The Three Kingdoms: Zhaolie, the strategist, and the rise of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 430 Seeing the dragon remove its armor, the general becomes immortal

In Jiangling City, Huang Zhong sat upright in his command tent.

Although he is over seventy years old, his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle's.

The generals under the tent stood solemnly, except for Zhu Huan, a veteran general who was speaking eloquently.

Zhu Huan came from the prominent Zhu clan of Jiangnan and was also a surrendered general of the Wu Kingdom.

"Cao Xiu, though a member of the Wei imperial family, was not a wise or brave general."

Zhu Huan pointed to the map, his voice booming like a bell.

"Now, having listened to Zhou Fang's enticing words, he has led a large army deep into enemy territory."

"If the marshal attacks them with his elite troops, they will surely be defeated."

Huang Zhong stroked his beard and pondered:

Even if we defeat them, they will surely find a way to escape.

Where should we set up the ambush?

Zhu Huan traced two treacherous mountain paths with his fingertips:

"After Cao Xiu's defeat, he will surely take two routes."

"The left side is the clamp stone, and the right side is the hanging cart."

"Both of these routes are remote mountain paths, and are extremely dangerous."

"This humble general is willing to lead an army with Quan Cong and lie in ambush in the dangerous mountains."

"First, block their path with firewood and large stones, then Cao Xiu can be captured!"

Upon hearing this, all the generals in the tent showed signs of excitement.

Quan Cong immediately stepped forward:

"This humble general is willing to go with General Zhu!"

Zhu Huan then said:

"If Cao Xiu is captured, the Wei army will be terrified."

“Our army can advance straight ahead and take Chengdu, then we can get a glimpse of the two Sichuan regions, east and west.”

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; we urge the Marshal to make a swift decision!"

Huang Zhong slammed his fist on the table, his voice shaking the roof tiles:
"Excellent! Let's proceed with this plan!"

Immediately, troops were mobilized, with "Zhu Huan and Quan Cong each leading three thousand elite soldiers."

"Set off immediately, and lie in ambush at Jiashi and in a trailer."

"The rest of the generals will follow me to confront Cao Xiu!"

At this time, Cao Xiu's army had arrived at Yong'an, and Zhou Fang personally led his troops to welcome them.

Upon entering the tent, Zhou Fang immediately performed a grand salute:
"The people of Jingzhou and Xiangyang have been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the royal army in person by the general!"

Cao Xiu helped Zhou Fang up, but his gaze was scrutinizing:

I recently received your seven points, which I find very reasonable.

Therefore, he informed the King of Wei and ordered a large army to advance in three routes.

"However, some say that you are cunning, but I fear that this is untrue..."

The voice has not fallen,

Zhou Fang suddenly burst into tears and drew his attendant's sword, intending to commit suicide.

Cao Xiu was greatly alarmed and hurriedly stopped him:

Why do you act this way?

Zhou Fang stood with his sword drawn, his eyes blazing with fury.
"I have seven points to make, and I regret that I cannot express them from the bottom of my heart."

"The general's suspicion must be due to a treacherous person using a double agent!"

"If I listen to his words, I will surely die."

"My loyalty is as clear as day!"

After saying this, he attempted suicide.

Cao Xiu hurriedly hugged him:

"I was just joking, why did you take it seriously!"

Zhou Fang then threw his sword to the ground, took his dagger, cut off a lock of hair, and threw it in front of Cao Xiu:

“I treated you with utmost loyalty, but you treated me like a joke.”

"I cut the hair left by my parents to express this sentiment!"

Seeing this, Cao Xiu's doubts vanished, and he immediately hosted a banquet in his honor.

During the banquet, Zhou Fang detailed the strategy for advancing the army, and Cao Xiu repeatedly praised it.

Just as Zhou Fang left after the banquet, news came that General Jianwei, Jia Kui, was requesting an audience.

Cao Xiu ordered him into the tent, and before Jia Kui could speak, he asked:
What brings you here?

Jia Kui cupped his hands and said:

"I predict that the troops from Jingzhou and Xiangyang will be stationed entirely in Yidu."

"The commander-in-chief should not advance rashly. I will divide my forces and attack from both sides, and then the enemy can be defeated."

Cao Xiu's face darkened:
"Do you intend to steal my credit?"

"It is also said that Zhou Fang cut off his hair as a pledge, but this is a deception."

Ignoring Cao Xiu's anger, Jia Kui continued to offer his advice.

"In the past, Yao Li cut off his arm to assassinate Qing Ji."

"Such self-inflicted suffering schemes should not be trusted."

Cao Xiu flew into a rage, slammed his fist on the table, and stood up:

"I am about to advance my troops, why do you speak such words that undermine the morale of the army!"

He immediately ordered his men, "Take him out and execute him!"

