Chapter 27, Xu San Guang

  "What a weirdo." After gnawing on two mouthfuls of dry biscuits, Zhang Fei almost threw up. Xue Cheng and the others were also from poor backgrounds, seeing Xu Feng like this, they followed suit and started eating as well.

  After dinner, they chatted for a while and unknowingly talked about the invasion of the Northern Xianbei Xiongnu. According to Zhao Tianhe and his wife, every now and then, there would be invasions by foreign tribes. These people were all cavalrymen riding tall horses, coming like the wind and leaving without a trace, with swift and fierce speed, making it impossible to defend against them. The imperial court had surrounded and attacked them several times but returned without success. In the end, they turned a blind eye to these Xianbei Xiongnu barbarians, letting them run amok, ignoring their evil deeds. As a result, this only further encouraged the arrogance of these Xianbei Xiongnu people, who not only robbed and plundered but also set fires and killed people, committing all sorts of atrocities with extreme cruelty.

  "What kind of dynasty is this, what nonsense! It seems that it's not even necessary for you to exist. Don't worry, with me Xu Feng here, I will never let these foreign tribes be so arrogant." Xu Feng slammed his fist on the table and roared in anger. Throughout history, the Xiongnu and Xianbei have repeatedly invaded our borders, their evil deeds are notorious, it's simply intolerable. If not for the need to send troops to Yingchuan to rescue the besieged army of Bo Cai, Xu Feng would have led his troops north to kill off these despicable and shameless villains.

  Xu Feng's anger surged to the sky, he looked up towards the north and said in a loud voice

  The wind is from the dragon, the cloud is from the tiger, and fame and fortune are as dust and earth.

  Gazing out at the divine land, the common people are suffering, a thousand miles of fertile soil all withered and barren.

  Look at the world, all the way to the land of the nomadic tribes, the heavenly path is incomplete and a common man makes up for it.

  A good son, apart from his parents, is for the sake of all living things, not just for himself.

  With ninety-nine beheadings by sword in hand, I will stop only when all barbarians are killed.

  I was originally a dignified man, how can I be a horse or cow for the Tartars?

  A brave warrior drains his cup of wine, embarking on a thousand-mile journey without looking back.

  The drums and bells sound together, the crowd roars, without breaking the oath of the Yellow Dragon, they will not rest.

  "What a great saying, holding a steel knife for ninety-nine years, killing all the barbarians before putting down their arms. General Xu, with your words, I, Zhao Tianhe, believe that one day, the Xianbei and Xiongnu will surely be defeated by your Yellow Turban Army."

  "Isn't it a retreat? It's to eliminate future troubles. I hope the strong man will tell his lord that I, Xu Feng, have been here. In the future, when he comes down from the mountain, I hope he can join my Yellow Turbans and make achievements in this chaotic world, protect his family and defend the country."

  "Definitely."

  "Goodbye."

  Time was already running out, and Zhao Yun wasn't home either. Xu Feng didn't want to delay any further, so they hastily bid farewell to Zhao Yun's parents, and everyone mounted their horses, whipping them into a gallop as they rushed back to their camp.

  "Feng Ge, are you really going to take action against the Xianbei Xiongnu?" On the way, seeing Xu Feng's gloomy face and furious expression, Xue Cheng asked curiously.

  "Nature."

  "I, Xue Cheng, have long been displeased with these foreign tribes. With Brother Feng's words, I consider it my duty to take up this great sword in my hand and slaughter all of these shameless foreign bandits, leaving not a single one alive."

  "Count me in too." Ma Wu chimed in.

  "How can this matter be settled without me, Zhang Fei Zhang Yide?" Zhang Fei hastily agreed and thought back to the poem Xu Feng had recited earlier. He was deeply moved by it. This Xu Feng was brave, strategic, talented in both literature and martial arts, with grand ambitions and a heart that embraced the world. Thinking about his previous misunderstandings of him, Zhang Fei's face turned red with shame and guilt.

