Jingzhou Xiangyang.

The towering city wall is quiet and solemn in the precipitation of time. The war that has just passed has covered it with mottled scars, like the carving knife of time, bathed in the slanting orange red of the west, and several riders and a carriage slowly left the city gate, looking into the distance, and looking anxiously towards the north.

Not long after, at the end of the straight official road, the black knight was walking through the red red with his long soldiers and rushed towards this side. Before the war horse could stop, he jumped off the horse's back, making Liu Bei on the opposite side almost reach out to pick him up. The black man there inserted his snake spear to the ground, strode, spreading his beard, and laughed, "Brother!"

"Third brother!" Liu Bei walked up quickly, Guan Yu next to him followed, holding Zhang Fei's arm, "Just come back, you'll be fine."

Liu Bei never had many expressions on his face, and he rarely smiled at this moment, "Since the third brother is back, my brothers and three will be together tonight."

"Brother, it's not too late for the third brother to come back and get together another day. You have to reunite Yide and his wife and children first."

"Haha, my second brother understands." Zhang Fei said, raising his hand to point behind. "The troops sent by Liu Jingzhou were behind, and they will be asked to return to the camp later. However, the generals of the army, Huang Zhong and Wei Yan, are rare generals, good guys! Following Sun Ce and Zhou Yu, they almost entered the capital of the Qin people!"

"You really can't be neglected with such a great talent. The third brother will gather with your younger brothers and sisters over there and have a nephew. Let's go and take a look for your brother and second brother." Liu Bei sighed with a long sigh, "Now my brother is no longer here. In this Jingzhou area, we can't let the soldiers returning from the Western Expedition feel disappointed."

"Then brother, just go, but they are all people who come out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. It's useless to say good things and bad things, be careful."

Speaking of this, Liu Bei and Guan Yu had already rode two feet away. Zhang Fei shook his head and then walked towards the carriage over there. The curtain shaking. A woman led a nine-year-old child out, stood in the carriage and watched the knight slowly approaching, and gave a gentle greeting, "I celebrate my husband's triumph."

"Are you a father?" The child was much stronger than the children of the same age. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was rashly thrusting his waist and staring at Zhang Fei, "If not, I would have hit you."

"Haha, you're happy, you're so kind!" Zhang Fei carried the child over and rubbed his big hand on his head a few times. He was so scared that he beat his arm with his fist and screamed.

Xiahou Juan got out of the car and chased him, glared at his husband, and took the child back, "I just knew that I would bully us mother and son... Why didn't my husband go over there with my eldest brother and second brother to take a look?"

"I care about them, I'll take care of my wife and children first." Zhang Fei threw the snake spear into the carriage, asked the coachman to go back by himself, turned around and hugged the woman's waist, and exclaimed. Xiahou Juan rose up with his son in his arms, sat steadily in her husband's arms, and beat him with anger. Zhang Fei grabbed the horse's belly and laughed, "Go back and have a few more children for Lao Zhang, whatever you want, you can sit down!"

He shouted "Go!" and rode his horse towards the city gate.

...

The dim stone chamber, the twisted and depressed crying continued for a while. Gao Sheng wiped his eyes and tried hard not to cry. The three of them were from horse thieves. At first, there were only three of them. They fought for so many years, from one or two hundred people, and now, the leader has 180,000 troops around him. There is nothing invincible in this world, but there are only one brother who came together.

"...I know I must be laughed at as a decent governor of the North, with more than 100,000 troops in charge, and actually cried like this." Gongsun Zhi slowly got up from the ground, put his iron helmet under his armpit, and smiled, "... From now on, I have no chance to cry."

Turn around and walk out of the cave.

Walking out of the White Wolf Field, the setting sun shone, he looked at the broken red face and put on the white tassel helmet.

…

Xiangyang, after countless battles, only 4,000 Jingzhou soldiers were left watching the two people talking to their generals vigilantly. They had no affection for each other's gentle words. Wei Yan knocked on the iron armor on the chest, "Liu Jingzhou is gone, we will return to the camp, fight whenever there is a battle, train troops without war, and General Left does not need comfort."