The generals pleaded for mercy:

"To kill the general before advancing the troops is disadvantageous to the army."

"I beg the Governor to temporarily pardon his crime."

Cao Xiu was still furious, but he still complied with the generals' request and only stripped Jia Kui of his military power, ordering him to remain and guard the main camp.

Upon hearing the news that Jia Kui had been stripped of his military power, Zhou Fang paused slightly in his teacup, a barely concealed look of joy flashing in his eyes.

Once only his trusted confidants remained in the tent, he stroked the table and whispered:

"If Cao Xiu heeds Jia Kui's words, then our grand plan in Jingzhou will fail!"

"Jia Kui's dismissal is truly a blessing from heaven!"

He immediately summoned his trusted generals and secretly ordered them:

"Quickly go to Jiangling to inform General Huang, saying, 'The fish has taken the bait; you can now reel in the net.'"

After the messenger left, Zhou Fang gazed at the deepening twilight outside the tent and murmured:
"If this plan succeeds, Sichuan can be pacified."

Upon receiving the report in Jiangling City, Huang Zhong immediately convened his generals in his tent.

The septuagenarian general stroked his long, white beard, his gaze sweeping across the generals in the tent with lightning speed.

"The pavilion ahead, though on a mountain path, is situated in a wide-open area, suitable for setting up battle formations."

Huang Zhong points to the map:

"Huo Jun, listen to my command! You are hereby appointed as the vanguard."

"Lead five thousand elite troops to occupy the key road of Changting and set up a fish-scale formation to await the Wei army."

Huo Jun stepped forward without hesitation:

"Your subordinate obeys! I will certainly not fail the Marshal's trust!"

Huang Zhong then summoned his deputy general:
“You lead three thousand archers and lie in ambush in the mountains and forests on both sides of the pavilion.”

"Once half of the Wei army has passed, fire arrows to intercept them."

He then looked around at his generals and said, "This battle is crucial to our success in entering Sichuan. You must all fight bravely and be at the forefront!"

The generals responded in unison, their voices shaking the roof tiles.

At this time, Cao Xiu's army had reached the vicinity of Changting. Zhou Fang, on horseback, pointed ahead:

"General, the pavilion is just ahead."

"The terrain here is open and suitable for stationing troops."

Cao Xiu surveyed the terrain and saw that the place was surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only a main road running through the middle. He nodded in approval.

"...This place is indeed a strategic point."

"Order the three armies to set up camp here."

The next day at dawn, a scout galloped in to report:
"Qi troops have been spotted ahead and have occupied the key mountain pass!"

Cao Xiu was greatly alarmed:

"Zhou Fang said yesterday that there were no soldiers here, so why have Qi troops suddenly appeared?"

He urgently ordered his personal guards, "Summon Zhou Fang to see me immediately!"

A moment later, the guards reported back:
"Zhou Fang and his dozens of followers disappeared last night!"

Cao Xiu stamped his foot and sighed deeply:

"I have fallen into the enemy's trap!"

However, he quickly regained his composure and sneered:
"Even so, with my large army at my command, what do I have to fear from a mere ambush!"

"Zhang Pu, listen to my command! You are hereby appointed as the vanguard, leading five thousand troops to scout out the enemy's strength!"

Zhang Pu led his troops to the mountain pass and saw that the Han army was well-organized. Huo Jun stood at the front of the formation with his sword drawn, and Zhang Pu immediately rode out to challenge him.

"How dare this treacherous general obstruct my royal army! Surrender now and you may escape death!"

Huo Jun laughed loudly:

"A defeated general dares to claim bravery?"

Having said that, he spurred his horse to meet the challenge.

After only ten exchanges, Zhang Pu already felt his strength waning.

Huo Jun's swordsmanship was fierce, each strike accompanied by the sound of air being cut.

Zhang Pu barely managed to hold out for twenty rounds before finally being defeated and leading his troops back to the main camp.

"Huo Junyong is unstoppable, this humble general... this humble general was unable to win."

Zhang Pu was filled with shame.

Cao Xiu pondered for a moment, then suddenly came up with a plan:
"Since we cannot win by force, we should try to outsmart them."

He then summoned Generals Zhang Pu and Xue Qiao.

"You two will each lead ten thousand elite troops and secretly ambush them on the north and south sides of the pavilion tonight."

"Tomorrow I will lead a thousand soldiers to challenge the enemy, feigning defeat to lure them into battle."

"When the Qi army pursues us to the northern mountain, we will use the sound of cannon fire as a signal."

"A three-pronged attack will surely lead to complete victory!"

Meanwhile, Huang Zhong had personally led his army to Changting.

Huo Jun reported the day's battle situation in detail.

"Although Zhang Pu was defeated, Cao Xiu will certainly not be willing to accept it."

Huang Zhong stroked his beard in deep thought, “Judging from the terrain, this place is most suitable for setting up an ambush.”

