Your Majesty, please spare Diao Chan; your yang energy is too strong.

Borrowing troops, huh!

It's naturally impossible to haggle like in a business transaction.

This is a matter of personal relationships.

You can only accept whatever amount the other party is willing to offer.

You cannot bargain.

After all, there's a saying that goes,

Lending you money is a favor, not lending it is my right.

They're already being kind by lending you money, and you're complaining it's not enough?

That's incredibly tactless.

However, five thousand people is enough.

As far as he knew, Yuan Xi only had a total of 10,000 soldiers.

Of these, three thousand were cavalry and seven thousand were infantry.

It looks very powerful.

Even with the five thousand soldiers Zhang Yan gave him, he would only have six thousand five hundred men.

The difference is nearly one-third.

But we can't look at things that way.

Calculating mentally and unintentionally.

Even 800 can defeat 100,000.

Moreover, the two sides have similar numbers of troops.

Not to mention that he still has two SS cards under his command.

Both Zhang Liao and Zhao Yun were renowned warriors throughout history.

Even with only Liu Bei's son, Liu Shan, Zhao Yun was able to fight his way in and out of Cao Cao's 830,000-strong army seven times.

Now, alone on horseback, he captured Yuan Xi alive amidst ten thousand soldiers.

That's not too much to ask!

Zhang Liao's eight hundred men were enough to intimidate Xiaoyao Ford.

They annihilated Sun Quan's 100,000-strong army in one fell swoop.

I have seven hundred cavalrymen here.

You don't need to crush 100,000 enemy troops; scattering the enemy's 3,000 cavalry shouldn't be too much of a problem.

As for the other infantry, they can be left to Zhang Yan's men.

Eight hundred elite troops protected themselves.

That makes perfect sense.

Zhou Heng was secretly making plans in his mind.

The advantage is in our hands in this battle.

If you're intentionally trying to outmaneuver someone who isn't, it's unlikely to succeed unless the opponent has an SS card of the same level.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to resist.

However, as far as he knew, only the Four Pillars of Hebei under Yuan Shao were called S-rank cards.

Among them, Yan Liang and Wen Chou now reside in Youzhou.

They were constantly on guard against Gongsun Zan's counterattack.

Only Gao Lan and Zhang He remained.

These two men were considered top-tier generals, excelling in both commanding troops and other aspects.

However, in terms of martial prowess, he is no match for Zhao Yun.

In terms of commanding troops, he was at best on par with Zhang Liao, only about equal.

Besides, it's just a wedding procession; the other party might not even bring these two important people with them.

They were not afraid at all.

As for other fierce generals, such as Chunyu Qiong and Han Meng, etc.

The name sounds very impressive.

But in reality, ability is just that one thing.

If that's the case, then what's there to be afraid of?

"Brother Zhou, please don't be offended. It's not that I don't want to lend, it's just that too many people would be inconvenient."

"If that attracts Yuan Shao's attention, I will feel extremely guilty."

Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Five thousand people is a lot, but he didn't think it was enough to do anything earth-shattering.

Zhou Heng wouldn't be so unwise.

"I am already extremely honored that Brother Zhang is willing to lend it to me."

"I will never have any complaints in my heart."

"Come, come, let's not talk about these things anymore, let's drink this cup."

Zhou Heng waved his hand.

He immediately picked up his wine glass and drank with Zhang Yan.

"I've heard that Brother Zhang is also from Changshan, and Zilong is my wife's elder brother, who is also from Changshan Zhending."

"It just so happens that Brother Zhang and I are from the same hometown."

Zhou Heng then introduced Zhao Yun.

He was indeed planning to use Zhao Yun to hold off Zhang Yan, so as to create a good opportunity for himself.

"Oh, really?"

Zhang Yan was overjoyed.

"I am from Zhao Family Village, Zhen Ding, Changshan. I do not know General Zhang..."

Zhao Yun quickly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Haha, what a fellow villager! I am from Zhangjia Village, Zhending, Changshan."

"Hahaha, I never expected to meet a fellow villager in these chaotic times, in the Taihang Mountains. It is truly a great fortune in my life. We met by chance, and I am now an old friend in a foreign land. Come, come, let's drink until we're drunk!"

Zhang Yan was overjoyed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"please."

"Alas, it has been several years since Yan followed General Tiangong in the uprising, but he has not returned to his hometown. I wonder if you, brother, could tell me about his hometown?"

"I have my wish, but I dare not ask for my ear."

"........."

As Zhao Yun recounted the story.

By this time, the two had become quite engrossed in their conversation.

Zhang Yan joined General Zhang Jiao in his uprising and was later noticed by Zhang Niujiao.

Commander of the Black Mountain Army.

It has been many years now.

Over the years, the Yellow Turban Rebellion has faded into obscurity.

He has been tirelessly working to ensure the survival of the Black Mountain Army.

He rarely returns to his hometown.

No, that's not it. He doesn't want to go back.

The main reason is that his current status and position do not allow it.

Why did he want to go to war with Yuan Shao to seize control of Ji Province?

A major reason for this was the desire to have a base of operations.

Ideally, we should be able to retake our homeland.

However, Jizhou became famous in one battle, and the Black Mountain Army suffered a great defeat.

Left with no other choice, they had to flee to the Taihang Mountains.

It has been many years since I last returned to Changshan.

Now I meet an old friend in a foreign land.

Listening to interesting stories about my hometown, I imagined scenes from my hometown in my mind.

How could this not make him tremble with excitement?

He gradually became obsessed with it.

"I have heard that under the command of General Zhang Jiao, there is a woman named Zhang Ning, whose beauty is so stunning that it could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face and flowers blush."

"Rumor has it that she is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"I too am drawn to that place."

"It's just that I've never had the chance."

"To be able to see the Emperor's face today is truly a blessing from Heaven."

"Now I understand that there are no undeserving people with great reputations, and how short-sighted the world is."

"With your beauty, even a fairy from the heavens might not be able to match you by a fraction."

"She seems like the moon hidden in the blue clouds, drifting like swirling snow in the wind."

"The beauty of this young lady is no less than that of the most beautiful woman in the world."

Zhou Heng, holding a wine glass, slowly approached Zhang Ning and smiled.

"Please forgive me, sir. I am but a plain and unattractive woman. How could I possibly deserve such praise from you?"

Zhang Ning's face flushed slightly.

Actually, she didn't want to attend such a banquet.

After all, she was a woman; how could she possibly show her face in public?

Zhang Yan said.

The people who came this time were their comrades-in-arms from the Yellow Turban Army.

Zhang Ning is now the Holy Maiden of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

If they were present, they could actually bring back those Yellow Turban brothers who had been scattered and lost.

Even if the glory of the Great Teacher cannot be reproduced at that time.

This can also strengthen the confidence of the Yellow Turbans across the land.

The Yellow Turban Army is not finished yet.

Although the Heavenly General has been defeated, they still have the Holy Maiden.

There is still hope for them.

Left with no other choice, Zhang Ning had to attend.

I originally thought it would just be a simple banquet.

But Zhou Heng was so audacious and reckless.

While Zhang Yan was distracted and her mind was drawn to the scenery of Zhao Yun's hometown, they took advantage of the moment.

He approached us with a wine glass in hand, trying to strike up a conversation.

How could a young woman like her possibly resist such a lecherous rogue?

But ironically, she didn't dislike this philanderer.

Instead, her face flushed red from the other person's teasing words.

My heart trembled slightly.