Chapter 342 Who knew the red clothes were originally white, who said the bones of China were sorrowful

A righteous warrior, after desperately pulling a Hu cavalryman off his horse and killing him, shouted with difficulty, "Tonight, what we've done, will anyone remember?" His eyes held a mix of resolve, hope, and complex emotion! Countless righteous warriors and civilians fighting the Hu felt a pang in their hearts, their eyes moistening! Death? No one present feared death! Their only fear was "being forgotten"—the fear that after this night, history would forget them, just as the night wind blew, leaving no trace! "Yes!" Tian Yu's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and roared, "As long as, as long as one person can break through, they will bring our deeds back to the Great Han, and in the loyal shrines of future generations, our names will surely be there!" "Good..." The soldier smiled a bleak smile, said no more, and turned back to rejoin the fray against the enemy. At least, he had not disgraced his family in this life; he was dying in an extremely glorious manner! ... "How touching, but unfortunately... none of you will escape!" Murong Ba grinned menacingly and ordered dismissively, "Kill them all." "Gagaga..." "Jiejiejie..." Countless Hu warriors sneered. If they had been toying with these Han people before, now they were going to get serious. The warhorses charged, and over a thousand Hu cavalry formed a square formation, charging head-on; the mere momentum was enough to suffocate! "The old man goes first!" An elder charged out first, unarmed, but with his hands spread, rushing towards the thousand-plus Hu cavalry. His frail body in the moonlight inspired solemn respect! "General Tian! I go first too!" Countless men followed the elder... They were going to resist thousands of troops with their flesh and blood, doing their best to buy time for the women and children to break out! At this moment, Tian Yu let out a long sigh, and he said with emotion, "Fellow villagers, go slowly, I... I will be there shortly!" ... A shocking scene unfolded! As thousands of villagers charged towards the Hu, many Xianbei were also stunned. They were cavalry! On this plain, they were almost invincible! But these unarmed civilians before them? They were going to charge on their own two legs? Absurd! Ridiculous! For a moment, these Hu, who had committed all sorts of evil and were cold-blooded and ruthless, felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts, and even the horses beneath them faltered, looking hesitant. And then... "Dada da..." "Tapa tapa..." The sound of hooves, approaching from afar, drew all eyes on the battlefield. The man in the lead, clad in purple and red armor, wielding a Fangtian Huaji, his silver mask reflecting a cold gleam. Behind him were over thirty knights clad in black armor... They had grown from a few dozen to an army of over two thousand! They were coming to kill! Their eyes were stern, their killing intent surging... ... "Fang... Fangtian Huaji?" Someone blurted out, their face showing astonishment... "Dada da..." The heavy hoofbeats grew closer, like the ancient, desolate, and sorrowful melody! "Are we not clothed? I shall share your robes with you!" "Our blood will not dry, we will not cease fighting until death!" "Clad in iron armor, with a long saber at our side. We march to war with you, on a long, long road." "The wind rises..." "We will fight to the death!" Song after song of battle, roar after roar, sang in the ears of Tian Yu and Yan Rou. This was the voice deeply buried in the souls of Han men! "Is it you? Have you returned?" An old man who had lived in Yanmen for over fifty years gazed at Lu Bu as if in a daze, crying like a child, and also like a child who had been wronged. "It is him, it must be him... The way he holds the Fangtian Huaji is exactly the same!" Another old man's eyes were filled with tears, his clenched fists trembling incessantly. Having lived on the frontier for fifty years, what grand scenes had they not seen? What heroes had they not met? Yet... at this moment, when the name that lingered in their minds surfaced, they lost their composure. Even more elders behaved even more uncontrollably, some even kneeling on the ground as if making an offering. They believed... this suddenly appearing troop, and its leading general, was the heroic spirit of Lu Bu Lu Fengxian! The one who died at Bai Men Lou; the one who was once the guardian god in the hearts of the people of Yanmen. ... "A mere show, follow me to battle!" Murong Ba ordered... "Aow Aow Aow..." A group of Hu warriors sneered and, following their great general... swaggered forward to attack. It seemed... in their