"If Cao Xiu uses a feigned defeat, he will fall right into our trap."

He immediately summoned the generals and redeployed them:
"If Huo Jun sees the Wei army feigning defeat tomorrow, he can pretend to pursue them."

"Once the enemy's ambush troops are all out, I will have a plan to defeat them."

He also secretly ordered the archers to prepare rockets, sulfur, and other materials, and to ambush them from high places.

The next day at dawn, Cao Xiu indeed led more than a thousand men to challenge him.

The two armies faced each other, and Cao Xiu rode out and shouted:
"Old man Huang Zhong, do you dare to fight me!"

Huang Zhong sneered and remained silent, signaling Huo Jun to go into battle.

After only a few exchanges, Cao Xiu feigned defeat and turned his horse to flee.

Following orders, Huo Jun led his troops in pursuit.

Upon reaching the foot of the northern mountain, they suddenly heard three horn sounds, and the ambushing troops on both the north and south sides emerged, completely surrounding the Han army.

Cao Xiu watched the battle from the mountain, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Suddenly, fires broke out on the surrounding hilltops, and countless rockets shot into the Wei army's formation like meteors.

It turned out that Huang Zhong had anticipated Cao Xiu's plan and turned the tables on him, setting up a counter-encirclement.

"We've fallen into their trap!"

Cao Xiu was greatly alarmed and hastily ordered a retreat.

But it was too late.

Huang Zhong personally led his elite troops out from the rear and charged straight at Cao Xiu's main camp.

Although the old general was over sixty years old, he was still able to draw a three-stone bow and shoot down more than ten Wei generals in succession.

The Wei army was surrounded, and morale plummeted.

Generals Zhang Pu and Xue Qiao fought desperately to protect Cao Xiu as he broke through the encirclement, sustaining multiple arrow wounds that stained their battle robes with blood.

In this battle, the Wei army suffered over 10,000 casualties, and lost all its chariots, weapons, and equipment.

Cao Xiu fled north in disarray under the protection of his remaining troops, gathering his defeated forces along the way before retreating to Yong'an.

On the battlefield, Huang Zhong gazed at the devastated landscape and sighed to Huo Jun:
"Soldiers who, deception also."

"Yet, whenever I see people suffering, I cannot bear it."

Huo Junnai laughed:
"The old general has fought on the battlefield for decades, yet he still cannot bear it?"

Huang Zhong sighed deeply:

"Perhaps it's because I'm getting old and can't bear to see these things."

The old general sheathed his blood-stained sword and said in a deep voice:

"Order the three armies to give a proper burial to the fallen soldiers, regardless of whether they are friend or foe."

Huang Zhong stood on the high ground of the Changting battlefield, looking down at the soldiers who were counting their spoils of war below.

The spring breeze carried the scent of scorched earth, mixed with the joy of victory.

"Reporting to the general, we captured more than 300 chariots in this battle."

"More than 5,000 cattle, horses, donkeys and mules, and countless military equipment and provisions."

The quartermaster held the bamboo slips, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Zhu Huan, with his hand on his sword, laughed:

"Cao Xiu's defeat has wiped out nearly ten years' worth of savings in Yong'an, hasn't it?!"

Huang Zhong, however, looked solemn:
"Quickly send a message to Prime Minister Zhuge, telling him that Jingzhou and Xiangyang have been pacified, and requesting that the attack on Hanzhong be accelerated."

"The pincer movement from the north and south has been established; this is a golden opportunity."

That night, a messenger on an urgent mission sped northward.

Watching the messenger's departing figure, Huang Zhong addressed his generals:

"The global situation may change because of this battle."

Chengdu, in the palace of the King of Wei.

When Cao Rui received the battle report, he was discussing border defense with his ministers.

"What? Cao Xiu's southeastern army was defeated at Changting?"

Cao Rui suddenly stood up, and the bamboo slips fell to the ground with a "thud".

Huang Quan picked up the battle report, and after reading it carefully, his expression changed drastically:

“Your Majesty, since Zhou Fang’s surrender was a ruse, it shows that the people of Qi have long harbored the intention to attack us.”

"The movements of the Qi army in Guanzhong were suspicious, and they were probably not targeting the Xianbei people."

"Perhaps this is a scheme by the people of Qi to use a pretext to destroy the state of Guo."

"Keep talking!"

Cao Rui said sternly.

"I suspect that the so-called campaign against the Xianbei is all a lie."

"Zhuge Liang's true intention was to coordinate with the Jing and Xiang armies from the east and west to jointly attack our Great Wei!"

An uproar immediately erupted in the hall.

The Chamberlain stepped forward and reported:

"If that's the case, the Jingxiang army will definitely attack Badong next."

"At that time, the Qi army from Guanzhong will once again march out of Qishan, and our army will be attacked from both sides."

