My brothers are all warriors capable of taking on ten thousand men; I'll roam freely in the Thr

The next day.

At Hulao Pass, the cold wind howled.

Dong Zhuo, clad in armor, pressed his hand against the crenellations of the city wall.

He squinted at the allied army camp stretching for dozens of miles below the pass, a sinister smile spreading across his lips.

"My son in Chengdu".

He turned his head to look at Yuwen Chengdu, who stood beside him with his hand on his sword: "See those Guandong rats' camps? Quite a few banners, but they're all just worthless dung!"

Yuwen Chengdu stood with his golden chainmail armor over a crimson battle robe, his phoenix-winged gilded halberd supporting him on the ground.

He looked in the direction Dong Zhuo was pointing, his double pupils flashing with cold light: "Father, rest assured, I regard them as mere weeds."

"Good! What spirit!" Dong Zhuo laughed loudly, his voice echoing through the city.

"As expected of my son, Dong Zhongying!"

He patted Yuwen Chengdu on the shoulder with such force that it would have made an ordinary general stagger, but Yuwen Chengdu did not budge.

"You shall go into battle today." Dong Zhuo's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"First, kill a few of their generals to dampen the arrogance of these scoundrels! Remember, spare Cao Cao's life for now; I will personally deal with this ungrateful traitor!"

"Yes, sir." Yuwen Chengdu clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice calm and even, as if Dong Zhuo had ordered him not to kill, but to retrieve something.

Li Ru stroked his beard and smiled beside Dong Zhuo: "Prime Minister, this time when the young master goes to war, he will surely establish his reputation. Back in Xiliang, the army called the young master 'Heavenly Treasure Divine General'. Now, at Hulao Pass, it is time for the young master to make a name for himself once again."

Hearing this, Dong Zhuo became even more smug, pointing at Yuwen Chengdu and saying to his generals, "Listen to this! Wen You's words have struck a chord with me! Bo Wei is more than just a 'divine general'; he's the unicorn of the Dong family! The soul of the Xiliang army!"

He looked around at his generals Li Jue, Guo Si, Fan Chou, and Zhang Ji: "Tell me, since you took command of the army in Chengdu, have you ever suffered a single defeat?"

Li Jue quickly bowed: "Prime Minister, you are wise! Your son's military strategy is divine, and his martial arts are unparalleled. We, your humble servants, are completely convinced!"

Guo Si chimed in, "This humble general still remembers that several years ago, during the campaign against the Xianling Qiang, you, sir, charged into the enemy lines alone and took the head of the Qiang king. In that battle, the Qiang people collapsed at the mere sight of your banner!"

"Hahahaha!" Dong Zhuo clapped his hands and laughed, his face flushed.

"Did you hear me? Chengdu, today you'll show those frogs in a well in Guandong what a true warrior who can defeat ten thousand men is! What the Great General of Xiliang is all about!"

Yuwen Chengdu bowed slightly: "I will certainly live up to Father's expectations."

He turned around and strode down the wall.

Red Hare was already prepared, its mane flying.

Yuwen Chengdu mounted his horse and lifted the 178-pound Phoenix Wing Gilded Halberd with one hand.

The door slowly opened.

Yuwen Chengdu spurred his horse, Red Hare, and with a long neigh, it shot towards the allied camp like an arrow released from a bow!

Standing on the wall, Dong Zhuo looked at the figure in golden armor and red robes, his eyes filled with pride and anticipation.

Li Ru said in a low voice, "Prime Minister, the allied forces will surely be terrified if the young master goes, but..."

"Just what?" Dong Zhuo raised an eyebrow.

Li Ru stroked his beard: "However, Ji Xuanyuan also has fierce generals such as Xiang Yu and Li Cunxiao under his command, so we must be wary."

Dong Zhuo sneered: "Xiang Yu? Li Cunxiao? I admit they have some ability, but compared to my son?"

He shook his head, his tone resolute: "How dare the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yuwen Chengdu's thunderous challenge echoed from below the gate:

"You rats from Kanto! Does anyone dare to fight me?!"

The Allied Forces' main camp, the central command tent.

Ji Xuanyuan sat in the main seat, listening to the faint shouts and curses coming from outside the tent, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The feudal lords in the tent had different expressions.

"Report—!" The scout rushed into the tent and knelt on one knee.

"Dong Zhuo's adopted son, Dong Chengdu, is challenging others alone outside the camp!"

"What?" Yuan Shu slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"How dare this mere individual be so arrogant?!"

Gongsun Zan frowned: "Is this the Dong Chengdu who single-handedly killed Ding Yuan?"

Qiao Mao's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice, "Indeed... On that day in Luoyang, I personally witnessed him break into Ding Yuan's camp, and five thousand Bingzhou soldiers couldn't stop him..."

These words made the atmosphere in the tent even more somber.