eyes, this troop before them, with its loose formation and varied armor, was a hastily assembled army? What combat power could it possibly have? As for Lu Bu... His eyes were exceptionally pure, the depths of his gaze, like ancient well water without a ripple, seemed to be quenched with millennia of ice, coldly watching the approaching Xianbei knights! "Hmph..." Red Hare neighed to the sky. Lu Bu, being fast, charged into the Hu cavalry formation alone, while the others followed on horseback, struggling to keep up. "Dada da..." The hoofbeats of Red Hare were exceptionally loud, as if each step was like thunder! Just this single-handedly released momentum was like thousands of cavalry charging, which alone made people gasp! "How is that possible!" "This momentum!" "Such familiar momentum..." Murong Ba, who had been smiling, suddenly stiffened, his expression becoming extremely rigid. The Hu were most skilled in horsemanship, so how could they not know how incredible this fellow's horsemanship was? What did cavalry charges rely on? It relied on an unstoppable sense of pressure and overwhelming momentum, which required "unity of man and horse," "as if one entity"! Easier said than done, but how many people in this world could truly achieve it? But... Lu Bu's cooperation with Red Hare astonished Murong Ba. This... was almost impossible? How could someone achieve such a level of "unity of man and horse"? Let alone him, Murong Ba? Even the king of the grasslands, the Xianbei king Kebi Neng, might not be able to achieve this! But... even so? Charging into their formation single-handedly? Wasn't that underestimating their Xianbei knights too much? "Hmph... You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, die!" Murong Ba brandished his wolf-tooth mace... and smashed it towards Lu Bu. "Clang!" The Fangtian Huaji and the wolf-tooth mace clashed fiercely in the air, sending off brilliant sparks. Almost everyone's attention was focused here... on this point where weapons collided! At this very moment... all the onlookers' pupils tightened! Because... it had shattered, the wolf-tooth mace had shattered in mid-air, and the Fangtian Huaji, without further obstruction, cleaved downwards! "No... no..." Murong Ba's eyes widened like copper bells, and before he could even cry out, he, along with his horse... was split in two, his body even flying a considerable distance! Blood stained the battlefield, a vast expanse of crimson. Lu Bu's simple and brutal blow... almost struck terror into everyone! "Kill! Kill! Kill!" "Wind! Wind! Wind!" Tian Yu raised his spear again, his eyes crimson as he roared, as if... to cheer for this ghostly and divine figure with the most ancient... Qin people's cries! "Wind! Wind! Wind!" "Wind! Wind! Wind!" Countless soldiers came back to their senses and desperately shouted, venting the pent-up indignation in their hearts! Madness! The entire process... was simply too wild! The commoners? Who had ever witnessed such a wild scene, where a single blow split both man and horse in two? It was a bit bloody, but not cruel! In the hearts of every commoner, perhaps it could have been a little crueler! "Though you have a thousand riders, you cannot stop one Lu Ying!" Lu Bu roared, his Fangtian Huaji relentlessly harvesting the lives of these Hu. "Who else dares to challenge me!" Because of Murong Ba's death, the entire Hu army's morale plummeted, and their ranks became scattered. Especially when they met Lu Bu's gaze and heard his roar, they all felt a chill to their souls? Who dared to fight? Flee... All the Hu cavalry wished only to flee from this terrifying figure... ... Huff... A hundred meters behind Lu Bu, Yang Xiu stood at a high vantage point. Watching Lu Bu split the enemy general in two with a single halberd strike, he subconsciously scratched his head and murmured, "The tip of the halberd's blood is not yet cold, adding another soul under the horse, hehe... he really did show off!" Yes... wasn't he showing off? Yang Xiu, who had been in a "dog's life" mood, now felt an inexplicable surge of blood in his heart. This was a fervor and heroism that one could never experience growing up in the Central Plains, living in a pampered environment! Of course... not only that. The sight of the border residents charging towards the Hu cavalry with a death wish also deeply shocked Yang Xiu. "Is this the backbone of Han men that my father used to tell me about?" Suddenly, Yang Xiu felt a tremor in the bones of his neck. It was truly touching... It was just... Despite being touched, Yang Xiu's eyes darted around. He was thinking that if Lu Bu continued to fight like this, it would sooner or later be reported to Yuan Shao in Jizhou. This