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

The next day, before dawn, Zhang Ziqian was awakened by a commotion.

He walked out of the tent in a daze and found that his tent was already surrounded by people.

Dozens of burly, muscular men, clearly blacksmiths, stood respectfully outside the tent. The foreman, an experienced craftsman, held a blueprint and several pieces of fine iron in his hands.

On the other side, Cao Chun was leading a group of grooms, leading over a hundred magnificent warhorses, almost filling the open space in front of the camp. Each of these horses was plump and strong, with a glossy coat, clearly top-quality selections from among thousands of military horses.

"General Zhang, you're awake!"

Upon seeing Zhang Ziqian emerge, the blacksmith leader and Cao Chun immediately rushed forward, their attitude extremely respectful.

"Our lord has ordered that we are here today to await your orders, to forge divine weapons and select fine steeds for you," Cao Chun said with a smile.

"Oh, okay." Zhang Ziqian yawned, finally remembering what Cao Cao had promised him yesterday.

He first walked up to the group of blacksmiths.

"General, what kind of weapon would you like to have made?" the head craftsman asked. "Just tell us," the master craftsman replied, "whether it's a sword, spear, or halberd, as long as you can name it, we'll make it for you even if we have to go without food and drink!"

"Hmm..." Zhang Ziqian thought for a moment, realizing that it was difficult to describe the complex shape of the Fangtian Halberd just by talking.

He simply said to the system in his mind, "System, project that replica of the halberd for me so they can see it."

【receive. 】

The next second, under Zhang Ziqian's mental control, a 3D stereoscopic projection emitting a faint light appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

It was a magnificent and imposing halberd. Its tip blazed like fire, incomparably sharp. Beneath the tip, one side featured a crescent-shaped blade, while the other had a slightly smaller, symmetrical side blade. The entire halberd head exuded a metallic chill and artistic beauty. The long shaft was also engraved with intricate dragon patterns, brimming with power and majesty.

"This...this is..."

All the blacksmiths present, including Cao Chun and the soldiers around him, were dumbfounded.

They stared in disbelief at the weapon projection that was suspended in mid-air and slowly rotating, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

What is this? A miracle? A divine intervention?

"My God! A divine weapon! This is a true divine weapon!"

"This thing should only exist in heaven; how often can one hear of it in the mortal world!"

The blacksmiths were so excited, as if they had seen a sacred object, that they trembled with excitement. Some of the master craftsmen even knelt down and worshipped the projection.

In the eyes of these craftsmen who are obsessed with forging, the design of this halberd is simply the embodiment of perfection, a masterpiece that they could never have imagined in their entire lives.

"Ahem." Zhang Ziqian was a little embarrassed by their exaggerated reaction. He cleared his throat. "Did you all see clearly? Do it exactly like this, without any mistakes."

"Yes! Yes! Don't worry, General!" The old craftsman quickly got up, took out paper and pen, and began to trace every detail of the projection with trembling hands, afraid of missing even the slightest thing.

"By the way, are there any requirements regarding weight?" the experienced craftsman asked cautiously.

"Weight?" Zhang Ziqian thought for a moment. With his current strength, ordinary weapons felt like toothpicks in his hands, with no feel at all.

"Make it as heavy as possible, use the best materials, and make it as heavy as you can," he said casually.

"How...how heavy?" The blacksmiths looked at each other in bewilderment.

Judging from the size of this halberd, if it were forged from solid steel, it would probably weigh over 200 pounds!

A weapon weighing two hundred pounds? Is that even wielded by a human? Even the strongest and most powerful generals in the army only use heavy weapons weighing seventy or eighty pounds.

They looked at Zhang Ziqian with suspicion in their eyes.

"Do as the general says!" Cao Chun shouted in a deep voice from the side.

He had personally witnessed Zhang Ziqian wield that hundreds-of-pounds Yuwang Spear like a windmill. Two hundred pounds? To him, it might really just be "somewhat heavy."

"Yes!" The blacksmiths dared not ask any more questions. They accepted the order and, carrying the blueprints they treasured, excitedly went back to start their furnaces.

Having resolved the issue of weapons, Zhang Ziqian then turned his attention to the "horse farm".

With over a hundred fine horses, the sight was truly impressive. Among them were many renowned steeds from Xiliang and Liaodong, treasures that would have made generals fight tooth and nail for any warlord.

Zhang Ziqian looked at each horse one by one.

He stroked the mane of one horse, patted the rump of another, and even rode one around twice.

"How is it, General? Have you found anything you like?" Cao Chun asked expectantly.

Zhang Ziqian jumped down from a magnificent Ferghana horse, pursed his lips, and shook his head.

"No, none of these will work."

"Huh? This...this isn't enough?" Cao Chun was stunned. "General, these are the best horses in the army, several of which are our lord's favorite steeds."

"Too slow." Zhang Ziqian said with a look of disgust. "It doesn't feel like running at all, and he's not handsome enough either, he doesn't have that... domineering aura."

His mind was filled with the fiery figure of Red Hare and its lightning speed.

In comparison, these so-called "BMWs" looked to him like tractors from the countryside—clumsy and ugly.

Cao Chun was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

These BMWs, capable of traveling 800 li a day, are being complained about as being too slow? Just how high are this guy's standards?

He thought for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "General, if you don't even like these horses, then... then perhaps only the legendary divine steeds can catch your eye."

"Oh? The legendary divine steed? Tell me about it." Zhang Ziqian immediately became interested.

"In the world today, the best horses are undoubtedly from the North and the West," Cao Chun explained. "For example, the 'White Horse Cavalry' of Gongsun Zan, the governor of Beiping, rode carefully selected white horses from Youzhou. And then there are... the warlords of the West Liang who are entrenched in Guanzhong, especially Lü Bu, the number one general under Dong Zhuo."

Upon hearing the name "Lu Bu," Zhang Ziqian's ears immediately perked up.

The opportunity is coming!

He feigned curiosity and asked, "Lü Bu? Does he have any good horses?"

"More than just a fine horse!" Cao Chun's tone carried a hint of awe. "Lu Bu's mount is named 'Red Hare,' the king of horses! Its entire body is fiery red, without a single stray hair. It is said to be able to travel a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles at night, crossing rivers and climbing mountains as if walking on flat ground! There is a saying: 'Among men, Lu Bu; among horses, Red Hare!'"

"Red Hare!" Zhang Ziqian's eyes instantly flashed with a wolf-like green light.

This is it!

This is exactly what he wanted!

"Great! Fantastic!" he exclaimed excitedly, slapping his thigh. "I want this horse!"

Cao Chun's smile froze on his face.

He opened his mouth, feeling as if his tongue was tied in knots.

"General... what... what did you say?"

"I said, I want that horse named Red Hare!" Zhang Ziqian repeated, looking completely matter-of-fact.

Cao Chun's face turned even more ashen than if he were crying. He felt as if he had said something wrong and caused a huge disaster.

"General, this...this won't do!" He was so anxious he almost jumped up. "That Red Hare was Dong Zhuo's precious gift to Lü Bu to win him over! Lü Bu loves that horse more than his own life, he treasures it like a priceless gem! Now, that horse is right under Lü Bu's nose, how...how could we possibly get our hands on it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziqian raised an eyebrow and revealed a nonchalant smile that Cao Chun found all too familiar.

"Oh, he's with Lü Bu."

"Isn't that perfect?"

"Why don't I just snatch it from him?"