Chapter 36: Liu Xuande Rescues Dong Zhuo

  It's been almost half a month since the Southern Army broke through Wan City, and their victory has put great pressure on Lu Zhi, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Army. Since taking office, Lu Zhi has been diligent and conscientious, and Zhang Jiao has been defeated at every turn, eventually retreating to Guangzong County.

  Although the Yellow Turbans were a motley crew, Zhang Jue surprisingly used a divine power called "sprouting beans into soldiers", which was said to have borrowed 500 Yellow Turban warriors from the heavens. These warriors were impervious to swords and spears, and had boundless strength. The Northern Route Army launched multiple fierce attacks but failed to breach Guangzong City.

  Lu Zhi's depression in the Northern Route Army has continued to this day. Some time ago, the Emperor sent a small yellow gate called Zuo Feng to supervise the army, but who knew that this guy was a scoundrel? In broad daylight, he actually asked for bribes from himself, and as a result, he was scolded by himself, scared and fled back to Luoyang with his tail between his legs. But unexpectedly, the Emperor believed the slander of that little man, and instead of rewarding him for forcing Huangjin to Guangzong, he received a pair of handcuffs.

  "Teacher, I just can't understand it. You've been so dedicated and hardworking, why would the Emperor believe those slanderous words from that little man." The person speaking had ears that reached their shoulders and hands that extended past their knees, grasping onto the prison cart. This person was truly someone who could easily make others remember them, if they were placed in a later generation, who knows how many people would envy them, having ears that reach past their shoulders is just too auspicious.

  "Enough, Zhendu! The Emperor must have his reasons for replacing me with Dong Zhuo. I'm worried about this Dong Zhuo, who was defeated by Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao in Heyang. If he takes over as the commander of the northern route army, I fear that all our efforts will be undone. Zhendu, you must do your best to assist Dong Zhuo and preserve the situation we've worked so hard to establish. If Zhang Jue were to rebel again, we'd all be held accountable! Alas, I hope Huangfu Yi arrives soon to take over as commander of the northern route army; only then can I rest easy." Lu Zhi stood in his prison cart, filled with indignation and sorrow.

  "Teacher, as long as you say a word now, Liu Bei will rescue the teacher immediately. With the prestige of the teacher in the Northern Road Army, the generals under his command will definitely support you." Liu Bei grabbed the prison cart.

  "Xuande, are you trying to harm me? Remembering the words of our master, protect the situation we've worked hard to establish and leave quickly!!!” Lu Zhi said with discontent in his heart. His disciple was good at everything except being too calculating. When he followed him to learn before, he didn't study knowledge but liked wearing expensive clothes and socializing with powerful people. But even Lu Zhi didn't expect that he would dare say such treasonous words, plotting rebellion was something Lu Zhi would never do.

  "Big brother, let's go back, Lu Gong has been taken away." The dark-faced man behind Liu Bei said.

  "Heaven, why are you so unfair? I, Liu Bei, am a descendant of the Zhongshan Jing King and a relative of the Han imperial family. I had hoped that the Yellow Turban Rebellion would be an opportunity for me to make a name for myself, but instead I have been restricted at every turn. It's not easy to follow in my teacher's footsteps, and now he has been falsely accused and thrown into prison. What are we supposed to do?" Liu Bei exclaimed loudly.

  "Big brother, don't lose heart, we brothers are still here. The three of us will work together and definitely achieve great things." The red-faced man and the black-faced man rushed up to say in unison.

  Liu Bei came to his senses and thought, "Right! I still have these two brothers. With the abilities of my brothers and me, we don't necessarily need to rely on others to make a name for ourselves."

  "Yes, elder brother still has two younger brothers. Let us three brothers work together in harmony. Come on, let's return to the military camp." Liu Bei was once again filled with ambition and courage by his two brothers' words.

  Liu Bei and his two sworn brothers were riding their horses when they found that there seemed to be two armies fighting in front of them, one of which was already on the verge of collapse, with some breaches appearing in its formation. They saw a very majestic and powerful man riding a precious horse under the great flag of one of the camps, scolding and shouting, while the surrounding generals were all nodding and afraid of him.

  "Dong Zhuo, surrender quickly! Haha... I know you're the acting commander of the Northern Route Army now. If we capture you, what will happen to this Northern Route Army?" said a leader-like figure from the Yellow Turban camp.

  "Zhang Liao, you're just farting through your mouth, if you've got the guts, come and catch me, otherwise stop chattering like a woman." said Dong Zhuo.

  This sturdy man turned out to be Dong Zhuo. Liu Bei's mind was racing, and he quickly realized that this was his opportunity, and he must seize it.

  "Two brothers, that is the newly appointed Northern Route Army Lieutenant General Dong Zhuo. The Yellow Turbans actually want to capture Lord Dong to threaten our Northern Army. We must rush down quickly and rescue Lord Dong. We absolutely cannot let the Yellow Turbans succeed."

  "Alright, big brother, we brothers will listen to you. Tell us how to save him." The dark-faced man said, and the red-faced man only stroked his beard repeatedly without speaking, but his eyes also conveyed this meaning.

  "Two brothers, let's charge down from the middle of the mountain and disrupt the Yellow Turbans' formation. That way, Lord Dong should be able to regain his strength, let's go up."

  Two groups of people were fighting enthusiastically, when suddenly three men rushed out from the side of the mountain. One held a double-edged sword, one held an eight-foot-long spear, and one carried a green dragon broadsword, charging down the mountain.

  Zhang Liang also noticed three people rushing down from the mountain, but what could they do, Zhang Liang didn't take it seriously.

  Zhang Liang's attitude made Guan Yu very displeased. He snorted, "You little golden thief, I'll let you experience the might of General Guan soon." As he thought about it, a green flame burst out from his body, and surprisingly, he had already employed the Soul of Martial Arts.

  "Qīng Lóng Mì Jì · Guǐ Kū Láng Háo." A low, muffled voice roared out of Guan Yu's mouth. The large knife in his hand spun smoothly, and a green dragon flew out from the knife, flying towards the Yellow Turban army with its teeth bared and claws extended. With a loud crash, over a hundred Yellow Turban shield-bearing soldiers who had been waiting in formation were instantly killed. Zhang Fei, the robust black-faced man, was similarly powerful, except that his body emitted black flames, while his martial spirit was an ebony water snake. Liu Bei, on the other hand, was much weaker, with only ordinary yellow flames.

  "Green Dragon Martial Soul, Red Water Black Snake, are the Super Martial Souls of this era just for show? Two can appear anywhere." Zhang Liang was stunned. Only top-notch martial generals would have Super Martial Souls, anyone with common sense knows that, but in this one gathering, two top-notch martial generals appeared, is heaven trying to destroy me, Huang Jin?

  No wonder the other side dared to rush into the camp with just three people. Moreover, in a short while, they annihilated more than 300 people on this side.

  "Xiao Bao, you lead a thousand Yellow Turban warriors to hold off these three men. Replace Second Brother and capture Dong Zhuo, then go help him." Zhang Liang said.

  "Second brother, you can rest assured and go collect that Dong Zhuo. These three are mine to deal with. It's been a while since I've met such skilled opponents, and if I can kill that red-faced man and take his martial soul, it'll be even more perfect." Zhang Bao licked the blade of his large knife.

  "You three prepare to die! It's your good fortune to be killed by me, Zhang Bao. Yellow Turban Secret Technique: Hundred Ghosts Rushing Forward."