The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

Even before you get close, a sharp military aura hits you.

In the center of the training ground, a young soldier in a white robe was practicing his marksmanship alone.

The young general was eight feet tall, with a majestic appearance, and his white robe fluttered in the wind. He wielded a bright silver spear, which he moved with such speed that it was like a thousand piles of snow or pear blossoms dancing wildly, the silver light flashing, so fast that it was almost impossible to see his moves.

Every move he made was filled with explosive power and fluid beauty. In his hands, the spear sometimes moved like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, cunning and ruthless; at other times, it moved like a tiger descending a mountain, powerful and sweeping. The White Horse Cavalry standing in formation around him showed admiration and respect in their eyes, occasionally letting out a low cheer.

Xun Hao's gaze was fixed on the young general from the moment it fell upon him.

He knew that this person must be Zhao Zilong of Changshan.

Guo Jia stood aside, watching Xun Hao's focused, almost absent-minded expression. His beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a dark shadow, which even he himself did not notice, flashed deep within them.

After completing a set of spear techniques, the young general in white robes put away his spear and stood with the spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His body was as steady as a rock, and his breathing was calm and long, showing no signs of fatigue.

On the other side of the training ground, dozens of White Horse Cavalry members were engaged in fierce combat, honing their martial arts skills. Their moves were powerful and swift, full of the killing intent of real battle.

In the arena, the duel between two knights was particularly intense. Both were skilled with their spears, exchanging blows with incredible speed and precision. The wooden shafts of their spears clashed with a dull, rapid sound, drawing cheers from the soldiers watching from the surrounding area.

Suddenly, one of the knights shouted and flicked his wrist, executing a skillful "returning spear" move, the shaft of his spear slamming heavily against the tassel of his opponent's spear.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, the opponent, having exhausted his strength, failed to hold on, and the spear slipped from his hand!

The spear traced a straight trajectory in the air, its tip spinning rapidly with a sharp whistling sound, flying straight towards Xun Hao and Guo Jia, who were watching from the sidelines!

It happened so suddenly and so fast that no one had time to react.

The surrounding soldiers cried out in alarm, but they were too far away to come to the rescue.

Xun Hao only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, and a sharp gust of wind rushed towards him. However, with his skill, he had no time to dodge.

In that split second, Guo Jia, who had been standing lazily beside him, moved.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a step forward and pulled Xun Hao tightly into his arms, using his back to completely shield Xun Hao.

"Be careful!"

Guo Jia's voice trembled with nervousness.

Xun Hao's cheek slammed heavily against a solid, warm chest, his nostrils instantly filled with Guo Jia's cool, refreshing scent of alcohol and his faint body heat. He could feel the arms wrapped around him tightening with force.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

All that could be heard was a "clang," a sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, as the metal clashed and suddenly exploded!

The sound was sharp and clear, so loud it made people's eardrums ache.

Guo Jia, who was holding Xun Hao, suddenly stiffened.

Xun Hao struggled to lift his head from his embrace and looked over his shoulder to see outside.

Suddenly, a gleaming silver spear appeared before them, its tip precisely blocking the whirling wooden spearhead. The once menacing wooden spear now trembled violently, unable to advance even an inch further.

A tall, imposing young general in white robes appeared before them without them noticing. He held a gun in one hand, his posture as steady as a rock, his wrist merely flicking slightly.

"Snapped!"

The wooden spear was jolted to the side by a clever force and landed heavily on the ground.

The crisis was resolved in an instant.

Guo Jia then slowly loosened his grip on Xun Hao.

"Are you crazy?!"

With a low, angry shout, Xun Hao grabbed Guo Jia's arm, looked him up and down, and his usually cold eyes were now burning with rage.

He reached out to pull at Guo Jia's clothes, wanting to check his back, his voice trembling slightly with fear: "Are you alright? You used your back to block him? What if he hadn't stopped you? Are you crazy!"

Guo Jia was taken aback by his sudden action, and then became furious. He grabbed Xun Hao's wrist with a force that made Xun Hao wince in pain.

"If I don't block it, am I supposed to let you block it?" Guo Jia's voice was also filled with suppressed anger. "With your body, can you even take a hit? Who were you looking at so intently just now? If I hadn't pulled you back, would you still be standing here yelling at me?"

The two stood facing each other on the edge of the training ground, oblivious to everyone around them, one with red eyes and the other with a livid face.

"Gentlemen, please calm down."

A clear voice interrupted their argument. The young general in white robes sheathed his gun, stood up, and bowed deeply to the two men.

"My name is Zhao Yun, courtesy name Zilong. It was my negligence in disciplining you that nearly caused a disaster. I apologize to you both." His apology was extremely sincere. He then raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the two men, and added, "However, this is, after all, a martial arts arena, where weapons have no eyes. You two gentlemen were too close just now, which was far too dangerous. I hope you will be more careful in the future."

These words made sense, and they silenced the two men who were on the verge of exchanging blows.

Xun Hao took a deep breath, released his grip on Guo Jia's hand, composed himself, and returned Zhao Yun's salute: "General, you flatter us. We are all safe and sound thanks to your intervention today."

Guo Jia also snorted coldly and turned his head away, which was taken as tacit agreement with Zhao Yun's words.

Xun Hao took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over.

"I am deeply grateful to the General for saving my life today. This is a wound medicine made at home, which I am giving to the General as a token of my gratitude." He paused, then added, "If the General has some free time in the future, he is welcome to visit the Xun residence for a chat."

Zhao Yun initially wanted to refuse, but thinking of the danger he had just faced, he felt guilty and decided not to refuse, so he reached out and took it.

"Thank you, young master." He solemnly put the porcelain bottle into his pocket.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Yun, the two remained silent on the way back, the atmosphere even more somber than on their arrival.

It wasn't until they were almost out of Gongsun Zan's camp that Guo Jia finally couldn't help but speak.

"First Cao Mengde, then Liu Xuande, and now Zhao Zilong has arrived."

He stopped and turned to look at Xun Hao, whose peach blossom eyes were now unfathomable.

"Our young master Yanruo is truly benevolent; he wants to befriend everyone!"

Guo Jia's sarcastic remark startled Xun Hao.

"What are you saying, Fengxiao? I'm just looking for heroic figures worth befriending for the sake of my family and myself," Xun Hao explained.

Guo Jia snorted and turned his head away: "Is that so? I saw you chatting happily with Liu Bei, and the way you looked at Zhao Zilong, you seemed to want to pack him up and take him away."