Three Kingdoms: Mistakenly Becoming Liu Bei's Adoptive Father at the Start

Seeing Zu Mao die on the battlefield, Sun Jian's eyes widened in fury. He drew his ancient sword and spurred his horse to charge into the enemy lines.

"My lord, you mustn't!" Cheng Pu and Huang Gai grabbed Sun Jian's reins tightly from the left and right, while Han Dang blocked Sun Jian's horse from the side.

"Those who block my way will be killed!"

Sun Jian roared in fury, determined to avenge Zu Mao.

"My lord!" Cheng Pu cried out sternly, his eyes filled with tears. "Zumao is gone. If anything were to happen to you, how could we face our old lord in the afterlife!"

Sun Jian trembled all over.

Huang Gai knelt down in front of the horse with a thud, raised his head and shouted sternly, "If my lord leaves, execute Huang Gai first!"

Sun Jian paused, his blade momentarily still.

Without further hesitation, Cheng Pu shouted sternly, "All generals, heed my command!"

He spurred his horse, and Huang Gai and Han Dang followed suit.

Three riders charged out together.

He wasn't charging into battle with Sun Jian; he was dying in Sun Jian's place.

"Gongfu! Yigong! Come back!" Sun Jian shouted sternly.

The three generals went without hesitation and did not look back.

Lu Bu looked at the three riders approaching and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"A war of attrition?" Lu Bu laughed heartily. "That would save you trouble."

Cheng Pu was the first to arrive.

The Iron-Spined Serpent Spear pierced straight through the wind, its tip aimed directly at Lü Bu's throat!

He suppressed that one shot for twenty years.

From the border fortress of Youzhou to the water fortress of Jiangdong, from captain to general, never before had such a resolute spear been used.

Lü Bu sidestepped and parried with his halberd.

"clang!"

Cheng Pu's tiger's mouth trembled violently, and the spear almost slipped from his hand, but he held on tightly, twisted his body and stabbed again!

The second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot—

Every shot was a life-or-death struggle.

Lu Bu's brow twitched slightly.

This person didn't come to fight him.

They're here to stall him.

Before the thought could even form, a strong gust of wind swept in from the left flank!

Huang Gai's iron whip, with the force of wind and thunder, struck Lü Bu in the back!

This whip strike was powerful and fierce; if it landed squarely, even Red Hare would stagger.

Lu Bu slightly shifted to the side, and Huang Gai's iron whip grazed his ribs, the whip's wind causing the hem of his robe to flutter loudly.

at the same time,

Lu Bu reversed his halberd, the tail of which, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, struck Huang Gai's helmet squarely.

"Bang!"

The iron helmet flew more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before landing and rolling several times.

Huang Gai's hair was disheveled, and blood was streaming down his forehead, but he did not retreat an inch and raised his iron whip again!

"You old bastard, you still have two more hits to go."

Lu Bu's tone remained indifferent, but his halberd swept across the room with effortless speed.

This scan, however, unexpectedly swept towards Cheng Pu!

Cheng Pu parried with his spear, and the clash of halberds and spears produced a metallic clang that made one's eardrums ache.

Cheng Pu gritted his teeth and tried to endure it, but a tearing pain shot through his shoulder blade.

Although the halberd blade did not strike him directly, the overwhelming force had already penetrated through the spear and entered his right shoulder.

Cheng Pu groaned, barely able to hold onto the spear. Half of his body went numb instantly, and blood flowed down his arm, staining half of his battle robe red.

"Virtue and strategy!"

Han Dang's eyes widened in fury.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. Taking advantage of Lü Bu's two moves and his exhaustion, Han Dang spurred his horse straight into the center of the army!

The spear, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, aimed straight at Lü Bu's heart!

Guns are fast, but horses are even faster.

The spear tip was less than three feet from Lü Bu's chest when he saw Lü Bu's leopard eyes.

There was no panic, no dodging.

There's just one thing... I'm not patient.

The halberd turned back.

The halberd blade sliced ​​across Han Dang's thigh, deep enough to expose bone, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Han Dang grunted, and the momentum of his spear dissipated instantly.

Lu Bu didn't even look; with a swift motion, he swung his halberd and was about to drag Han Dang off his horse.

"You scoundrel, how dare you!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Han Dang, with one leg hanging from the stirrup and blood gushing out, still gripped the spear shaft tightly and stabbed Lü Bu's horse in the belly from below.

All three generals were wounded, yet they did not retreat.

Lu Bu finally put away his slight contempt.

Sun Jian saw this clearly from within the formation.

If they were to fight again, all three generals would surely perish under Lü Bu's halberd!

......

On the other side, in Liu Bei's camp.

Sun Jian's sudden appearance completely disrupted Liu Liang's plans.