was not beneficial to Master Lu's plan! Every time he thought of this, Yang Xiu's brow furrowed. He pondered that Lu Bu might be high on killing, but someone still had to clean up the mess. Alas... At this moment, Yang Xiu could only think of four words in his heart: "I'm too miserable!" And while Yang Xiu was lost in thought. Nearly a hundred more Hu cavalrymen lost their lives... "Run!" "Quick, run..." "Save me, ah..." The remaining Hu cavalrymen dared not resist any longer. They had already been scared out of their wits, crying and screaming to escape this bloody slaughterhouse! Their most valiant Xianbei general was split in two along with his horse with a single move! Who would believe this if it were told? But it had happened, right before their eyes! Now, when the red-robed general wielding the Fangtian Huaji swung again, they felt a tremor from the depths of their souls! It was as if... throughout the long river of history, there was always something called the "backbone of the Han" that kept the Hu with improper intentions out! It deeply branded the "fear" of the Han people into their bloodline, passed down from generation to generation! ... "Brothers, can you still lift your swords?" Infected by Lu Bu, Tian Yu shouted loudly... "Fight..." Everyone roared in unison, their morale soaring. Even the women who were about to break through quickly dismounted... to give the white horses back to the soldiers? Because... they could see that the positions of hunter and prey had been reversed, and the situation had changed! "Follow me! Charge! Reinforce the General!" Tian Yu roared, mounted a white horse again, and galloped madly through the forest! Trying to catch up with the footsteps of the red-robed, red-horse general! A fierce battle... had just begun! "Mere barbarians, easily annihilated." Lu Bu's shouts continued to echo, further boosting the morale of the pursuing soldiers. Even the women holding children and the exhausted elders wished they could clench their fists and charge into the battlefield again, fighting to the bitter end! Like tigers entering a flock of sheep! The offensive and defensive positions had reversed! The Fangtian Huaji was swung frequently, the steel halberds of the Dragon Cavalry and the ancient spears of the White Horse Volunteers continued to cry out, and the lives of the Hu... were continuously and ruthlessly harvested! At this moment... It was as if the fallen three thousand White Horse warriors, and those heroes of the past who had expelled the Xiongnu and restored the glory of the Western Regions, Wei Qing, the Marquis of Champion, Huo Qubing, General Fei Li Guang... they had been resurrected, returned again, for the tribes plundered over the years— seeking justice! Debts of blood must be repaid with blood! The night suddenly became brilliant, and the Han battle songs murmured, lingering in everyone's ears... This great battle had also reached its conclusion! "Father, Mother, if you know in heaven, you must have seen this!" Finally... someone couldn't help but kneel on the ground, weeping silently, sobbing in a low voice. Others sighed, "My child, rest in peace... your revenge has been avenged by that general!" Still others, elderly women, bit their lips and murmured, "Old man, child... rest assured... I will raise the grandchildren as long as I'm alive!" ... More and more people were moved by the atmosphere. They either shed tears, looked up at the sky, or said something from time to time. Was it a farewell? Or... a few last words to the loved ones who had just departed. People say "sad parting," and the reason for adding "sad" to parting is that the sadness of parting itself is far less than the bit by bit recollection that comes to mind inadvertently in the rest of one's life! A massacre, from deep night to dawn... It could be clearly seen that after the death of the Xianbei general, countless Hu fled towards the outer regions, as if that was their paradise, while Yanmen Pass was their hell! It's over... Everything is over! After killing the last barbarian before him, Lu Bu ceased his actions. He simply sat on Red Hare, standing at the breaking dawn, enjoying the moment from darkness to light, and enjoying this moment of peace. A gentle breeze blew... The night wind blew softly... It seemed that at this moment, Lu Bu heard many different sounds, the chirping of insects, the croaking of frogs, and the calls of birds! It was as if a Yanmen Pass without Hu was so beautiful! "Swish swish..." At this moment, there was a faint rustling sound from behind him. When Lu Bu turned his head, he saw hundreds of people stopping about fifty paces behind him, bowing their heads. Behind them was a dense