Mythical Three Kingdoms

Guan Yu turned his back to Lyu Bu and said no more, he spurred his horse and descended toward the ground. Lyu Bu couldn’t see Guan Yu’s expression, but Chen Xi and the others could see the helplessness in Guan Yu’s eyes. Perhaps Lyu Bu could only be described as a man met by an otherworldly being.

”I won’t die, and you, Guan Yunchang, must not die either!” Lyu Bu said after Guan Yu had slowly landed, ”If we meet on the battlefield again, next time I will show mercy. If not, then there will come a day when I will repay today’s kindness to you!”

Guan Yu did not respond, nor did he say not to spare him during battle. He knew that Lyu Bu was truly qualified to speak of mercy to any opponent because he was an undefeated god of war. As long as he wasn’t careless, it was unlikely anyone in the world could defeat him.

Watching this scene, Zhang Liao felt a sense of relief—Lyu Bu had finally done something good. From below, Zhang Liao could clearly see that Zhao Yun and Guan Yu, though still somewhat dissatisfied with Lyu Bu, were impressed by Lyu Bu’s spirited and magnanimous performance this time and did not harbor severe hostility.

As for Zhang Fei, the biggest problem, Zhang Liao thought that with the vast Central Plains, there was certainly room for two men. Everything was moving in a positive direction. The next step would likely be reaching a high level of agreement in this mutually pleasant atmosphere, and then joining Liu Bei’s ranks.

This is why Zhang Liao was visibly excited, waiting for the next step to begin. But from the beginning to end, Chen Xi had not spoken, which caused Zhang Liao great anxiety. What was the purpose of this meeting of warriors, he wondered? Of course, Zhang Liao also realized he was a bit hasty, but Chen Xi’s composed demeanor was truly driving the excited Zhang Liao mad!

”Marquis Wenn, before you leave, I will toast to you once more. We live in different lands, we serve different powers, and after years apart, it may be difficult to find another opportunity to drink and speak freely as we do today,” Chen Xi said, holding up a cup of wine while standing at the head of the table.

Zhang Liao’s heart leapt with joy, finally addressing the matter he had been anxious about. He quickly turned to Lyu Bu. Different lands and powers—wasn’t that hinting at a possible alliance? The suggestion that it might be difficult to reunite after years was suggesting that there was a way to meet again today!

[Look at me, look at me, let me answer, let me answer!] Zhang Liao shouted in his heart, desperately screaming with the fear that Lyu Bu would not understand, that it was only right for him to answer!

”Years apart?” Lyu Bu was taken aback, suddenly remembering why he was so excited, why he was dressed so splendidly, why he was here, why he felt so good.

[I remember now why I am so cheerful, why I am so calm today. I remember, the person who wrote this letter is my fellow townsman, my fellow Bingzhou commoner. Yes, I have shouted countless times in my dreams, asked countless times, Bingzhou is my true home, but I have no face to go back, I want to know what my fellow townspeople think of me!]

In an instant, Lyu Bu understood everything. The reason he wanted to display his valor, his majesty, and his most glamorous side was to receive approval from his hometown folks. He yearned to return to Bingzhou but was too ashamed to face it!

Bingzhou was the place that had nurtured him. As leaves return to the roots, his homesickness was profound. The Wolf Cavalry had dreamed many times of returning to Bingzhou, looking north and sighing longingly, yet they suppressed their longing to follow Lyu Bu in conquering the world. But Lyu Bu had no face to return to Bingzhou—he was ashamed!

The thirty thousand Northern Frontier Wolf Cavalry had followed him to break the Huns, fight the Xianbei, and showcase the splendor of Han men. The name of the Flying General had fallen into favor with him.

When he left Bingzhou, he carried the hopes of the Bingzhou people, thinking that the battle of Luoyang would be a breeze. Only when he arrived at Luoyang did he realize how powerful Dong Zhuo was.

The unbeatable Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry of the Northern Frontier, even under his command, was overturned by the Xiliang Iron Cavalry in a direct confrontation. If not for his desperate charge into the Xiliang army to break the Command Banner, the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry would have collapsed that day.

Over three thousand of his fellow townsmen he had sworn to bring back safely died on the battlefield, yet Ding Yuan still insisted on supporting the king. Why? Lyu Bu didn’t understand; all he wanted was to bring the Wolf Cavalry back home intact.

Later, he couldn’t stand Ding Yuan sending the Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry to the utterly unbalanced battlefield time after time. Under Li Su’s instigation, he killed Ding Yuan and followed Dong Zhuo, who was valiant and mighty, and it seemed to him a good choice indeed. With such a protector, the Wolf Cavalry might suffer fewer casualties.

Unfortunately, Dong Zhuo, the man who could still say, ”One day you will be mine,” when he fought his way to the chariot, killed the guards, and cut down the command banner, became corrupt after entering Luoyang, utterly corrupt from the core.

However corrupt he became, at least his Wolf Cavalry survived.

Regrettably, once corrupt, he was corrupt. For Diao Chan, he acted; Dong Zhuo died. He did not regret it, but why did Wang Yun have to fight?

He lost again; with or without Dong Zhuo, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry remained unreasonably strong. Of the thirty thousand soldiers, only a little over ten thousand remained. He didn’t know what to say, remembering how he had promised to bring them all back. But why were they gone? Without them, how could he return?

Battle after battle, the Wolf Cavalry dwindled, and his heart grew colder. He felt that his chance to return to Bingzhou was fading away. The last time he impulsively wanted to go back to Bingzhou, he reached the border between Henei and Bingzhou, just one step away from crossing over, but then he withdrew his raised leg.

The only thing that could comfort him was a letter from a fellow Bingzhou native. Even if the original letter was destroyed, this copy, recreated by Lyu Bu himself, was filled with all his hopes for Bingzhou.

People from Bingzhou still remembered him; he longed to meet that fellow native. As long as that person asked, he would return to the Bingzhou Jiuyuan that haunted his dreams, to fight against the Hu People once more.

This was the only way back Lyu Bu could think of. The letter embodied his every hope for Bingzhou and also represented the most vulnerable side of his heart.

”Can I meet the person who wrote this letter?” At this moment, Lyu Bu’s throat was a bit dry, but he still managed to express his need.

”Letter, what letter?” Chen Xi asked, puzzled.

”The one you sent to invite me here,” Lyu Bu said, trying to keep his emotions steady, but his voice clearly trembled.

”Oh, the one I wrote,” Chen Xi said with a strange expression, noticing Lyu Bu’s demeanor.

”You wrote it...” Lyu Bu asked, trembling.

”Yes, Marquis Wenn, you seem to be shivering,” Chen Xi said with a bizarre look, wondering what was going on.

”Did you ever write me a letter in Luoyang before?” Lyu Bu’s expression twisted slightly. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian ). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)