Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

When Liu Bei followed Liu Quan out of the warehouse, he felt that his whole spirit and energy were different.

Before he went in, he was a "poor man"; after he came out, he was a "rich man".

Her steps were unsteady, her face flushed, and she felt as if she were floating on clouds.

After a long while, he finally let out a long breath, as if he wanted to expel everything churning in his chest.

Even after vomiting, I was still in a daze.

"Three hundred million coins..." Liu Bei muttered softly, his voice trembling. "The entire Lousang Village couldn't accumulate that much in ten years, could it?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Quan laughed and said, "Abei, you underestimate me too much. Even without this windfall, I can make Lousang Village earn 100 million coins a year in at most three years."

He added, "If the two of us could have our own territory in the future, we could make money even faster."

Liu Bei was initially delighted, but then frowned and hurriedly said, "Exploiting the people is unacceptable."

Liu Quan shook his head: "When did I ever say I wanted to plunder the people? Only by having territory can we gather manpower and resources together, and only by gathering them together can we develop faster and better. This is called concentrating resources, which is completely different from plundering."

Liu Bei paused, shook his head, and only half understood what he was hearing.

…………

At the foot of Tanhan Mountain, flames soared into the sky.

Cries and screams came from all directions.

The Xianbei elders, women, and children scurried about like headless flies in the firelight.

After the thousand or so soldiers left by Tan Shihuai to guard the city were defeated, the grassland royal court was like a beautiful woman with her clothes open, ready to be picked by anyone.

It's not that no one wants to resist.

Groups of three or five Xianbei men tried to gather together, but every time they managed to build up a small group, a team of armored knights would arrive with a roar, and the leaders were particularly fierce-looking.

Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Han Dang, Yan Rou, and Yan Liang were all clad in iron armor, each capable of defeating a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand men.

One charge, two charges, the Xianbei people gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered again, until finally their morale was completely shattered, leaving only the thought of fleeing for their lives.

Lu Bu spurred his horse forward, spear in hand, finally releasing the pent-up anger from being chased and beaten by the Xianbei people. He felt so exhilarated that he wanted to roar out loud.

His Bingzhou knights were in a bloodthirsty frenzy, having long forgotten Liu Quan's instruction to "only kill men taller than a cartwheel," and were hacking at anyone they saw, regardless of gender or age.

Some people dragged Xianbei women into their tents, venting their pent-up fear and violence on the spot.

Lü Bu ignored it, even taking it for granted.

These young men have been living on the edge for so many days, killing a few people and sleeping with a few women, so what?

Not far away, Zhang Liao, riding on horseback and holding a torch, was approaching a tent.

The flames licked the felt and leaped up, casting flickering light and shadow on his face.

He glanced at Lü Bu and pursed his lips.

No matter how famous or skilled Lü Bu was, he was not as good at leading troops as his two elder brothers from the Liu family.

He looked to the other side.

The group led by Guan Yu, Han Dang, and Yan Rou was much more disciplined—

They only kill and commit arson.

Occasionally, a wandering swordsman might try to pick up a woman, but he would be stopped.

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes swept across the room, and no one dared to move.

It would be a lie to say that the people here aren't envious.

On the battlefield, where life is fraught with danger and pressure is immense, desires also surge upwards.

Yan Liang was a little itchy, and even considered talking to Guan Yu about it.

What should we say?

Why don't we relax a bit too?

But every time he met Guan Yu's half-open, half-closed phoenix eyes, he would feel inexplicably uneasy, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Never mind." Yan Liang turned his horse around and muttered to himself, "I'm not that kind of person who's easily swayed by lust. It's definitely not because I was scared by that red-faced girl, hmm, absolutely not."

…………

Just as Liu Quan and his men were wreaking havoc on the Xianbei royal court, Tan Shihuai's army had already defeated Zang Min's troops.

Sun Jian, who was full of vigor before the expedition, is now fleeing in disarray with his troops.

During the escape, he and Zang Min got separated.

However, this guy was also a ruthless one. After running for a while, he looked back and saw that there were only about three hundred pursuers. He gritted his teeth and reined in his horse.