Cao Rui surveyed his ministers:

"What good strategies do you gentlemen have?"

Someone suggested:

"General Cao Xiu should be urgently recalled to defend Chengdu..."

"No!"

Huang Quan immediately objected, saying, "Although General Cao Xiu has been defeated, he still needs to guard the southeast and prevent Huang Zhong from taking advantage of the victory to pursue him."

"If they are transferred away from the Jingxiang front, the entire southeastern defense line may collapse."

The ministers debated the matter extensively, but no consensus was reached.

At this moment, Qiao Zhou, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke:
"Your Majesty, the only urgent order is to order Deng Ai, who is currently in transit, to return to Hanzhong to provide reinforcements."

Cao Rui frowned:

"Deng Ai is currently cultivating land in Tazhong, and his troops number no more than 30,000."

How to withstand Zhuge Liang's nearly 200,000-strong army?

Huang Quan interjected:
"Although Deng Shizai was young, he was well-versed in military strategy and made good use of the terrain."

"Hanzhong has a strategic location; if it is defended properly..."

"This is enough to delay the Qi army's offensive. The Shu Road is treacherous, and it is not easy to transport grain."

"Once the Qi army runs out of food and supplies, they will retreat without a fight."

Cao Rui pondered for a moment, then finally nodded:

"A decree is drafted, ordering Deng Ai to lead his troops to reinforce Hanzhong immediately and to defend Yangping Pass at all costs!"

……

Let me talk about two things.

Meanwhile, Zhuge Liang's southern expeditionary army, relying on a group of loyal and devoted men who carved roads through the mountains, successfully traversed the treacherous Ziwu Valley.

This ancient road winds through the Qinling Mountains, with sheer cliffs on both sides.

The valley floor is swiftly flowing, a dangerous place for military strategists, yet the Prime Minister insists on implementing this extraordinary strategy.

All of this was done to deceive the enemy and avoid a deadly confrontation with the Wei army in the mountain pass.

Because attacking Wei is actually much more difficult than attacking Wu.

The Wu Kingdom's greatest advantage was the natural barrier of the Yangtze River, while the Han army, under Li Yi's command, had a consistently strong navy.

Moreover, once they crossed the Yangtze River, the Han army's powerful cavalry could sweep across the Wu region with ease.

However, the Sichuan region is different; apart from the Chengdu Plain, most of the terrain consists of towering mountains and steep ridges.

Cavalry was not very effective.

Furthermore, due to the treacherous terrain, transporting supplies was also a huge problem.

When the army was halfway there, Zhuge Liang sat on a four-wheeled cart and looked out at the misty mountains ahead.

Military advisor Yang Yi spurred his horse forward and whispered:

"Prime Minister, the Ziwu Valley is treacherous, and the Wei army would hardly have expected our army to advance from here."

"However, the soldiers have been marching for days and are already showing signs of fatigue."

Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, his gaze deep and profound:

"...Lord Wei need not worry."

"The governor of Hanzhong, Lü Yi, was a cautious man and would surely deploy a large number of troops along the Qishan line."

"Our army took Hanzhong by surprise."

"Then Chengdu will be shaken, and the two Sichuan provinces can be conquered."

He paused briefly, then continued:

"The choice of a vanguard should be made with caution."

"This battle is of great importance, and only those who are both wise and brave can shoulder this heavy responsibility."

Yang Yi said:
"General Wei Yan has repeatedly volunteered for battle, saying that he is willing to lead 5,000 elite troops as the vanguard."

Zhuge Liang shook his head slightly:
"...Wen Chang is brave and fierce, but he is also impatient."

"This surprise attack requires a steady and cautious approach to victory."

He glanced at the generals behind him and said, “My mind is made up. I appoint General Zhao Yun as the vanguard.”

When these words were spoken, all the generals were shocked.

Although Zhao Yun was renowned, he was over seventy years old.

Wei Yan immediately advised:

"...Prime Minister, General Zilong is getting old. Why not send a younger general as the vanguard?"

Zhuge Liang lightly raised his feather fan, silencing the crowd's discussion:

"I have my reasons."

that night,

Upon receiving the military order, Zhao Yun immediately went to the central command tent.

The old general's silver beard flowed freely, his armor gleamed, and his steps remained vigorous.

Zhuge Liang held Zhao Yun's hand and said:

“…Zilong, this mission is no ordinary one.”

"You will lead three thousand elite troops out of Xiegu and take Hanzhong directly."

"If Lü Yi knew it was you who came, he would be afraid. This is the best strategy to win his heart."

Zhao Yun said with a sigh:
"Although Yun is old, he can still draw a bow with a weight of three stones and wield a silver spear weighing forty catties."

"The Prime Minister has entrusted me with this weighty responsibility; how could I not be willing to die for him!"

