Some people were born to draw every eye. Luo Xiao was one of them.
He sat high on his horse, seemingly radiant with light, drawing everyone's gaze.
He wore full armor, with only his eyes exposed.
Yuan Shao could not help looking over. Clouds veiled the sun overhead, and no light shone down.
The eyes behind the visor were deep and dark. Within them lay the sun, moon, and stars, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, countless killings mingled with light.
I'll die!
Boundless pressure poured from those eyes, like a ferocious tiger or vicious dragon poised to devour someone. That was Yuan Shao's first reaction. Almost instantly, cold spread through his entire body, as though a basin of cold water had drenched him from head to toe, chilling him to the core.
The clamor and din continually pouring into his ears washed away every scrap of his earlier arrogance and swept away all his earlier hotheadedness.
In this most desperate adversity, his wits returned in an instant. A keen light blazed in Yuan Shao's eyes, and an indescribable force burst from his body. I, Yuan Benchu, absolutely cannot die here!
Yuan Shao glanced around, taking in the situation in an instant.
His pupils immediately contracted. This was almost the worst possible situation.
This valley was not a narrow slit between cliffs, nor a passage that could admit only a single cart. If anything, it was relatively broad.
But however broad a valley might be, tens of thousands of troops instantly packed it tight. The Taiping Army had burst out without warning, and the soldiers all thought enemies surrounded them. Cries of battle filled the air. The field had descended into utter chaos, with fallen unit banners everywhere.
Although Yuan Shao had never studied military strategy deeply, he knew