"Stop!" He wiped the blood from his face, spittle flying everywhere. "Damn it, I'm not convinced of my defeat! These Xianbei dogs dare to chase me? Today I'll cut off their heads and use them as chamber pots!"

After saying that, he spurred his horse and turned back.

Seeing this, Wu Jing, Sun Jing, and the others had no choice but to turn their horses around and grit their teeth to follow.

Sun Jian was truly ruthless this time. He took the lead, wielding his broadsword like a windmill, slashing left and right, killing seven or eight Xianbei cavalrymen in succession.

Wu Jing and his men followed closely behind, and with a fierce attack, they managed to scatter the pursuing troops.

Cheng Pu stabbed a Xianbei cavalryman off his horse, and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling slightly better.

Cheng Pu was really unlucky.

He had been fleeing with Zang Min when, halfway there, his horse's hoof stepped into a ground squirrel's hole, breaking its leg and throwing him far away.

Before he could even get to his feet and stand properly, a group of Xianbei people rushed over. He drew his sword, cut down the two fastest ones, and ran away as fast as he could.

But two legs can't outrun four legs, and he was about to die when he was fortunately rescued by Sun Jian's men from the Xianbei's blade.

After defeating the Xianbei pursuers, Sun Jian laughed heartily, as if venting his pent-up frustration.

He then looked around, suddenly brandished his knife, and said fiercely, "I'm not running anymore! Head north!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Sun Jian's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "You've fought so many battles, and this is the first time I've felt so humiliated. That old scoundrel Tan Shihuai wants to fight? Then go to his hometown and set a fire!"

At Sun Jian's insistence, the group began heading north, and surprisingly, they did not encounter any Xianbei cavalry along the way, which went smoothly.

After walking for more than twenty miles, they suddenly saw that the sky ahead was bright red, as if a great fire had broken out.

"That's...the direction of Tanhan Mountain?" Sun Jian straightened up on his horse, puzzled. "That's strange. Could it be that someone beat you to it and did what you wanted to do?"

He became increasingly suspicious and urged his men to hurry on their way.

After walking for a while, they bumped into a group of fleeing Xianbei people, old and young, driving cattle and sheep and carrying pots and pans, crowding together in a chaotic mess on the road.

Sun Jian immediately noticed several people with white skin and blond hair inside.

They're Yellow-Headed Xianbei!

A surge of anger welled up inside him.

If these people hadn't held up the army on Wild Wolf Mountain for so many days, they would have already reached Tanhan Mountain. Why would they have been ambushed and killed by that old dog Tan Shihuai halfway?

"Kill them!" Sun Jian shouted without hesitation, drawing his sword and charging forward.

Wu Jing, Sun Jing, Cheng Pu, and others followed suit, hacking wildly, specifically targeting the Yellow-Headed Xianbei.

Before those yellow-headed Xianbei could figure out what was going on, they were hacked to the ground.

The rest of the Xianbei were terrified; some ran away as fast as they could, while others fell to their knees with a thud, their heads hitting the ground repeatedly.

Sun Jian sheathed his sword and dismounted.

He grabbed a Xianbei man dressed like a minor leader, held a knife to his neck, and shouted, "Speak! What happened to Tanhan Mountain? Who set it on fire?"

The leader, trembling and stammering, recounted the Han Chinese raid on the royal court the previous night.

Upon hearing this, Sun Jian threw his head back and laughed heartily: "Excellent! Excellent! I wonder which hero has come up with the same idea as you!"

As soon as he let go, the Xianbei chieftain collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked.

Sun Jian mounted his horse and brandished his sword to the north: "Let's go! Let's go see! And while we're at it, let's get to know that hero!"

Just as he was about to urge his horse on, he caught a glimpse of a person kneeling on the ground out of the corner of his eye.

She was a yellow-haired Xianbei woman with fair skin and blue eyes. She trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, yet she possessed a captivating appearance that made it impossible to look away.

Sun Jian's heart stirred, and he leaned over, picked up the woman, and put her on the horse's back.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to scream; she just trembled.

Sun Jian slapped her buttocks with his big hand, saying nothing, only feeling the firm and bouncy sensation under his palm.

My mood improved a bit.

"Giddy up!" He spurred his horse and, with the woman on its back, galloped toward the firelight.