That was ten thousand men!
Even if they had lined up to be slaughtered, it would still have taken an entire night!
"General Chen..."
Cao Zhi looked to his side and said somewhat incoherently, "Wasn't he famous for his tactics? What is going on...?"
"I don't know."
Wang Zhi squinted his mung-bean eyes, seemingly trying to see more clearly, before tearing his throat open in a shout. "Y-you, Zhao Kang, get your ass over here!"
Zhao Kang, who happened to be nearby, rode over upon hearing the commotion.
"And this is?"
"This is the Twelfth Prince!"
After introducing him, Wang Zhi impatiently asked, "Last night, what scheme did Sanshi lead you lot in again? Eight hundred men killed ten thousand?!"
"A scheme? There was no scheme."
Zhao Kang displayed the blood staining his armor. "The scheme was simply killing. My lord, by himself..."
As he recounted the tale in detail.
Cao Zhi's eyebrows rose and never came back down. "What did you say? General Chen, alone, beheaded three enemy generals amid an army of ten thousand, then killed more than four thousand enemies by himself while surrounded by twenty thousand troops?! Are you joking with me?!"
"King Yan, why would this subordinate lie to you?"
Zhao Kang said calmly, "The corpses are lying right here. We only had eight hundred men—how could we possibly fake this? Don't tell me the barbarians killed each other."
After confirming it again and again, Cao Zhi felt his ears ringing.
One arrow...
Killed someone at the Great Accomplishment of Mystic Elephant?
And the remaining two had not even been able to withstand a single exchange.
When had he reached the Great Accomplishment of Mystic Elephant?
When they had met at Ziwei Mountain last time, the two of them had still been at roughly the