Why did the general leading them up ahead look so familiar?
Yuan Shao rubbed his eyes and looked closely.
The man at the head rode a magnificent crimson horse, a Sky-Piercer Halberd in hand, his presence oppressive. Flanking him were a young general in white robes and silver armor and an old general with white hair and beard.
"Lü Bu, Zhao Yun?!"
Yuan Shao cried out despite himself, utterly stunned.
Of the three generals leading the troops ahead, two were none other than Lü Bu and Zhao Yun. The third was that old man who could hold his own against Yan Liang and Qu Yi!
How could it be them!
For a moment, Yuan Shao wondered whether his eyes had deceived him. He rubbed them, then rubbed them again, only to see everything more clearly.
Those coming out of the city were no troops of Guo Yuan's! They were all Han Army soldiers, imposing in their armor and bristling with menace!
The faces of Lü Bu and his two companions were murderous.
From the looks of it, they had come to kill him!
"Wait!"
Before he could recover, Qu Yi shouted and charged ahead faster. But instead of meeting them in battle, he threw down his spear.
"I surrender! I surrender!"
"I was deceived by the Yuan Thief, but now I have seen the light! I have captured him to beg the Son of Heaven's forgiveness!"
"Generals, please spare me!"
"I'm on your side-!"
Afraid Lü Bu and the others would misunderstand, Qu Yi stripped off his armor as he shouted, waving for the army behind him to stop to show that he meant no hostility.
For a moment, Yuan Shao was dumbfounded.
Lü Bu and his two companions, who had been ready to fight the enemy, were dumbfounded too.