The Three Kingdoms began with island farming

Chapter 608 Unparalleled National Scholars
"My lord!" Seeing that he could not convince Huang Quan, Wu Yi had no choice but to call out to Liu Zhang in grief and anger.

He originally wanted to secure a good opportunity for Zhang Ren, which was considered a noble act.

Unexpectedly, it would come to this, and instead brought a disaster upon Zhang Ren.

If we consider it purely from the perspective of pros and cons, what Huang Quan said is indeed correct.

But Zhang Ren is the most promising young general in their army.

He and Yan Yan are now over thirty years old and their potential is limited, but Zhang Ren is still young.

Li Yan and others were also thinking about it at this time.

To be fair, they are more inclined to Huang Quan.

Although Zhang Ren is good, he is just good, and his talent is a bit unconventional, making him quite useless on the actual battlefield.

Their existence is like that of elephant soldiers, which are tasteless to eat and a pity to discard.

Using it as a bargaining chip to exchange for a military soul corps is indeed a good choice.

but……

Everyone's eyes turned to Liu Fan.

Liu Fan's face was slightly tense, and his eyes were fixed on the Chixiao sword at his waist.

The dragon pattern on the hilt glowed dark red under the sunlight outside the window, like solidified blood.

After a long while, Liu Fan said in a deep voice: "Ziyuan, call Zhang Ren over."

Wu Yi's body trembled and he wanted to say something, but looking at the unquestionable determination in Liu Fan's eyes, his throat seemed to be strangled by an iron chain.

The voice was difficult to answer: "Yes!"

The moment he stepped out of the palace, a sudden gust of wind blew sand and gravel onto his face, causing his cheeks to hurt.

Zhang Ren was debugging a newly arrived powerful crossbow. Seeing Wu Yi, who had just left not long ago, coming back with a serious expression, his heart skipped a beat.

"Ziyuan, what happened?"

When Zhang Ren stood up, the sword at his waist accidentally hit the crossbow, making a clear sound.

Wu Yi turned his back, stared at the war elephants munching on weeds in the distance, and told them everything that had been discussed in the tent.

When Wu Yi said "put yourself in danger and then survive", his voice became hoarse. After a pause, he said firmly: "Zi Bu, if you don't want to take the risk, I will risk my life to protect you in front of the lord!"

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Ren's shadow was stretched very long and trembled slightly on the ground.

Bending down to pick up a fallen crossbow arrow, Zhang Ren stroked the "Liu" mark engraved on the arrow shaft with his fingers, and suddenly smiled lightly.

"I am just a warrior from Shu. It was the Lord who promoted me and gave me the opportunity to realize my ambitions. Now is the time for me to repay you. How can I be afraid of death?"

He raised his head, his eyes brightening dramatically: "Besides, if I can really fight for a military soul corps for the Han Kingdom, it will be worth it even if I die on the battlefield!"

"But you don't have to take the risk! We have better options."

Wu Yi turned around suddenly and saw the jade pendant on Zhang Ren's waist glowing warmly in the sunlight.

That was a token of trust bestowed upon me by Liu Fan himself.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what Huang Quan said.

"This is the best choice." Zhang Ren patted Wu Yi on the shoulder and smiled faintly.

"The sacrifice of a few people in exchange for a better future for more people in Han is worth it!"

The two of them returned to Liu Fan's residence slowly, one in front and one behind, without saying a word.

At this time, Liu Fan was looking at the Chixiao Sword in his hand. The cold light emitted by the sword made his face look gloomy and uncertain.

After Zhang Ren entered the hall, his face was extremely solemn. He knelt on one knee in the hall and clasped his fists solemnly: "Greetings, my lord!"

Liu Fan looked at Zhang Ren, who had an outstanding temperament and extraordinary bravery, with a calm expression on his face, but no one knew what he was thinking.

"Zi Bu, I'm sure Zi Yuan has already told you."

Zhang Ren nodded lightly.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yi lowered his head deeply.

"This method is a life-or-death struggle. If you don't want to do it, I will never blame you. This is not what you should do. No one..." Before Liu Fan finished speaking, Zhang Ren interrupted him and said, "I am willing to go through fire and water for my lord!"

His expression was determined and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

Liu Fan stared at the young general in front of him, as if he wanted to see even the slightest hesitation or retreat in his eyes.

However, all he saw in Zhang Ren's eyes was determination and resolve.

After a long time, Liu Fan, who looked like a sculpture, suddenly smiled.

"it is good!"

"Okay!"

He slowly took the Chixiao Sword from the desk and slapped it heavily on Zhang Ren's hand.

Zhang Ren was stunned when he saw this.

"My Lord, what does this mean?"

Liu Fan smiled calmly: "The 10% chance is indeed too low. We must increase the stakes."

"However, I cannot just sacrifice your life and the lives of the soldiers. I will also bet on this Scarlet Sky Sword."

Looking calmly at the Chixiao Sword held in Zhang Ren's hand, Liu Fan continued, "The Chixiao Sword left by our great ancestor not only has the effect of inspiring the military spirit, but also has a secret technique."

"If you fail in the end, crush the jade bead under the hilt, which can forcibly upgrade the legion to the level of the Military Soul Legion for one hour, which is enough for you to come back alive."

Everyone in the hall gasped, and everyone's pupils shrank slightly.

"My lord, this..." Zhang Ren was shocked and looked at the Chixiao Sword in his hand in disbelief.

Although Liu Fan said it lightly, he could understand the meaning behind it.

If the jade bead is crushed, I'm afraid the Chixiao sword will be ruined.

You know, the Scarlet Sky Sword is one of the orthodox symbols of the Han Dynasty. Not only did they hand it over to him with confidence, but they also wanted to destroy the Scarlet Sky Sword in exchange for their lives.

Zhang Ren reacted and immediately wanted to return the Chixiao Sword to Liu Fan.

"My lord, this is unacceptable!"

Liu Fan pushed the sword back without hesitation and laughed heartily: "It's just a sword, what's that?"

The heroic laughter resounded throughout the palace, and even the candle flames shook violently.

"When Emperor Gaozu used his three-foot sword to slay the white snake uprising, he never relied on the sword itself!"

"You are a peerless warrior. The soldiers of the Han Dynasty are loyal and steadfast. How can a mere sword compare to that?"

At this moment, the bloodline of the Liu family awakened again.

If Liu Bei were here, he would surely be amazed at how similar Liu Fan is to himself.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ren's eyes turned red and he clenched the Chixiao Sword with both hands. The chill from the sword spread through his palms and throughout his body.

At this moment, the original intention to die in service of the country's beliefs was once again sublimated.

A scholar dies for a confidant!

No matter what, he had to stay alive, experience that battle, and return the soldiers and the sword in his hand to Liu Fan.

"Don't worry, my lord. I will succeed!"

Silently, a unique aura appeared in Zhang Ren's body.

The Chixiao Sword seemed to sense this breath, and the dark red dragon pattern on the sword emitted a faint light that was invisible to the naked eye.

All the civil and military officials in the hall were shocked and moved, and they all knelt down on the ground in front of Liu Fan.

"My lord is wise!"

Wu Yi, with red eyes, wished he could slap himself to death, feeling extremely ashamed.

Originally, he thought that Liu Fan was determined to let Zhang Ren gamble his life in order to ensure that everything would go smoothly. After all, he was narrow-minded.

How could he compare to Liu Fan's broad-mindedness!

(End of this chapter)