Beside the Great River, fierce winds swept wildly. Above, clouds churned across the heavens, and thunder rumbled faintly.
Zhao Yun stood upright on horseback, eyes wide with fury, his body covered in blood. The Silver Spear in his hand pointed forward, baleful qi radiating from him.
Blood and grime covered his handsome face, slowly trickling down with his sweat. Behind him lay bodies strewn every which way.
Zhang He and Gao Lan had long since suffered defeat at Zhao Yun's hands and withdrawn into their ranks to lead their troops in the charge.
When they could not defeat him through martial prowess, naturally they had to send the army charging in.
Just as a thousand Han Wumus would be no match for King Xiang alone, yet Han Wumu could defeat King Xiang when commanding an army, a commander and a fierce warrior were different things.
Yet they had never expected Zhao Yun to lead his troops straight through more than ten thousand soldiers from Hebei.
With bloody facts, Zhao Yun proved to Zhang He and Gao Lan that his was not merely a lone warrior's courage. He might fall short as the commander of a great army, but he was more than qualified to command a detached force.
Outside battles between great armies, Zhao Yun demonstrated to the fullest just how invincible a commander of a detached force who was also a ten-thousand-man foe could be.
Shen Pei, who had crossed the river, nearly stared his eyes out of their sockets. At that moment, he understood profoundly why Yuan Shao valued Lü Bu.
Marquis Ying's Marquisate.
At this thought, Liu Bei murmured, "The great undertaking of reviving the Former Han and sweeping away the corrupt policies of the Later Han!
Everyone present understood. The Five Surnames of the East of