sovbooks Chapter 9 The Army in the Clouds
Chapter 9 The Army in the Clouds
Lü Ping, accompanied by Zhang Fan, hurried over there.
Looking into the distance.
A dispute broke out between a group of arrogant merchants and another group of men wearing red turbans and crimson-edged black robes, whose attire clearly identified them as soldiers.
And facing this group of seemingly brave and fierce soldiers.
What's strange is that...
These merchants were surprisingly fearless, and some were even so stubborn that one of them stepped forward and shoved the young man who was the leader of the group of officials and soldiers.
I saw myself being pushed and shoved.
The robust young man with a broad face and heavy chin couldn't hold back any longer. He raised his unsheathed long sword to intimidate the caravan leader opposite him.
"Try shoving him again!!"
"Let's give it a try!"
The merchant opposite him, his face full of sarcasm, stepped forward and gave him another hard shove.
"I dare to touch you, but do you dare to touch me?"
"I'm a merchant representing Lord Wang; you dare touch me?!"
That's all.
Seeing the young man's face flushed red, yet he dared not move a muscle, she noticed.
The businessman's expression became even more sarcastic.
He pointed his finger at the young man's chest and pressed down on it little by little.
"They're just a few bailiffs from Yunzhong County, where do they get such a temper? Trying to stand up for others?!"
"I only bully these few hangers-on, what can you do about it?"
Say so.
The merchant kicked a hunchbacked man from Shimen Ferry who was standing to the side, who was hunched over and dared not look up, making the man stagger.
But they dared not resist in the slightest.
After all... those who can come here to be hangers-on and make a living are rarely from wealthy families. Not to mention, this caravan passes through this ferry almost every now and then. Everyone at Shimen Ferry knows that this caravan has the protection of their own lord.
The young man's anger grew even more intense.
His right hand, gripping the long sword, tightened even more, veins bulging on his hand, as if he were about to draw the sword from its sheath.
Beside the young man, several of his fellow soldiers tugged at his sleeves, whispering words of advice.
"Uncle Zhi, there's no need! Don't get angry with that spineless bastard!"
"That's right, garrison commander. We've finally managed to come out on this trip to transport military equipment for the prefecture, so it's best not to cause trouble for our own chieftain..."
Faced with his companion's persuasion.
The young man took a deep breath, and his movements gradually loosened.
Just when everyone thought the young man was about to back down, and the businessman opposite him became increasingly sarcastic.
"Snapped!"
It was an extremely crisp sound, like the cracking of ice on a winter's day!
The young man slashed the merchant across the street with his scabbard!
The merchant was slapped so hard he fell backward!
Several teeth, mixed with blood, flew out instantly!
"You don't understand anything about the Prefect."
"You can smoke whenever you want!"
The young man sneered.
Before the merchant could react, he drew his scabbard and charged forward!
He raised his scabbard, straddled the merchant, and swung his sword forcefully!
The others on the other side rushed to stop him, but the young man was incredibly strong, and even two or three ordinary people couldn't stop him!
The merchant's screams grew increasingly intense.
Seeing this scene.
The other soldiers who had come with the young man, without waiting for his call, let out a long breath, gritted their teeth, picked up their sword sheaths, and charged into the caravan opposite.
In a short time.
The scene was chaotic!
Standing outside, the few hangers-on were at a loss, only looking at Lü Ping and Zhang Fan who had just arrived.
Zhang Fan also frowned and subconsciously looked at the older Lü Ping.
"Uncle Lü..."
"What should we do?"
"We can't just stand by and watch these soldiers kill our lord's family, can we?"
Lu Ping looked at the young man who had made the first move and shook his head.
"No rush."
"Huh? No rush?"
Zhang Fan and his accomplices were completely bewildered, not knowing what their Master Lü meant.
Lu Jing watched quietly, and they could only wait quietly as well.
It wasn't until Lü Ping saw the young man who had struck first hit the merchant three or four times, leaving the foul-mouthed merchant covered in blood and unconscious, that things seemed to get really bad.
Lü Ping then stepped forward.
The young man, his hand holding the scabbard, veins bulging, raised high, almost swinging it down again!
At this time.
She reached out with her other hand and firmly grasped his wrist, making it impossible for him to break free no matter how hard he tried.
The young man frowned and looked up.
To his surprise, the person who reached out to stop him was a minor official dressed in black.
"Alright!" Lu Ping looked the young man over and gently reminded him.
"That's enough. Let's get out of here while he's unconscious, or this will really get out of hand."
Upon hearing this...
Seeing that the merchant beneath him had already fainted, the young man suddenly realized that after hitting him so many times, the anger in his heart had long since dissipated.
He stood up abruptly, shouted loudly, and called to the other military officers, and headed straight for the supplies that had already been inspected, to flee into the city.
The officials at Shimen Ferry and the other merchants in the caravan hesitated upon seeing this, and none of them stepped forward to stop them.
The young man was allowed to lead a group of soldiers towards the city.
only...
Just as they were about to leave the ferry, the young man in the lead seemed to suddenly remember something. Ignoring the obstruction of his many companions, he returned alone and headed straight for Lü Ping.
Then I saw the young man return.
The group of merchants all took a step back, revealing the unconscious man on the ground.
The man didn't even glance at the person on the ground; he simply raised his head and looked at Lü Ping.
"Zhang Yang and Zhang Zhishu in the Clouds".
"May I ask your name?"
Zhang Yang?
Who was Zhang Yang, the minor warlord who controlled Shangdang in history?
A man from Bingzhou, transporting supplies from Yunzhong County, and whose courtesy name is Zhishu? It seems like it really is him?
This guy is at least a military officer, right?
In a certain Romance of the Three Kingdoms game, the combat strength value would be over 70, right?
If he could easily stop him, how much martial prowess must he have? After all, he was Lu Bu's father. If it were quantified, wouldn't it be over eighty?
Lu Ping pondered to himself.
He raised an eyebrow and replied with a smile.
"A minor official at Shimen Ferry, Lü Ping, also known as Lü Zizhi."
Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully, then turned his head and sneered loudly at the group of merchants.
"If this person wakes up and wants to cause trouble, they should come to me!"
"Don't involve others."
That's all.
The merchants nodded in fear.
Zhang Zhishu laughed loudly, drew his knife again, and joined forces with the group of soldiers who were carrying supplies and waiting for him at the door.
The group of fierce soldiers then hurriedly headed towards the city.
All that remained was a scene of utter devastation.
After a while, after making sure that Zhang Yang had left.
Only then did the merchants from the Wang family dare to call out, lift the unconscious merchant, gather their supplies, and mutter curses under their breath as they hurried towards the city.
The remaining group of hangers-on at Shimen Ferry, Zhang Fan and several other minor officials, were all filled with suspicion. While doing their work, they couldn't help but steal glances at Lü Ping, who seemed completely unaffected.
Didn't they say that Lu Bo was seriously ill for half a year and almost died in bed?
How...
That fierce and valiant man just now.
How could Lu Bo stop him with just one hand?