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

While Zhang Ziqian was enjoying his leisurely days of eating meat, drinking wine, and sleeping soundly, Cao Cao's army marched swiftly and finally arrived at Suanzao.

This is where the various warlords who were fighting against Dong Zhuo held their alliance meeting.

When Zhang Ziqian followed Cao Jun into the vast camp that stretched for tens of miles, he was truly shocked by the sight before him.

On the plain, banners fluttered like a forest and tents stood like clouds. Various flags fluttered in the wind, embroidered with different surnames such as "Yuan," "Shu," "Sun," and "Gongsun."

Countless soldiers moved about the camp, horses neighed and men shouted, weapons clashed, and a fierce and bloody atmosphere mixed with killing intent swept over the area.

"Wow, so many people." Zhang Ziqian, carrying his Yuwang Spear, followed Cao Cao, looking around like a country bumpkin visiting the city.

In his eyes, this was no anti-Dong Zhuo alliance at all; it was clearly a super-large ancient military-themed temple fair.

He wasn't curious about how powerful the various warlords' armies were, but rather about how their food was.

"Boss, look at that 'Yuan' banner, it's flying the highest. Isn't their family the richest? Their food must be pretty good, right?" Zhang Ziqian nudged Cao Cao.

Cao Cao was left speechless, both amused and exasperated by his question.

"Ziqian, that is the banner of the alliance leader, Yuan Shao, the governor of Bohai. His family has held high office for four generations, and his disciples and former officials are all over the world. Naturally, he is the most powerful."

"Oh, a rich kid." Zhang Ziqian nodded, mentally labeling Yuan Shao.

Cao Cao didn't understand what "rich second generation" meant, but that didn't stop him from explaining the situation.

"Over there is General Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao's cousin. There is also Sun Jian, the Prefect of Changsha, and Gongsun Zan, the Prefect of Beiping... These people are all heroes and outstanding figures of our time."

Zhang Ziqian looked in the direction he pointed, and made a few more notes in his mental notebook.

Yuan Shu is nothing but a skeleton in a tomb; he'll be finished sooner or later.

Sun Jian, the fierce tiger of Jiangdong, unfortunately died young.

Gongsun Zan, with his White Horse Cavalry, was ultimately defeated by Yuan Shao.

Sigh, a bunch of people who are about to be laid off have to get together for a meeting. It must be really tough.

Cao Cao, as the General of Valiant Might, held a position among the warlords that was neither high nor low. He led his generals to the central command tent to pay their respects to the alliance leader, Yuan Shao.

Zhang Ziqian didn't want to go. These kinds of official social gatherings were the most boring. He'd rather go back to the camp and see what they would have for dinner.

But Cao Cao insisted on keeping him by his side, saying that he was his "bodyguard" and that he had to stay with him every step of the way.

Zhang Ziqian had no choice but to carry that conspicuous Yuwang Spear and stand behind Cao Cao like a door god.

Upon entering the main tent, it was already filled with people.

In the main seat sat a handsome, tall, middle-aged man with an extraordinary air about him. This must be Yuan Shao.

Yuan Shao's gaze lingered on Cao Cao for a moment, then fell on Zhang Ziqian behind Cao Cao and his exaggerated weapon, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Mengde has arrived, please sit down." Yuan Shao's voice carried a condescending politeness.

Cao Cao bowed and then sat down in his seat.

The moment Zhang Ziqian stood there, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the tent.

There was no way around it; his Yuwang Spear was too conspicuous. It was taller than a man, entirely black, and exuded a fierce aura. Coupled with his plain clothes, which contrasted sharply with the fine armor of the surrounding generals, it was impossible for him not to attract attention.

"Mengde, who is this man behind you?" asked a general sitting below Yuan Shao with an arrogant expression. This general was Yuan Shu.

"This is Zhang Ziqian, a brave warrior I recently recruited," Cao Cao introduced him simply.

"A fierce warrior?" Yuan Shu looked Zhang Ziqian up and down, then sneered, "Judging by his build, he looks like a good-for-nothing. Mengde, you're becoming less and less picky these days, bringing just anyone into the army."

As soon as he said this, a low chuckle rippled through the tent.

Cao Cao's expression remained unchanged; he simply smiled and did not reply.

Xiahou Dun and Cao Hong were both furious and about to lash out, but Cao Cao stopped them with a look.

Zhang Ziqian didn't care at all.

He was busy looking for people in the crowd.

Soon, his gaze settled on three people sitting in the corner, alongside a general in a white robe.

He had big ears and a kind face.

He had a red face, squinted eyes, and a long beard that almost dragged on the ground.

There was another one, with a leopard's head and bulging eyes, a swallow's chin and a tiger's beard, a fierce look on his face, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei.

Finally, we saw one alive.

Zhang Ziqian was a little excited; this was the future Shu Han dream team!

He was engrossed in watching when Yuan Shao, who was in the main seat, spoke up.

"Gentlemen! The traitor Dong Zhuo has wreaked havoc in the capital, deposing and installing emperors, arousing the wrath of both gods and men! We have gathered here in righteousness, and we must unite as one to face this national crisis!"

Yuan Shao stood up and delivered a lengthy and impassioned speech.

Zhang Ziqian was getting drowsy listening to this.

Hasn't he heard enough of these kinds of speeches from leaders in his past life? It's the same old rhetoric over and over again, with absolutely nothing new.

After Yuan Shao finally finished speaking, it was time for the banquet.

The feudal lords began toasting and flattering each other, and the atmosphere became lively.

Zhang Ziqian has finally found his own fun.

Ignoring everyone else, he walked to the table where the food was placed, picked up a plate, and began to fill it.

Grilled meat, get it ready!

Steamed fish, ready!

Snacks, please!

In no time, his plates were piled up like a small mountain.

Then, he found a secluded corner, squatted down, and began to feast.

His eating habits once again drew many disdainful and mocking glances.

To these aristocratic families who valued etiquette, Zhang Ziqian's behavior was no different from that of a savage.

Cao Cao was a little embarrassed, but knowing Zhang Ziqian's temper, he didn't say anything.

"Third brother, look at that guy! He eats like a pig! I don't know where Cao Mengde found this glutton!"

In the corner, Zhang Fei lowered his voice and spoke to Liu Bei and Guan Yu beside him.

He has a loud voice to begin with, and even though he lowered it, the people around him could still hear him clearly.

Guan Yu opened his squinting eyes a crack, glanced at Zhang Ziqian and the enormous weapon beside him, and said nothing.

Liu Bei smiled gently and said, "Third brother, please don't be rude. Everyone has their own preferences, and we shouldn't make unwarranted comments."

Zhang Fei snorted, picked up the wine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp, but his gaze was still fixed on Zhang Ziqian with hostility.

Zhang Ziqian felt that unfriendly gaze.

He looked up and met Zhang Fei's gaze.

He still had a large piece of meat stuffed in his mouth, grinned at Zhang Fei, and then continued to eat with his head down.

This dismissive attitude ignited Zhang Fei's anger instantly.