Chapter Fifteen, Liu Bei Takes His Rest

  "Liu Bei, didn't you and your two brothers swear an oath in the past to share good fortune and bad together, not wanting to live together but willing to die together? What's this, are you going to abandon your two brothers and escape on your own? Haha, Liu Bei, you're really doing a great job as the eldest brother, I'm impressed." Looking at Liu Bei fleeing in panic, Xu Feng laughed loudly and scornfully.

  "Liu Bei's face turned iron blue with rage, almost falling to the ground. Xu Feng was not only sinister and cunning, but also vicious in his insults. Liu Bei turned around, his face alternating between pale and red, his trembling fingers pointing at Xu Feng, unable to utter a word for a long time."

  "Get him, don't let the big-eared thief escape!" Xu Feng shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him.

  When he heard the three words "Big Ears Bandit", Liu Bei almost fainted from anger.

  "Yes." The crowd responded in unison and rushed towards Liu Bei, who was fleeing, like wolves and tigers.

  "Guan Yu is here, you dare not harm my brother." Guan Yu rushed forward and blocked the way of the crowd with his horizontal sword.

  Zhang Fei didn't show any weakness either. With a long spear, he made a horizontal sweep and knocked down the nearby Yellow Turbans. One in front and one behind, they stood behind Guan Yu's body.

  "Since you're willing to die, I'll fulfill your wish, kill me." Although Xu Feng admired heroes and good men, he also knew that this was not the time for star-chasing or idolizing. This was a world where people ate each other, and if one's heart was too soft, they would suffer later on. Liu Bei would definitely become an enemy, and even if he killed him, he wouldn't choose to surrender to the Yellow Turbans. After all, Liu Bei carried the heavenly banner of the Han imperial family, and if he surrendered, there would be no more title of "Liu the Uncle".

  Zhang Fei wielded his long spear, charging and killing in the crowd, while staring at Xu Feng to assess him. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few days, this kid had become a general of the Yellow Turbans, with armor and all. Judging from his appearance, he must hold a high position in the Yellow Turbans. No need... A smile played on Zhang Fei's lips as he used both arms to exert force, the spearhead touching the ground for an instant before his body flipped backwards several times, shooting towards Xu Feng at incredible speed.

  "Clang!" A loud crash like a meteor hitting the earth, Xu Feng's long spear and Zhang Fei's zhangba snake halberd collided heavily. Xu Feng was on horseback, with the advantage of his warhorse, while Zhang Fei had been through three days of continuous bitter battles, and was already physically and mentally exhausted, his strength weakened. Zhang Fei's legs shook, and his body involuntarily retreated three steps, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Xu Feng, who cursed in a tone of unwilling submission: "Despicable scoundrel! If not for Third Brother's clever trick, you would be dead beyond a doubt today!"

  "Zhang Fei, you and I are on different sides. You say I'm despicable? Should we clean our necks and line up for you to slaughter us in order to be selfless and just? War is a treacherous way, as the saying goes: 'An army has no use for integrity.' One-on-one with you, wouldn't that be going against your own principles?" Xu Feng rebuked him righteously.

  "Zhang Fei was momentarily speechless, having nothing to say in response to Xu Feng's words."

  "Take him down." Xu Feng didn't hesitate for a moment, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of axe-wielding men rushed over to subdue Zhang Fei. Zhang Fei shook his spear and unleashed a Night Battle Eight Directions move, scattering the crowd. Guan Yu shouted from behind, "Second Brother, this place is not suitable for us to stay long, let's retreat quickly! After all, Big Brother has already escaped."

  Guan Yu nodded in agreement, "Alright, let's go." The two of them rushed towards the direction Liu Bei had escaped in, their legs moving as fast as they could. When they encountered the Yellow Turbans who were blocking their way, they fought desperately to clear a path, and took advantage of the opportunity to seize two warhorses. They immediately mounted the horses and galloped towards Dabie Mountain.