Ji Xuanyuan slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Dong Chengdu challenges, who is willing to fight?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced everyone.

Behind them, Xiang Yu's double pupils were burning with fighting spirit, Li Cunxiao gripped the Yu King Spear tightly, Guan Yu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, Zhang Fei's eyes were wide open, and Yang Zaixing was also quite tempted, but Ji Xuanyuan slightly raised his hand, stopping them from getting up.

Everyone was taken aback.

Ji Xuanyuan remained calm, but he had his own plans in mind.

To truly unite these warlords, each with their own ulterior motives, is almost an impossible task.

They must witness Yuwen Chengdu's terror firsthand and personally experience his helplessness and despair before they will understand that only Ji Xuanyuan and the Jingnan Army are the true reliance in this chaotic world.

Otherwise, these people will always treat "facts" as rumors and "achievements" as stories.

They need to experience it firsthand.

"Alliance Leader!" Tao Qian was the first to stand up and clasp his hands in greeting.

"Our unit has a valiant general named Liu Sandao, who often says that if he were to encounter Dong Chengdu, he would surely take his head within three strikes!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another man stood up: "I have a general under my command, Han Yong, who is willing to fight Dong Chengdu!"

Gongsun Zan, unable to contain himself any longer, stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Alliance Leader, one of my subordinates has a general named Wang Chong, who is skilled with a broadsword. He has long heard that Dong Cheng's steed, Red Hare, is a prized horse, and he has boasted that he will cut Dong Cheng down with his sword and seize Red Hare for his own use!"

Ji Xuanyuan glanced at the three men and slowly nodded: "Very well, then I order the three generals to fight Dong Chengdu."

"promise!"

The three men accepted the order and left the tent.

Inside the tent, Cao Cao had been drinking with his head down, only now slowly putting down his wine cup.

He once served as a cavalry captain in Luoyang and had dealt with Yuwen Chengdu several times. He still vividly remembers the suffocating sense of oppression he felt.

He glanced at the three men's slightly smug expressions and sighed inwardly.

madness.

Sure enough, it only took the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Report!" The scout scrambled in, his voice trembling.

"General Liu fought Dong Cheng... and in one exchange, he was slain from his horse!"

A commotion erupted inside the tent.

"Report! General Han went into battle... but was no match for Dong Chengdu. He was killed in a single exchange!"

"Report! General Wang Chong... after one exchange of blows, had his head smashed by Dong Chengdu's hammer!"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

The three feudal lords were ashen-faced. Tao Qian dropped his wine cup with a "clatter," not even noticing the wine splashing onto his robes.

Outside the tent, Yuwen Chengdu's challenge rang out once more, booming like thunder: "Is there no one left in Guandong?! Is there anyone still willing to fight?!"

The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, causing many of the lords in the tent to breathe rapidly.

Ji Xuanyuan calmly swept his gaze over the crowd. He saw Kong Rong's hand trembling slightly as he stroked his beard, saw cold sweat beading on Tao Qian's forehead, and saw that Yuan Shu, though trying to remain calm, already showed fear in his eyes.

well.

This is exactly the effect I wanted.

"Everyone," Ji Xuanyuan said slowly.

"Who else is willing to fight?"

No one answered.

The lords who had been eagerly volunteering for battle just moments before now all lowered their eyes and remained silent, fearing that they would be called out by name.

Ji Xuanyuan sneered inwardly.

These are the eighteen warlords.

This is what is known as the "Anti-Dong Army".

Each harbored their own ulterior motives, sought to preserve their strength, and feared the enemy like a tiger.

The historical failures to oppose Dong Zhuo were not accidental.

Is this a joint campaign by nineteen warlords against Dong Zhuo, or is Ji Xuanyuan fighting against Dong Zhuo all by himself?

"Alliance Leader." Cao Cao suddenly stood up, walked to Ji Xuanyuan's side, and lowered his voice.

"This is not a solution. Dong Chengdu is a man who cannot be dealt with by military tactics alone."

He paused, his voice growing deeper: "We need an unparalleled warrior to defeat them by force."

Ji Xuanyuan looked at Cao Cao, and their eyes met.

Cao Cao saw no fear, only deep worry and clear-headedness.

This person is ultimately different from others.

"What suggestions do you have, Brother Mengde?" Ji Xuanyuan asked.

Cao Cao smiled bitterly: "I have no good strategy. I only know that if I continue to send people to their deaths like this, the morale of the army will surely collapse."

Before the words were even finished, Zhang Fei, unable to contain himself any longer, abruptly stood up: "Brother! Let me go! I'll definitely stab that Dong Cheng three hundred times over!"

Ji Xuanyuan raised his hand, stopping Zhang Fei once again.

"Fifth brother, please calm down." His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Zhang Fei said urgently, "Brother! That fellow is so arrogant, I..."

"You are no match for him," Ji Xuanyuan interrupted directly.