A complex look flashed in Zhuge Liang's eyes, and he said in a low voice:
"General, please remember, never advance rashly when encountering the enemy."

"I have appointed Deng Zhi as my deputy general, and I will consult with him on all matters."

Zhao Yun accepted the order and went out.

the next morning,

He mustered his troops and rode alongside Deng Zhi, heading straight for Xiegu Valley.

Inside the Hanzhong prefectural government office, Lü Yi held a military report, his face grave. Suddenly, a scout rushed in with news:

"Zhuge Liang's army has already marched out of the Ziwu Valley and is heading straight for Hanzhong!"

"The vanguard has entered Xiegu Valley, and their banner bears the character 'Zhao'!"

Lu Yi nearly dropped the teacup in his hand, but forced himself to remain calm:
"Could it be Zhao Yun?"

"It is indeed Zhao Zilong of Changshan!"

An uproar erupted in the hall.

Lu Yi looked around at the generals and saw that many of them looked fearful, which made him even more uneasy.

Suddenly a general strode out from the ranks, his voice booming like a bell:

"Why is the Prefect afraid of the enemy? Zhuge Liang has come from afar."

"Our army is well-rested and ready to strike, which will be a perfect opportunity to tarnish their reputation that has lasted for twenty years!"

Lu Yi looked at him and saw that he was Han De, a general from Xiliang.

He wields a massive axe with unparalleled bravery, capable of taking on ten thousand men.

Lü Yi sighed:

"General, you may not know this, but Zhao Zilong's fame resounds throughout the world."

"Though I am old now, my tiger-like might still remain."

Han De laughed heartily:

"What strength or courage can a seventy-year-old soldier possess?"

"This humble general is willing to sign a military pledge to capture Zhao Yun alive and present him to you!"

Lü Yi remained silent in thought.

Han De then said:

"If Your Excellency does not believe me, I am willing to demonstrate my martial arts!"

The next day at the drill ground

Han De, fully armored, mounted his horse and galloped away.

He wielded the great axe in his hand like the wind, chopping, hacking, slashing, and hooking, displaying extraordinary bravery.

After the rehearsal was completed, four more players took the stage in turn:
The eldest son, Han Ying, was skilled with a steel spear.

He galloped at full speed and stabbed three wooden targets, hitting the bullseye every time.

The second son, Han Yao, drew a strong bow and a powerful crossbow.

He fired seven arrows from a hundred paces away, each one piercing through the armor.

The third son, Han Qiong,

The twin swords were as white as snow, and water could not get in when they were wielded.

Four sons of Han class,

Wielding a halberd, he possessed the strength to lift a tripod and shatter a boulder with a single blow.

Lü Yi was overjoyed upon seeing it and praised it highly:

"The Han family father and son are both warriors capable of defeating ten thousand men!"

He then bestowed upon the Han family a hundred catties of beef and ten jars of fine wine as a reward to the father and son.

Han De and his four sons ate and drank to their hearts' content, and then led three thousand troops.

They took the path to the sloping road and engaged the Han army.

They set up camp that night.

Han De and his four sons sat around the tent, a whole lamb roasting over a fire, the aroma of wine and meat filling the air.

Han Ying said:
"Father, in tomorrow's battle, let me fight Zhao Yun first, and I will surely take his head!"

Han Yao said urgently:

"Brother has already made many contributions; this time, it's time to pass the torch to your younger brother!"

Han Qiong and Han Ban also volunteered to join the fight.

Han De laughed loudly, tore off a piece of mutton, and stuffed it into his mouth:
“You brats all want to use Zhao Yun’s name to show off your power.”

"Little did they know that the old soldier was nothing to speak of!"

"Zhuge Liang sent a seventy-year-old man as the vanguard. Could he be senile?"

Han Ying raised her bowl and said:
"Father is absolutely right! If Zhao Yun dies, the morale of the Qi army will surely be crushed."

People say Zhuge Liang was cautious, but looking at him today, he was nothing special!

Han De drank a bowl of wine, stroked his beard, and said:
"Tomorrow, my son and I will set out together and capture Zhao Yun alive, so that the world will know the might of the Han family!"

On the other side of Xiegu Valley, Zhao Yun led his troops at full speed.

The mountain road was rugged, but the old general remained steadfast on his horse, his silver spear gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

Deputy General Deng Zhi spurred his horse forward:

"General, it's getting late, why don't you rest?"

"The soldiers have been traveling for days and are showing signs of fatigue."

Zhao Yun looked straight ahead:

"...Bomiao, speed is of the essence in war."

“Lu Yi already knows our army is coming. If we let him gather reinforcements, our army will be in danger.”

Deng Zhi hesitated for a moment, then spoke frankly:

"The general is getting on in years, and such travel may take a toll on his health."

