Inside the Yuan Army's tent.
Vanguard General Yan Liang hosted a drinking feast for Chen Feng, showering him with praise for turning Xu Huang into Xu Huang paste with a single meteor. He promised that once they took Baima, he would have their lord petition the court to promote Chen Feng.
Of course, since the emperor was still in Cao Cao's hands, that really meant Yuan Shao would award the promotion himself.
"You might even rise three ranks, skip right past separate-command major and commandant, and become a colonel!"
"Fuck, after all that, I'm not even a junior colonel?"
Unlike the optimistic Yan Liang, Chen Feng drank gloomily, weighed down by worry.
Despite losing three major generals, Cao Cao hadn't withdrawn. According to the world chat, he had actually summoned reinforcements from Xuchang.
Who could have given Cao Cao such confidence that he could defeat Yan Liang?
What a tough mystery!
Chen Feng sighed, thinking, Give it up, Liang. The place is crawling with red-faced, long-bearded generals.
But he only dared think it. With Yan Liang's unwavering loyalty, a direct appeal would never persuade him.
Just then, the captain of the personal guards entered the tent and asked whether the two generals wanted some tasty roast rabbit.
"I've got it!"
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes as an idea struck him. I'm a Cihang Native. If the direct approach won't work, can't I play dirty?
With that thought, Chen Feng dragged the guard captain outside and asked whether he had any croton seeds.
"Sure do!"
Croton seeds were first recorded in the Eastern Han's Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica—right around this very time.
Chen Feng had once heard a comedy routine about Yu Qian's father, Old Master Wang, eating huge quantities of croton seeds, then farting and shitting until everyone in