Zhang Fei was stunned, his eyes widening: "Brother! How did you know...?"

"You can single-handedly charge into enemy lines with 5,000 men and take the enemy general's head?" Ji Xuanyuan's tone was calm, but it left Zhang Fei speechless.

Of course he knew.

Yuwen Chengdu is not the Lu Bu of the original history; he will even engage in a "Three Heroes Battle Lu Bu" battle, a fight that goes back and forth.

Who is Yuwen Chengdu?

That was the invincible Tianbao General in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, known for his strength of ten thousand jin, the number one warrior of the Sui Dynasty, the second best man of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and the reincarnation of the Thunder God!

His courage and strength are almost divine.

Should we send Zhang Fei up?

It's likely that there won't be enough time to save them before their blood is spilled on the battlefield.

When the lords in the tent heard that Ji Xuanyuan had bluntly stated that Zhang Fei was no match for him, their hearts sank even further.

Even this fierce general who once broke through the Sishui Pass with Xiang Yu was no match for him. Just how terrifying was Dong Chengdu?

Just then, a deafening scream suddenly came from outside the tent!

"What's going on?!" Yuan Shao asked sternly.

The scout rushed in, his face ashen: "Dong Chengdu... Dong Chengdu... he's at the pass, pushing forward a siege crossbow, as if he's going to fire it by hand!"

"What?!" The entire tent was filled with astonishment.

Pulling a siege crossbow by hand?!

Those heavy crossbows require the strength of five oxen to operate, and he actually wants to pull them open with his bare hands?!

"Come with me out of the tent and see for yourself." Ji Xuanyuan stood up.

The various feudal lords followed suit.

Outside the camp, on a high platform, the group climbed up to gaze into the distance.

Before Hulao Pass, Yuwen Chengdu stood alone on his horse, his phoenix-winged gilded halberd stuck in the ground beside him.

In front of him was a huge siege crossbow, originally a defensive weapon, which had been moved to the front of the pass by the Xiliang army at some point.

Even more shockingly, Yuwen Chengdu dismounted and walked straight to the siege crossbow!

He gripped the crossbow arm with both hands, his muscles bulging all over.

"Crunch—crunch—!"

A sickening metallic creaking sound rang out!

The crossbow string, which required the strength of five oxen and the assistance of a mechanism to draw, was slowly moved backward by Yuwen Chengdu's hands!

Behind the wall, Dong Zhuo burst into laughter: "See that? See that?! This is my son! Hahahaha!"

Li Ru stroked his beard and smiled: "Young master's divine strength is unparalleled throughout history."

The Xiliang army guarding the pass was already in a frenzy, with the sound of drums and cheers resounding through the sky: "The young master is mighty!"

"General Dong is invincible!"

"You rats from Kanto, prepare to die!"

Yuwen Chengdu remained calm, then suddenly exerted force with both arms!

"Boom——!"

The crossbow string is pulled back to its maximum!

He took a huge arrow, as thick as a child's arm, with one hand, nocked it on his crossbow, and scanned the allied camp with lightning speed.

The next moment, they let go!

"call out--!!!"

The sound of something tearing through the air was like thunder ripping the sky apart!

The giant arrow transformed into a streak of black light, instantly traversing hundreds of steps, and fiercely shot towards the allied army's camp!

"Snap!"

A large banner bearing the character "Qiao" was hanging high, and the flagpole snapped in two!

The banner crashed to the ground!

The giant arrow, still flying high, grazed the hair of a soldier guarding the camp, and with a "thud," embedded itself deeply into the wooden wall behind him!

The arrow feathers were still trembling.

The soldier stood frozen in place, his legs went weak, and his crotch was instantly soaked with sweat—he had wet himself from fear.

Dead silence.

The allied camp was deathly silent.

On the high platform, the feudal lords were all pale.

Qiao Mao stared at his fallen flag, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Yuan Shu's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Kong Rong's hand, which was stroking his beard, stopped in mid-air.

Cao Cao closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Ji Xuanyuan took in everyone's reactions, and his sneer deepened.

This is the Allied Forces.

This is the righteous army that will fight against Dong Zhuo.

One arrow was enough to terrify him.

"Alliance Leader..." Cao Cao walked to Ji Xuanyuan's side, his voice low.

"If this continues, morale will collapse. Someone needs to step up and fight, at least... force him to retreat."

Ji Xuanyuan nodded slowly, about to speak, when suddenly Gongsun Zan roared, "I'm going to meet him!"

Before the words were even finished, a figure rushed out of the camp, mounted his horse, and charged straight towards the pass with his spear in hand!

"Bo Gui!" Ji Xuanyuan's expression changed slightly, and he stood up and said urgently.

"Third brother, fifth brother, sixth brother! Go and provide backup immediately!"

"promise!"

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Lü Bu responded and rushed out of the camp gate like three bolts of lightning.