  "Huh..." Xu Feng let out a deep breath and hastily urged his horse to catch up.

  Liu Bei and Zuo Jing, the two of them had just escaped into Daxing Mountain, not even having time to catch their breath, when all around a thunderous shout rose up, Xue Cheng was the first to charge forward, waving his steel knife as he came down, "As expected, Peak Brother's prediction was spot on, Liu Bei has indeed fled to Daxing Mountain, with me Xue Cheng here, today I must capture this man."

  "Ah..." Looking at the Yellow Turbans rushing down from all over the mountain, Zou Jing's legs went soft and he fell to the ground with a thud, "What's to be done now?"

  Liu Bei panted heavily and looked around, hoping to find an opportunity to escape.

  "Kill!" Xue Cheng and the others rushed to the two men in the blink of an eye, with a wave of his hand, the crowd formed a encirclement, heavily surrounding the two men in the center.

  "Take it down."

  "Xuande save me." Zou Jing didn't even have time to stand up before he was surrounded by several Yellow Turbans, and hastily rushed to Liu Bei for help.

  Liu Bei wielded the twin swords in his hands with great force, casting a glance at Zou Jing, and let out a sigh of helplessness. He gritted his teeth and fought off several Yellow Turbans who were closing in, desperately fleeing to one side.

  "Xuande..." Along with Zou Jing's desperate loud cry, several knife-wielding men, a flurry of punches and kicks, brutally subdued Zou Jing.

  "Want to leave? Is that possible?" Hou San rushed over, brandishing his ghost-headed knife and charged at Liu Bei with a fierce momentum.

  "Get out of the way." Liu Bei was like a madman, swinging his twin swords wildly in all directions. However, the Yellow Turbans came at him like a tidal wave, making it difficult for him to move an inch. His limbs were already weak, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, the precious sword in his hand also felt heavier, his movements slower and slower. Unprepared, he was ambushed by Hou San, who struck him on the right shoulder with one blow. Liu Bei let out a muffled groan, his body swaying to the left and right, almost falling over.

  "Still quite hard, indeed worthy of Brother Feng's key capture." Looking at Liu Bei, who was still struggling to support himself with blood flowing from his shoulder, Hou San couldn't help but praise him. But the next sentence completely made Liu Bei despair. "Brother Feng's divine calculation not only made you all exhausted for several days, but also expected that you would escape to this Dahang Mountain, so he ordered my three brothers and I to lead six thousand elite soldiers to wait for your arrival, Liu Bei. Today, you can't fly away with wings, Brother Feng said, regardless of life or death, if we can't capture you alive, dead will do, kill him!"

  It turned out that all of this was arranged by Xufeng, such a clever plan, such wisdom. As an opponent, Liu Bei couldn't help but admire him. Looking at the Yellow Turbans scattered across the mountains and fields, Liu Bei let out a long sigh: "Could it be that heaven wants to destroy me?"

  The heavens didn't have time to intervene, and in the brief moment of distraction, Liu Bei was stabbed again. He stumbled and fell to his knees, and Hou Sen took three steps forward, raised his knife, and aimed at Liu Bei's injured arm once more. The cold steel glinted in the sunlight, casting an eerie glow that sent shivers down people's spines. Just as Liu Bei tried to dodge, two soldiers pinned him down from either side, holding his shoulders in place. Liu Bei let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. "I am doomed," he said, his voice laced with despair.

  "Stop, I'll take care of my brother!" Just as the voice fell, Zhang Fei and another man arrived on horseback, chasing in the direction Liu Bei had fled. They saw Hou San about to deliver a fatal blow to Liu Bei, so Zhang Fei hastily shouted loudly. Before his words were finished, he threw the long spear in his hand with great force at Hou San. The spear flew straight and fast like a javelin in modern athletic competitions, heading directly for Hou San. Hou San was caught off guard and couldn't dodge the extremely swift spear. With a thud, the spear pierced Hou San's chest and, due to its massive inertia, pinned him to a large tree not far behind him.