"If we suffer a setback, it will dampen the morale of our army..."

Zhao Yun suddenly reined in his horse, his silver beard fluttering, his eyes flashing like lightning:

“Why do you say such things, Bo Miao! I have fought in countless battles since I joined Your Majesty in raising an army.”

"Why should we fear death because we are old?"

"Now that the Prime Minister has entrusted you with such an important task, it is time for you to serve on the battlefield and repay the country's kindness!"

Deng Zhi solemnly:

"General Zhi is undoubtedly brave and valiant, but..."

"All right……"

Zhao Yun waved his hand, interrupting Deng Zhi, and softened his tone:
"...I know you mean well."

"However, there was much discussion in the court about this expedition, with some saying that 'Zilong is too old and unfit to be a general.'"

He gripped his spear tightly. "Everyone says I'm old, but I'll prove them wrong!"

Deng Zhi sighed:

"In that case, please allow me, General, to send out scouts to explore the terrain ahead."

Zhao Yun nodded:

"That's right."

Soon,
Scouts reported that a Wei army camp had been spotted ten miles ahead, with banners reading "Han".

Deng Zhi frowned:

"I have heard that Han De is brave and has four sons who are all highly skilled in martial arts. General, you must not underestimate him."

Zhao Yun sneered:

"An unknown general, not worth mentioning!"

He then ordered, "The entire army shall set up camp on the spot, set up numerous antlers, and dig deep trenches."

"Marching at dawn tomorrow!"

The next day, the morning mist had not yet dissipated in the Xie Valley.

The two armies have already lined up facing each other.

At the front of the Wei army, Han De stood with his axe at the ready, his four sons standing on either side.

They were all clad in heavy armor, exuding an imposing aura.

Han De saw the large "Zhao" banner fluttering in the wind among the Han army ranks and couldn't help but sneer:
"It really is that old soldier Zhao Yun!"

The eldest son, Han Ying, brandished his gun and said:
"Father, let me go and meet this old general first, and see if he is really as formidable as the legends say!"

Han De nodded:

"My son, be careful. Although he is an old soldier, he is still famous throughout the land."

Meanwhile, in the Han army formation, Zhao Yun, clad in silver armor and a white robe, held a gleaming silver spear.

Although he is over seventy years old, his eyes are still sharp.

Deputy General Deng Zhi whispered to the side:
"General, Han De possesses the courage of ten thousand men."

"His four sons are all brave and fierce, and should not be underestimated."

Zhao Yun stroked his beard and smiled:

"...Bai Miao is overthinking it."

"In my view, such people are bound to be arrogant and defeated."

As they were talking,
Han De rode out into battle, shouting angrily:
"Traitors to the country, how dare you invade my territory!"

"Your lord Liu Bei was originally a weaver of mats and a seller of shoes, who by chance stole the Central Plains."

"Instead of being grateful, they invade our territory!"

Zhao Yun was furious upon hearing this, and charged out on horseback with his spear in hand:

"Han De, you scoundrel, how dare you insult my Emperor!"

"Today I will take your head to appease the spirits of our ancestors in heaven!"

Han De saw that although Zhao Yun was old, his imposing manner was as strong as ever, and he felt a slight chill in his heart.

Yet he still forced himself to remain calm, and looked back at his four sons, saying:

"Who will help me capture this old thief?"

The eldest son, Han Ying, stepped forward in response:

"Father, rest a moment, let your son take his life!"

After all,

He leaped on his horse, spear in hand, and charged straight at Zhao Yun.

Seeing that Han Ying was young and strong, Deng Zhi couldn't help but worry about Zhao Yun and hurriedly ordered the archers to prepare to provide support.

But Zhao Yun remained calm and unhurried. Just as Han Ying's spear tip was about to reach him, he suddenly dodged to the side.

The gleaming silver spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced Han Ying's throat in a single strike.

Han Ying screamed and fell from her horse, dying instantly.

Han Yao, seeing his brother fall in battle, was filled with rage and charged at Zhao Yun with his sword.

"You old scoundrel! Give me back my brother's life!"

Zhao Yun roused himself, his silver spear dancing like pear blossoms in flight.

Although Han Yao's swordsmanship was fierce, he always felt that Zhao Yun's spear tip always gave him the upper hand.

After only ten rounds, they were already drenched in sweat.

Seeing that his second brother was no match for him, the third son, Han Qiong, hurriedly brought his halberd to join the attack.

Seeing the two generals attacking Zhao Yun together, Deng Zhi was eager to go out and help.

Zhao Yun, however, shouted during the battle:

"Bo Miao, do not move! I can still handle this!"

Despite being attacked by two generals, Zhao Yun's spear technique remained perfectly steady.
The gleaming silver spear parried left and right, thrusting forward and sweeping backward.

This put Han Yao and Han Qiong in a state of panic.