He originally planned to lure Lü Bu into advancing recklessly, with Zhao Yun holding Lü Bu back for more than thirty rounds, and then Guan Yu and Zhang Fei attacking the flank of Lü Bu's central army. Unexpectedly, Sun Jian, in order to repay a debt of gratitude and avenge his humiliation, suddenly made his move.

At this moment, chaos reigned on the battlefield: Zu Mao had been slain, and Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, and Han Dang were attacking Lü Bu, but they were still retreating step by step and were about to be completely routed.

Liu Liang made a quick decision, turning to Zhao Yun and saying in a deep voice, "Zilong, go quickly, don't be greedy for battle. Just lure him here."

Zhao Yun had already prepared to set off. Upon receiving the order, he nodded without saying a word, spurred his horse, and the white steed shot off like an arrow, piercing straight into the heart of the formation.

With the silver spear held horizontally and the stirrups firmly planted, the white horse galloped through the chaos of Sun Jian's retreating troops.

Cheng Pu's right shoulder slumped, his spear planted firmly on the ground, and he was already half-kneeling.

Huang Gai's forehead was smeared with blood on half his face, yet he still raised his whip.

Han Dang was struck in the leg by a halberd, and blood flowed into his boot.

Zhao Yun galloped past the three generals.

Lu Bu sheathed his halberd, and beneath the hooves of Red Hare lay Zu Mao's mangled corpse.

Just as I looked up, I suddenly saw a white horse breaking through the formation, clad in silver armor and a white robe, its spear held like a rainbow.

"Oh?" Lü Bu placed his halberd horizontally on his saddle. "Who goes there?"

Zhao Yun did not answer.

The gun has been thrust out.

This shot was neither a probe nor a feint.

The silver light pierced straight through Lü Bu's throat.

Lu Bu turned sideways, his halberd blocking at an angle.

"clang!"

The two weapons clashed, and sparks flew into the dust.

Lu Bu's brow twitched slightly.

He thought to himself that the strength in this man's hand was several degrees heavier than those few good-for-nothings combined.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun's second spear had arrived.

He still advanced straight into the center, the tip of his spear cutting through the wind like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

Lu Bu swept his halberd horizontally, the shaft striking the spear and causing the air to vibrate.

Zhao Yun slightly bent his spear shaft, then straightened it. With a flick of his wrist, the spear tip transformed into three cold stars, piercing Lü Bu's throat, heart, and abdomen.

Lu Bu blocked three attacks in succession, and Red Hare took half a step back.

This is the first person to make him turn back his horse at Hulao Pass today.

Lu Bu narrowed his leopard-like eyes and swung his halberd in a backhand motion.

This strike was delivered with full force.

Zhao Yun parried with his spear, the two horses crossed paths, the clang of metal striking metal caused nearby soldiers to cover their ears and retreat.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Two warhorses circled in front of the battle lines, the sound of clashing spears and halberds like the beating of heavy drums.

Zhao Yun's spear technique was meticulous, seamlessly blending offense and defense, leaving no openings.

Lu Bu tried to exploit three weaknesses, but Zhao Yun managed to twist them back each time with the butt of his spear or the stirrup.

Red Hare is swift, and the halberd is heavy.

But Zhao Yun's spear was faster, and his white horse was more agile in turning.

The stirrups were extremely steady, and the high saddle bridge connected the man and the horse as one. Lü Bu slashed diagonally several times, but Zhao Yun dodged to the side. Before he even left the saddle, his spear had already thrust back from an unexpected angle.

Lu Bu gradually put away his slight disdain.

This person is no less capable than him.

But that's where it ends.

Lu Bu spurred his horse forward, swung his halberd in a wide arc, and brought it down with the force of wind and thunder!

Zhao Yun refused to take the blow.

The white horse suddenly turned and darted three zhang (approximately 10 meters) diagonally.

Lu Bu's halberd strike missed its mark, and just as he was about to give chase, Zhao Yun turned his horse around and thrust his spear tip toward Lu Bu's ribs.

That shot was both fast and cunning.

When Lü Bu parried with his halberd, the tip of his spear had already been retracted.

Zhao Yun turned his horse and rode away.

Lu Bu was taken aback.

In those thirty rounds just now, this person's spear technique was meticulous, combining offense and defense, and he clearly showed no signs of defeat.

Why did they suddenly leave?

The thought only flashed through my mind.

Red Hare has already galloped out.

Throughout his life, Lü Bu hated nothing more than being mocked or ridiculed on the battlefield.

It's already shameful to lose after thirty rounds. If this person is allowed to escape unscathed, the warlords will spread the word tomorrow that Lu Bu fought Zhao Yun for thirty rounds but dared not pursue him too far.

He can't afford to lose face like this!