"Are you Zhao Yun, or are you Lü Bu?"
That single question left Zhao Rui speechless.
Sui Yuanjin sighed. "But Army Supervisor, if our lord dies, what good will escaping do us? Whom would we serve?"
Yuan Shao was the man they served. If he died, they would truly become dogs without a home.
More importantly, they all bore the name of rebels. Wherever they sought refuge, no faction would dare accept them.
"There is still the young master!"
Tian Feng spoke forcefully, his expression utterly resolute.
The young master he meant was Yuan Mai.
Yuan Mai was not Madam Liu's son, but the son of a concubine, and he was very young, still only a child.
But now Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang were dead, and Yuan Xi had severed his father-son relationship with Yuan Shao. Yuan Mai was the only one qualified to inherit the heir's position.
"Generals."
Tian Feng addressed Zhao Rui and Sui Yuanjin gravely. "Our lord has fallen into the hands of Lü Bu and Yuan Xi. His prospects are grim indeed. Going to rescue him would only mean throwing our lives away."
"Three thousand troops cannot possibly hold Yi City. The young master is our lord's only remaining bloodline. We must not let anything happen to him."
"As long as the young master lives, the Yuan Clan has hope! We will still have a chance to avenge our lord someday!"
"That is why we must go to Bing Province!"
How could Tian Feng not want to rescue Yuan Shao?
But he knew it was impossible. The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, so they would be better off doing everything they could to preserve Yuan Shao's last remaining bloodline.
Zhao Rui and Sui Yuanjin looked at each other at his