Seeing that his two elder brothers were unable to defeat Zhao Yun, Han Ban, the fourth son, shouted:
"Don't be so arrogant, old thief!"

He spurred his horse and joined the battle, wielding two crescent-shaped swords.

The three generals surrounded Zhao Yun at the core, their swords flashing and halberds clashing, completely enveloping the veteran general's army.

The Han soldiers were all filled with apprehension.

Deng Zhi gripped the command flag tightly, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment.

Surprisingly, Zhao Yun, surrounded by three attackers, was not afraid at all. Instead, a surge of heroic spirit rose within him, and he laughed loudly:
"No matter how many rats there are, they are not worth mentioning!"

The voice has not fallen,

His spear technique suddenly changed, attacking the three generals like a raging storm.

Seeing that the battle had dragged on without a clear victor, Han Qiong devised a plan.

He feinted with his halberd, then turned his horse and rode away.

Zhao Yun was not about to let him escape, and spurred his horse to give chase.

Han Qiong was secretly pleased. He drew his bow from his halberd and turned around to fire three arrows in quick succession.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Yun neither dodged nor avoided the arrows; his gleaming silver spear swung like a wheel, deflecting all three arrows.

"Shameless brat, all you do is resort to underhanded tactics!"

Zhao Yun roared angrily, took out his precious carved bow, nocked an arrow, and shot.

The arrow flew like a shooting star, striking Han Qiong squarely in the face.

Han Qiong screamed and fell headfirst off his horse.

Han Yao was devastated to see his third brother die and swung his sword wildly at Zhao Yun.

Seeing that he was agitated, Zhao Yun deliberately gave him a weakness.

Han Yao fell for the trap and slashed at Zhao Yun's face with her sword.

Zhao Yun suddenly dropped his spear, dodged the blade, and grabbed Han Yao's belt.

With a loud shout, he captured him alive and pulled him onto the horse.

Seeing that his three elder brothers were either dead or captured, Han Ban was terrified and turned his horse to flee.

Zhao Yun retrieved his silver spear and spurred his horse to give chase.

Han Ban barely managed to turn around and fight back, but after only three exchanges, he was stabbed in the back by Zhao Yun's spear and fell off his horse.

Han De's subordinate general rushed out to rescue him, but was shot back by a hail of arrows from the Han army.

When Han De saw his four sons die and be captured in the blink of an eye, he felt dizzy and his heart was breaking.

He yelled and almost fell off his horse.

They quickly steadied him from both sides.

Han De cried out in anguish:

"Heavens! All four of my sons are gone, how can I bear to live alone!"

The lieutenant advised:

"General, please accept my condolences. Return to camp first, and then we will plan our revenge."

Han De angrily said:

"I swear to kill Zhao Yun to avenge this grievance!"

Just as he was about to go out, he was stopped by his generals.

At this moment, Zhao Yun shouted from the front lines:
"You scoundrel Han De, do you dare to fight me to the death?"

The Wei army was well aware of Zhao Yun's reputation, and seeing his undiminished bravery, none of them dared to step forward to fight him.

Wherever Zhao Yun's horse went, the Wei army retreated in waves.

Zhao Yun, alone on horseback, charged back and forth as if entering an empty field.

Seeing Zhao Yun's great victory, Deng Zhi immediately waved his command flag, and the Han army launched a counterattack.

The Wei army suffered a crushing defeat, abandoning their armor and weapons, and scattering in all directions.

Han De narrowly escaped capture by Zhao Yun amidst the chaos of battle, and was forced to abandon his armor and flee on foot in a sorry state.

In the Battle of Xiegu, the Han army achieved a great victory.

Zhao Yun and Deng Zhi led their troops back to the camp, where all the generals came to congratulate them.

Deng Zhi personally removed Zhao Yun's armor, and seeing that the old general's battle robe was stained red with blood, he was deeply moved:
"General, you are truly a god! Today's battle will surely terrify the Wei army."

Zhao Yun said calmly:
"Han De and his son were arrogant and overconfident, and underestimated the heroes of the world, which led to their defeat."

"If I had been more cautious in my dealings with the enemy, I might not have won so easily."

Seeing that Zhao Yun was still full of energy despite the fierce battle, Deng Zhi sincerely praised him:

"The general is seventy years old, but his bravery remains as strong as ever."

"Today, I have slain three generals and captured one alive on the battlefield. This is a feat rarely seen in the world!"

"Even if Lian Po or Li Mu were alive today, they would be no better than this."

Zhao Yun sighed:

"...Bo Miao is too kind."

"The Prime Minister is unwilling to employ me because of my advanced age, so I am just expressing my opinion here."

Deng Zhi said seriously:
"...General, you have misunderstood the Prime Minister."

"The Prime Minister often says that Zilong is a pillar of the nation, and he would not want to put the general in any risk unless absolutely necessary."

