Wei Yan's voice was like a shout from atop a mountain, its echoes filling the vast plain—yet not a single response came from the Wei Army's ranks.
"Yang Qiu, if you mean to be loyal to Cao Pi, do you dare step forward and fight me?" Wei Yan turned his sights on Yang Qiu.
During the Battle of Hanzhong several years ago, Wei Yan had fought Zhang He and Xu Huang to a standstill. At Yang Qiu's age, he had no intention of throwing away his life. Awkwardly, he said, "I will not indulge you in a brute's contest of courage. Besides, General Xiahou is in command here."
"Since you cannot make the decision, call Xiahou Mao out. If he is afraid of this general, I can switch him for someone else." As Wei Yan spoke, he glanced at Ma Dai.
Yang Qiu froze at the words. Knowing that the pampered noble brat was no match for Ma Dai, he hurriedly brushed it off. "Consort Xiahou is not here. This is General Who Conquers Shu, Xiahou Junlin—"
"So it is Xiahou Ru. What are you hiding in the rear for? What kind of trash does the Xiahou family produce?" Wei Yan continued to needle him with words.
"Just you wait!"
Yang Qiu wheeled his horse around and returned to the lines, only to see Xiahou Ru's face clouded with anger. What did I say wrong just now?
"Wei Yan is pressing us relentlessly," Yang Qiu said cautiously.
"Why should this general compete with him in reckless bravado? Such a brute is not worthy to be my enemy," Xiahou Ru replied coldly. *Let Wei Yan mistake me for Xiahou Mao if he wants. Why did you have to name me? Just because you can do whatever you please after taking off