If I Told You I Really Meant No Harm, Would You Believe Me?!

Looking at everyone's bewildered faces, Wang Xuan let out a long sigh. "Looks like we really need a strategist. Otherwise, I'll be worked to death!"

"All you need to know is that the coalition's greatest remaining practical benefit is at Hulao Pass. Go back, scrape together whatever you can, and hurry back to our Qi Commandery!"

A few days ago, one of the letters sent out had been addressed to Dong Zhuo. Liu Bei had written it, and its contents were simple: he directly recommended himself for the position of Qi Commandery Governor.

Dong Zhuo had originally been unwilling to agree. He had been especially angered by the title of Imperial Clan Member. But when he sought Li Ru's advice, no one knew what had been going through Li Ru's mind. He had agreed without a second thought. His exact words at the time had been:

"The Guandong warlords are fighting among themselves. Liu Bei is a useful pawn. It is precisely because of his identity that no one will ally with him."

Dong Zhuo thought about it and agreed immediately.

"Provisions!" Wang Xuan was utterly speechless at these people, who had no political awareness whatsoever. They were all strong-limbed simpletons. "The provisions we have now are being supplied by Han Fu, the Inspector of Jizhou. Now that the campaign against Dong Zhuo is over, Yuan Shao has gained fame and set his sights on Han Fu's Jizhou. How could he possibly continue supplying provisions for everyone to squander?"

"Stop asking so many questions. Once Yuan Shao cuts off the provisions, these people will start fighting among themselves. If we don't leave now, when will we?"

They hurriedly set out through the night and reached Hulao Pass on the third day. As it happened, Liu Bei also had four thousand