand, let that person in."

Niu Gao stood up, walked over and opened the door: "Please come in, Prefect Henbo."

The guards outside took the prisoners from the cavalry and escorted them into the door. The tied figure staggered and looked back at the closed door. Then he looked at the people inside. Seeing Lu Bu in charge, he raised his eyebrows slightly. , obviously did not expect the thief to be so young.

Lu Bu was also sizing up the middle-aged man, and after a while he said, "Would you like to surrender to someone?"

Henbo's face changed and his voice was stiff: "I am the Grand Administrator of Dayuan, how can I bring down the thieves!"

"Dayuan?"

Lu Bu stood up and walked across the table. Behind him, Xiao Haili quickly stood up and stood with Niu Gao. He stretched out his broad palm and patted Henbo on the shoulder: "The Liao army's 50,000-strong army attacked from two sides. They both broke through the encirclement. The north was heavy. If you can't take the state, how long can Dayuan... last?"

Henbo's face was uncertain. Lu Bu walked past him and looked back at him slightly: "A man who is not an indiscriminate killer. He has restrained himself all the way to attack the city and plunder the territory. Except for the battlefield, everyone has his own master. Too many bad people’s lives, in someone’s eyes, the Han people…”

He paused for a moment, turned around, stretched out his hands and began to loosen his ties: "Khitan people, Bohai people and other ethnic groups are all the same. If you are willing to surrender, you will still be the prefect of Binzhou for a herdsman, and I will guarantee you The tribe’s property, property, and life remain as they were before.”

clatter--

The rope fell to the ground, and Henbo moved his sluggish hands and feet, with a somewhat struggling expression on his face. He heard a voice in his ears: "Gao Yongchang's defeat is a foregone conclusion. If the Liao court returns to take charge of Liaodong, what do you think..."

The figure walked back to the main seat: "What will happen to the Bohai people?"

The standing middle-aged man looked ashen. (End of chapter)