  "Alright, brothers unite, our strength can cut through metal. Once we overthrow the corrupt government, it will be the end of these rebels. Just wait and see, I, Xu Feng, always keep my word and will not let them off lightly." Seeing his brothers by his side, enthusiastically supporting him, each filled with righteous indignation and fervor, Xu Feng felt deeply gratified.

  After returning to the camp, they rested for half a day. On the second day, at dawn, the three armies set out again, heading south from Changshan. Everywhere they looked, fields were desolate and dry, refugees were homeless, and there were graves and corpses along the road. The scene was too tragic to behold. Xu Feng thought of his own experiences as a refugee and felt deeply moved. Although their food and money were limited, Xu Feng still took out half of it to give to these people. With 20,000 people marching south, after half a month, Xu Feng's army had swelled to 50,000, mostly refugees who joined along the way.

  "Xu Feng, if things go on like this, it won't work. With over 50,000 people, feeding them and the horses every day is an astronomical expense. If we don't think of a solution soon, I'm afraid it will be too late."

  "Haha, what we're holding in our hands aren't fire tongs, do I need to remind you? Whatever needs to be done, will be done." Xu Feng said with a loud laugh.

  "Really? I thought that after your strict military discipline, you wouldn't let your soldiers plunder the rich anymore?" Zhou Cang joked.

  "Go ahead, don't be polite to these corrupt officials."

  Along the way, the 50,000-strong army continuously broke through cities and plundered, with outstanding military achievements, and looted countless money and grain.

  The Yellow Turbans swept through like autumn wind, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. In Pingzhou and Jizhou, they stirred up whirlwinds of plunder and pillage. However, Xu Feng strictly ordered his troops not to disturb the civilians or harm the innocent. For those who remained, the Yellow Turbans were a nightmare come true. They would burst into homes in the dead of night, slaughtering dozens of people, ransacking every room, leaving nothing but bare walls behind. If you were lucky, they might spare your bedclothes.

  The rich were robbed and left naked, without even clothes to wear. The officials, without being clear about their guilt or innocence, were hanged at the city gate for passersby to watch and admire.

  Xu Feng instantly became a household name and a famous figure throughout the land - Xu San Guang, evil thief who kills all, steals all money and grain, and divides everything.

  Three Glories is not the Japanese burning, killing and looting Three Glories. As a necessary strategic material, Xu Feng has no reason not to loot money and grain.

  Many corrupt officials and evil gentry, with their hands stained with the blood of the people, have extorted and oppressed the people's blood and sweat, there is no reason not to kill them all.

  Things that can't be taken away, it's a pity to burn them. Xufeng isn't so stupid, if they can't be taken away, he'll distribute them nearby to those poor people.

  Comrade Xu Feng's famous saying: Treat brothers like spring warmth, treat Huangjin like summer heat, treat corrupt officials like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and treat the rotten imperial court like a ruthless winter.

  In less than a month, Xu San Guang's name was known throughout the northern regions. To the common people, he was a heroic savior who rescued them from danger and hardship. To the wicked, he was a ruthless butcher who killed without blinking an eye. To corrupt officials, he was their worst nightmare that kept them awake all night. It is said that many corrupt officials were so afraid of being persecuted by Xu San Guang that they moved house repeatedly, employing the tactic of the cunning rabbit with three burrows, and even slept with their valuable treasures and pearls in their arms, fearing that when they woke up, everything would be gone.

  The Fire Phoenix sitting in the large tent of Feng Huang Village, after hearing the news about Xu Feng brought back by its subordinates, slightly curled up the corners of its mouth, revealing a hint of sinister smile. "Xu San Guang, I didn't expect that in just a few days, you would become so famous, what a loud name it is! I told you, I will find you again, next time when we meet, I won't be lenient anymore."

  "Don't let the villain escape, brothers, charge and kill!" Just as they entered the border of Chenliu, when everyone was resting in camp, a shout suddenly came from afar, Xu Feng's ears perked up, his tiger eyes widened, and he rushed to the sentry beside him, "Go take a look, what happened ahead? Who shouted?"

  "...yes!" The sentry saluted Xu Feng respectfully, then hastily opened his legs and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.