Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

Zhang Ziqian found a secluded, deserted grove of trees.

He looked around cautiously, and only after confirming that no one was around did he carefully pull the bottle of chilled cola out of his sleeve.

The cool touch of the bottle made him let out a long, comfortable sigh.

He skillfully unscrewed the bottle cap.

"Pfft—"

The pleasant sound of gas being released was exceptionally clear in the silent ancient forest.

Zhang Ziqian couldn't wait any longer, so he tilted his head back and took a big gulp from the bottle.

The cool, bubbly, sweet liquid slid down my throat and into my stomach.

That familiar, stimulating, exhilarating feeling that made his soul tremble almost brought tears of emotion to his eyes.

"ah--!"

He let out a satisfied sigh.

He's alive!

This is something a human should drink!

He couldn't bear to finish it all at once, savoring it sip by sip, enjoying this hard-won happiness.

While he was immersed in the world of happy water, the atmosphere in the camp of the Sour Jujube Allied Forces had become extremely oppressive.

Zhang Fei was carried away for treatment. The diagnosis was that three ribs were broken and his internal organs were also concussed. Although his life was not in danger, he would not be able to get out of bed for several months.

Liu Bei stood guard by the bedside, his eyes bloodshot, watching the direction Zhang Ziqian had left in, the hatred in his eyes almost tangible.

Guan Yu stood alone outside the tent, stroking his long beard, staring silently at the spot where Zhang Ziqian had just stood. He was reflecting, analyzing, and also… filled with fear. The power contained in that spear strike had exceeded his comprehension.

The warlords had different thoughts, and their fear of Cao Cao reached a new level.

Originally, it was thought that Cao Cao was just a clever eunuch descendant, but it turns out that he actually had such a devastating human weapon hidden under his command.

The banquet ended unhappily.

The atmosphere in the Allied camp was very strange for the next few days. The feudal lords talked about working together, but in reality, they each had their own agendas and none of them were willing to take the lead and actually send troops to attack Sishui Pass.

They were like a pack of wolves, all wanting to devour Dong Zhuo, but none of them wanted to be the first to attack, fearing they would be bitten by Dong Zhuo's dying counterattack and let the other wolves take advantage.

Until Dong Zhuo's general Hua Xiong took the initiative to come to him.

"Report—!"

A scout scrambled into Yuan Shao's central command tent.

"Leader! Something terrible has happened! Hua Xiong, a valiant cavalry captain under Dong Zhuo, is challenging us to battle at the pass! He... he has already killed several of our generals!"

"What?" Yuan Shao was shocked and stood up abruptly.

The feudal lords inside the tent were also in an uproar.

Soon, more reports of defeats came in.

"Report! Mu Shun, a general under Zhang Yang, the Prefect of Shangdang, went into battle but was slain by Hua Xiong with a single blow!"

"Report! Wu Anguo, a general under Prefect Kong Rong of Beihai, went into battle but had his wrist severed by Hua Xiong and was forced to retreat to his own lines!"

"Report! Alliance Leader, Hua Xiong is insulting us at the pass, saying that all eighteen warlords are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, and none of us dare to fight him!"

"This is outrageous!" Yuan Shao's face turned ashen with rage. He slammed his fist on the table. "Who dares to fight and avenge us?"

His gaze swept over the generals under his command.

However, the generals who had just been boasting so eloquently all lowered their heads and dared not meet his gaze.

Hua Xiong's ferocity had spread throughout the entire army. He was one of the top generals in the Xiliang army, and no one wanted to go up there to die.

Yuan Shao's generals Yan Liang and Wen Chou were eager to try their luck, but Yuan Shao did not want to reveal his trump card so early.

"Alas!" Yuan Shao sighed deeply, "It's a pity my generals Yan Liang and Wen Chou haven't arrived! Otherwise, how could Hua Xiong be allowed to run rampant here!"

The tent was deathly silent, the atmosphere extremely awkward.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"This humble general is willing to go, cut off Hua Xiong's head, and present it to you!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly man, nine feet tall, with a two-foot-long beard, a face like a red date, and lips like painted rouge, stepping out from the crowd.

It was Guan Yu who was following behind Gongsun Zan.

"Who are you?" Yuan Shao asked with disdain, seeing that he was just a horse archer.

Gongsun Zan, who was standing nearby, quickly introduced, "This is Liu Bei's younger brother, Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang."

"A mere horse archer dares to speak so arrogantly!" Yuan Shu said sarcastically from the side. "Get him out of here with a bunch of sticks!"

"Gonglu (Yuan Shu's courtesy name), calm down." Cao Cao stepped forward. He saw that Guan Yu had an extraordinary demeanor and was impressed by his talent. "Since this man has spoken so boldly, he must have courage and strategy. Why not let him try? If he fails, it's not too late to punish him."

Yuan Shao also felt that sending a mounted archer into battle was better than sending no one at all.

"Good! Yun Chang, I offer you a cup of warm wine. Go and fight. When you return, the wine will still be warm!" Cao Cao personally poured a cup of wine and handed it to Guan Yu.

Guan Yu refused to accept it.

"Pour the wine, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he picked up his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, turned around, and strode out of the tent.

The entire process was filled with heroism, which impressed many viewers.

Cao Cao stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

Just as the classic scene of "warming wine to kill Hua Xiong" was about to unfold.

A guard rushed to Cao Cao's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Cao Cao's expression turned somewhat strange after hearing this.

He thought for a moment and said to Cao Hong beside him, "Go and call Ziqian here."

Cao Hong was taken aback: "My lord, why did you summon him? Yun Chang has already left."

"If I tell you to go, then go." Cao Cao glared at him.

Cao Hong didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly ran out.

Not long after, Zhang Ziqian, yawning and looking like he hadn't woken up yet, was half-pulled and half-draggled into the main tent by Cao Hong.

He was holding an empty plastic bottle in his hand, and every now and then he would put it under his nose and smell it, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Boss, is dinner served again?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Ziqian, look," Cao Cao pointed outside the tent, "Dong Zhuo's general Hua Xiong is challenging them on the battlefield."

Zhang Ziqian looked in the direction he pointed, then looked away indifferently.

"Oh, and then what? What's it to me?"

Cao Cao's lips twitched, and he patiently said, "Hua Xiong is brave and has already killed several of our generals. The other lords are helpless."

"Oh, that's amazing." Zhang Ziqian replied casually, but in his mind he was asking the system a question.

"System, who is Hua Xiong? Is he famous? How many points is he worth?"

Hua Xiong, a renowned general under Dong Zhuo, possesses considerable strength. Defeating him grants 1000 base points. A spectacular defeat will yield additional rewards.

A thousand points!

Two bottles of soda!

Zhang Ziqian's eyes lit up instantly.

Sleepiness vanished instantly.