"The reason we are appointing you as the vanguard is because this battle is of paramount importance, and only you can be competent for it."

Zhao Yun remained silent for a moment, then said:

"How could I not know the Prime Minister's good intentions? But time waits for no one."

“I am always afraid that my days are numbered and I will not be able to see the unification of China again.”

Therefore, I always strive to be the first in every battle, for fear of failing the great trust Your Majesty has placed in me.

These words saddened all the generals in the tent.

Deng Zhidao:
"...General, there is no need to worry, there is plenty of time in the future."

Zhao Yun then sent men to escort Han Yao to the rear, and at the same time wrote a letter to Zhuge Liang to report the victory.

The letter specifically mentioned:

"Han De will surely seek revenge after losing his son."

"I beg the Prime Minister to allow me to devise a plan to capture him."

Not long after,
The prisoner Han Yao died in the cage due to severe injuries.

That night, Zhao Yun sat alone in his tent.

Stroking the gleaming silver spear, a myriad of thoughts flooded my mind.

This gun has been with him in battle for over fifty years, and countless lives have been lost under its blade; today, four more have been added to his list.

Although he was victorious, he felt no joy, but rather sorrow.

Deng Zhi entered the tent and saw Zhao Yun sitting alone by the lamp. Knowing what was on his mind, he spoke gently:
"General, you have won a great victory today, why are you so gloomy?"

Zhao Yun sighed:

"I observe that the four sons of the Han family are all in their prime and possess extraordinary martial arts skills."

"If they can be used for the country, they will surely become pillars of the nation."

"What a pity that such a brilliant talent was wasted on the battlefield, losing his life there. Is that not a tragedy?"

Deng Zhidao:
"Now each serves its own master, which is inevitable."

"Why should the general blame himself?"

As they were talking,
Suddenly, news arrived that Han De had gathered his remaining troops and was shouting and challenging them outside the camp.

All the generals urged him to go into battle, but Zhao Yun said:
"Han Dexin suffered a defeat, and morale was low."

"If we attack now, we will surely capture them."

"However, her grief over the loss of her son is truly heartbreaking."

"It would be better to persuade them to surrender tomorrow on the battlefield."

Upon seeing this, Deng Zhi couldn't help but sigh:

"When His Majesty was in Luoyang, he often spoke highly of General Zilong's virtues."

"Looking at him today, he is indeed a gentleman."

Upon hearing this, all the soldiers on both sides were moved to tears.

The next day,

As expected, Han De led his remaining troops to challenge them in front of the camp.

Zhao Yun took the lead.

Seeing that Han De's hair and beard had turned completely white overnight and that he looked haggard, she felt sorry for him and gently advised him:

"General Han, your four sons are already dead, why make another pointless sacrifice?"

"Why not surrender to my great Han and join me in punishing the traitors?"

Han De's eyes were completely split:

"That old thief killed my four sons! This is an irreconcilable hatred!"

"I will take your life today!"

Having said that, he swung his axe straight at Zhao Yun.

Seeing that he had lost his mind, Zhao Yun had no choice but to accept the challenge.

However, after ten rounds,

Han De was exhausted and was stabbed in the right arm by Zhao Yun's spear, causing his great axe to fall to the ground.

Zhao Yun could have taken his life, but instead sheathed his spear and said:
"General Han, please return."

Han De stood there for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter:
"With my four sons gone, how can I face living on alone!"

Zhao Yun remained silent for a long time before ordering the troops to retreat.

The remaining Wei soldiers hurriedly rescued Han De.

When the news of the victory reached the central army, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but sigh:

"Zilong is truly a benevolent general! He is decisive in killing and killing without losing his compassion. Among the famous generals of ancient times, none can surpass him!"

He then submitted a memorial to the imperial court in Luoyang, requesting that Zhao Yun be rewarded.

After the Battle of Xiegu, the Wei army was terrified at the mere mention of Zhao Yun's name.

The old general, with his silver spear and white horse, once again shook the land.

And this legendary tale of a septuagenarian general defeating four enemy generals spread throughout the land of China with the spring breeze.

When the news of the victory reached Luoyang, Liu Shan, who was overseeing the country, heard of it.

He bestowed upon Zhao Yun a jar of imperial wine, a brocade robe, and the inscription "The Tiger's Might Endures Forever" in his own hand.

When the messenger arrived at the army camp to deliver the imperial edict, Zhao Yun was discussing military matters with his generals.

Upon receiving the reward, the old general's eyes filled with tears:
"Your Majesty, I can only repay your kindness by devoting myself to the utmost!"

Outside the tent, a spring breeze swept through the valley, causing the old general's silver beard to flutter.

The gleaming silver spear shone brightly in the sunlight, as if telling an immortal legend.

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(End of this chapter)