crowd, men, women, old, and young... They joined one after another, kneeling on the ground! Lu Ying, was it? It seemed... from Lu Bu's shouts just now, the common people knew his name was Lu Ying! Some elders were amazed that in the world, besides Lu Fengxian of Jiuyuan, there was actually another man who could wield the Fangtian Huaji to such an extent! And he also bore the surname Lu, and it was clearly felt that he was more mature than Lu Bu! Lu Ying, was it? A good name! A name worthy of being remembered by the border people! "The people of Yanmen thank General Lu for saving our lives!" An elder started, and then... countless people knelt together, kowtowing and shouting, "Thank General Lu for saving our lives!" Huff... The kneeling of these hundreds of villagers caused Lu Bu's heart to tremble, but... he did not want to respond too much, only nodding slightly as a reply! After several days of continuous fighting, his eyes were somewhat weary, and his robes were almost covered in blood! Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts felt a pang. "General Lu, take care of yourself!" Seven words, yet they carried the infinite concern of the villagers for Lu Bu. They also made Lu Bu's eyes slightly moist. How could this feeling be compared to the "drunken luxury" of Luoyang city? This feeling... undoubtedly touched the soul more, directly striking the depths of the soul! "General Lu, the elders and people of Yanmen implore... implore General Lu to be the Prefect of Yanmen!" "This..." The publicly recommended, popularly elected Prefect of Yanmen? This title... still made Lu Bu tremble all over. This was the first time he had been publicly recommended by the people! A recommendation supported by the will of the people! "For the sake of the elders and people... please, General Lu, take on the position of Prefect of Yanmen!" "Besides you, no one... no one cares about the lives and deaths of us elders and people!" "Please, General Lu, pity us poor border dwellers!" Huff... General Lu? General? Hearing this, Lu Bu took out a piece of fine silk from his怀. Very few people knew that this was secretly given to him by Lu Yu as he rushed to Yanmen! There was only one sentence on it... Lu Bu couldn't understand it before. "Who knew the red-robed was originally white, who knew the bones of China were mournful! Who would have thought, General..." Heh heh! He was not a general! At this moment, Lu Bu seemed to have realized, seemed to understand the meaning of the words on the silk scroll. "Lu Yu, oh Lu Yu, you really like to be mysterious!" Heh heh... Lu Bu smiled faintly. He was just a shadow! A shadow trying to find back everything he had lost! The word "General" carried too much for him. He raised his head and looked towards the breaking dawn. Regardless of anything, the sky of Youzhou had dawned. Of course... Lu Yu's entrustment, he Lu Bu had thoughts of completing it in another way... "The borderlands need a new guardian god!" A guardian god? Why must it be a prefect? "Who knew the red-robed was originally white, who knew the bones of China were mournful!" ... ... The quiet night gradually turned into the daylight. The lingering light of dawn rose, and faintly visible... a young general in white robes and silver armor arrived at the Yanmen border. Huff! A long sigh. His eyes narrowed, looking towards Yanmen Pass? "Is it over?" "No, it shouldn't be... just a few days ago the barbarians went south to raid, why is it so peaceful now?" Indeed... as far as the gaze of this young general in white robes and silver armor could reach, there were no raids, no battles, no bloody decay, only peace! "Could it be? The intelligence was wrong?" This young general in white robes and silver armor was none other than Zhao Zilong of Changshan. In the past, Liu Bei had borrowed him from Gongsun Zan and went to Xuzhou together. However... before fighting Lu Bu, Zhao Yun had resigned from Liu Bei due to the death of his elder brother and rushed to Changshan! He was currently observing mourning in Changshan when he received a letter from his master Tong Yuan, stating that there was trouble in Yanmen and the barbarians were heading south. Zhao Yun had always been righteous and had known the suffering of the border people since childhood! He had even led the White Horse Volunteers before! It was for this reason that Zhao Yun abandoned his mourning and rushed to Yanmen overnight to provide aid. He wanted to save as many civilians as possible! However... upon arriving here, it was too peaceful. The Dragon-膽 Bright Silver Spear was sheathed... Zhao Yun dismounted and walked to a border wine shop. With endless doubts, he first softly uttered... "Waiter, bring wine!" ... ...