"What about... what about the veteran General Huang Zhong?"

In Changsha, the white-haired general led a thin horse from the hawking of the vendors. Among the bustling pedestrians, he passed through the prosperous market. He stopped in a small courtyard and opened the door. The fallen leaves in the yard were paved with a thick layer. He opened the door of the hall and the dust fell on his shoulders. The room was formed with spider webs. The altar opposite was placed with incense tables. There was an extra side next to his son's spiritual position.

Huang Zhong's white beard shook slightly, took his wife's spiritual position over, blew the dust on it, his eyes were turbid, and tears fell on the name of the spirit card.

“…Zhong…is late to come back.”

The old man walked to the courtyard, holding his old wife and son's spiritual position, sitting alone in the ground withered yellow, and the fallen leaves were still floating down...

The flowing river water towards the east reflected the red light of the sunset. Zhou Yu said goodbye to his brother, returned to Baqiu's home to meet with his wife and children, and then went to Jianye to meet with his brother. When crossing the river, someone secretly sent him a letter. After reading the beautiful handwriting on it, his eyes opened angrily and shouted, "Bo Fu is in danger, go!"

He led more than a hundred cavalry to run east along the river bank.

In the distance, the sound of fighting resounded across the shore. The cavalry tore open the crowd of people surrounding and killed. Sun Ce shot his body away with a shot, roaring, "Do you want to kill me?" He turned around, pulled his sword and slashed the big sword that was slashing from the side. The strong man named Zhou Tai couldn't help but step back a few steps, shook his palm with a numb mouth. "This person pretended to be the lord brother, don't be deceived by him, kill him."

The ambush rushed up again...

...

Gongsun Zhi turned over and shouted, "Go back to Shanggu County!" The war horse slowly flipped up its speed, ran for a while, and then stopped. The white wolf was becoming small. On the cliff of the hilly, the charred dead wood waved at him like a figure.

"…Returning to the army, I am the wolf king again, the sour scholar."

The White Wolf Yuan was speeding behind him, gradually moving away, and the team returned to the marching three armies. At the end of November, the leaves all over the mountain flew out, covering people's vision. The fast horses that advanced had conveyed the news that the three armies were about to arrive along the way. Soon, they entered Shanggu County, the Northland political and military center.

On the fifth day of December, light snow flew.

This city with a huge population and expanded several times fell into a crazy bustle. The streets and alleys were cleaned up. The children were locked in their rooms by the adults at home and refused to let them run around. On both sides of the street, under the attics and eaves, the people were not crowded here because of the cold weather. They looked up and posted a notice from the government office that on this day, the wolf king who returned from the war would come in through the city gate.

The snowflakes plunged on the window frame, and in the warm room, Yan sat in the room, pinching the soles of his shoes, looking at the snowflakes falling outside in a daze. Sometimes when he saw Lu Zhen running outside and coming back disappointed, he didn't feel much complaining, but... she sighed, "Seven years, my husband is back, and I am not good-looking."

Suddenly, a whisper of "Dad!" came from outside the house.

The woman shook her fingers, and the sole of her shoes fell to the ground, but she quickly walked out of the house with her skirt. She opened the door of the hall, and the snowflakes were dancing. At the entrance of the yard, she stood there in a familiar figure, wearing the cloak she tied with her hands before going to war, but her hair was white.

"Husband...your hair..." Yan called out in a low voice, tears slid across his wrinkled face and fell to the ground. She wiped her eyes with her back. The still tall man walked in front of him through the wind and snow, and took down his eye-wiping hands. His majestic eyes looked at her with gentle expression, "Madam, remove your armor for your husband."

With a soft voice, Lu Bu hugged her in his arms, tears fell from his eyes, dripping onto the black hair mixed with white hair, and his arms were tighter.

"The rest of the time will be spent with you..."
Chapter completed!