A Letter to the Enemy Army

Wang Xuan had rarely been this busy. For one thing, he had to establish all the rules and regulations, large and small, for the newly formed Field Medical Corps, including various operational procedures. For another, the Battle of Hulao Pass could be called a tremendous turning point in Late Han Dynasty history. With his deep understanding of history, Wang Xuan naturally would not miss such a wonderful opportunity.

How could he live up to his identity as a prophet if he did nothing?

Wang Xuan began writing letters. Each letter was meant for a different person: Lu Bu, Li Ru, Jia Xu, Zhang Liao, and Gao Shun. Even Xu Rong, who was far away in Xiliang, received one.

"Reporting to the general, a messenger outside requests an audience." A personal guard spoke from outside Lu Bu's quarters.

"Show him in." Lu Bu was somewhat curious. Who would send him a letter? Although he knew many people in Luoyang, most of them were not even casual acquaintances. More of them were hostile toward him or looked down on him.

At Lu Bu's level of martial prowess, although he was not good at dealing with people, he could judge whether someone was wary or hostile toward him simply from the aura they exuded.

Of course, that excluded crafty old foxes like Li Ru and Jia Xu, who could conceal or alter even their own auras and gazes at will.

An ordinary-looking man walked in. From his footsteps, Lu Bu could tell that he was a soldier.

"Greetings, Flying General!" The man entered and bowed to Lu Bu. These words had all been prepared by Wang Xuan.

A dazed look flashed through Lu Bu's eyes. How long had it been? How long since someone had called out to him like that? No