When Zhang Zhao was young, he had led troops in the field as well. Faced with Shi Yi's aggressive advance, he showed not the slightest fear. But Zhang Zhao was old and frail now, so he decided that a wise man did not fight when the odds were against him.
The instant Shi Yi charged over, Zhang Zhao grabbed the hem of his robe with both hands and ran. Though none of the ministers in the hall said anything aloud, they looked down on Zhang Zhao deeply. Almost no one tried to stop this farce. Only Yan Jun chased after them, shouting, "Ziyu, do not act rashly!"
Shi Yi was in the heat of his anger and could not hear Yan Jun's advice at all. Just as he was about to catch Zhang Zhao, the other man circled behind a pillar and began playing hide-and-seek with him.
"Old bastard, I'll butcher you today!" Shi Yi circled around but failed to catch him. Then he suddenly spotted a bronze lampstand in the corner. Having been vexed over his lack of a weapon, he strode over and seized it.
Zhang Zhao's face changed at once. This fellow clearly intended to kill him. Taking the chance, he circled toward the doors of the hall and shouted outside, "Zecheng! General Yu! Come help me!"
"No one can save you!" Seeing Zhang Zhao panting from his flight, Shi Yi raised the lampstand and hurled it at his back.
Old and short of stamina, Zhang Zhao had only run a few steps before becoming exhausted enough to stop where he stood. When the lampstand came flying at him, instinct told him there was no way he could dodge it.
In that split second of lightning and flint, a large hand appeared before Zhang Zhao. Hu Ke