Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

Chapter 23 Tiger General of the World

The heavy rain came quickly and went quickly.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the torrential rain, which had been pouring down like a celestial river, gradually subsided.

The raindrops went from dense to sparse, and then from sparse to almost imperceptible.

A crack appeared in the clouds, and sunlight streamed through, like a golden sword piercing the rain and landing on the grassland.

Countless tiny water droplets danced within the beam of light, like diamonds fluttering in the air.

Such a spectacular sight can probably only be seen on the grasslands.

Finally, God shook the bird, and not a single drop remained.

The rain stopped.

The grassland looked as if it had been washed clean, and the air was so fresh that you couldn't help but take deep breaths.

In the distance, a rainbow arches across the sky.

Zhang Shiping frowned, gazing intently in the direction Liu Quanmian was facing, but he couldn't see any bandits no matter how hard he tried.

He asked Su Shuang again, "Is this person really not joking?"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw Su Shuang's expression suddenly change, and she blurted out two words: "They're here."

Zhang Shiping turned his head again and saw a black line appear on the horizon, quickly spreading out and rushing towards the caravan.

He was horrified. "There really are bandits?!"

Su Shuang said with a solemn expression, "I'm afraid we've already been targeted."

Zhang Shiping asked urgently, "What should we do?"

Su Shuang looked for a while longer, then smiled, "The number is no more than two hundred."

He patted Zhang Shiping on the shoulder, "Don't worry, everything is up to Quan. We just need to reassure the workers and take good care of the goods."

Zhang Shiping simply couldn't remain as calm as Su Shuang. What did she mean by "no more than two hundred"?

We don't even have two hundred people yet!

But he had no other choice at the moment, so he could only follow Su Shuang to appease people, while keeping his eyes on Liu Quan.

He saw Yan Rou hand an iron spear to Liu Quan.

He saw Liu Quan raise his iron spear and wave it in mid-air.

He saw Liu Quan urge his white horse forward, leading more than fifty riders toward the bandits.

"Are you crazy?!" he exclaimed inwardly.

Then look at Su Shuang.

This friend was also watching Liu Quan's actions, but he looked indifferent, as if using fewer troops to fight against more was a very common thing.

Su Shuang saw Zhang Shiping's worry and laughed, "Shiping, our families have been friends for generations, but since your family is from Zhongshan, this is the first time you've witnessed Quan's abilities. Today, I'll show you what a tiger general of the world is, what it means to be a match for ten thousand men!"

Zhang Shiping didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the white figure rushing at the front, forgetting even to breathe.

The white horse streaked across the grassland like a shooting star, its hooves flying and its mane billowing, moving at an astonishing speed.

Liu Quan lay prone on the horse's back, his body rising and falling, blending into the white horse. From a distance, he looked like a white arrow, flying out close to the tips of the grass.

The bandits also noticed the caravan guards charging back.

The leader was a short, stocky, dark-skinned man wearing old leather armor and a tattered iron helmet. He rode a tall, yellow horse and carried a spiked club.

He was taken aback when he saw that only about fifty people rushed out from the opposite side. Then he burst into laughter and shouted something to the bandits behind him.

The bandits joined in the laughter, their boisterous and unrestrained voices echoing across the grassland.

In their view, these guards were simply courting death.

Facing two hundred men with fewer than sixty, daring to charge head-on is not courage, it's foolishness.

It was probably the short, stocky, dark-skinned bandit leader who opened his mouth and let out a strange "whoosh," which made the bandits behind him speed up as well.

Liu Quan narrowed his eyes and lightly tapped Zhu Yun's abdomen with his feet.

With a neigh, Zhu Yun accelerated once more.

Liu Quan distanced himself from Yan Rou and the others behind him.

Even the bandit leader (a short, stocky, dark-skinned man) was stunned, a thought similar to Zhang Shiping's arose in his mind: "Has this kid gone mad?!"

The next moment, Liu Quan arrived.

The white horse charged like a whirlwind to the front of the bandits' formation.

Before the short, stocky, dark-skinned man could even raise his spiked club, he saw a black star shoot towards him like a venomous snake's tongue.

The spear came too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react. He only saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, and then he knew nothing more.

The long spear pierced the bandit leader's throat, protruding from the back of his neck, before being cleanly and neatly withdrawn.

Blood gushed out, drawing a dark red rainbow in the post-rain sunlight.

Liu Quan continued forward without stopping, his iron spear transforming into deadly chains, instantly taking away seven or eight more lives.

At this moment, the bandit leader's body finally fell off his horse, crooked and unsteady.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Rou led more than fifty riders and charged through the gap that Liu Quan had created.

Iron spears flew, sabers flashed, and screams, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the neighing of horses mingled together.

Liu Quan's white horse charged left and right through the enemy ranks as if it were nothing.

The black iron spear seemed to come alive in his hands; he thrust, parried, swept, and smashed, each strike carrying immense force.

The bandits were like paper under the iron spears; they died as soon as they were touched, and no one could stop them for even a moment.

Yan Rou followed closely behind Liu Quansheng, her spear never idle, thrusting and parrying left and right, taking down seven or eight bandits in a row.

Although he wasn't a monster like Liu Quan, he was still a fierce general on horseback.

As he fought, he shouted instructions to keep his fifty-odd riders in formation and prevent them from getting separated.

Liu Quan didn't turn around, but he still saw this scene, and he became even more satisfied with Yan Rou.

This guy is a true all-rounder!

He can govern when he's off horseback, and fight when he's on horseback.

He wasn't just a reckless brute who only knew how to fight; he had leadership skills.

No wonder he was highly valued by Cao Cao and his son in the original timeline, and was eventually even granted a marquisate.

From slave to nobleman.

In such an era, the difficulty is self-evident.

Liu Quan was distracted, but that didn't stop him from rampaging through the bandit group.

The bandits were devastated.

This boy riding a white horse is simply inhuman.

Someone shouted "Run!" and the bandits scattered and fled in all directions.

Liu Quan did not stop there.

He was fast on horseback, so he specifically targeted and killed bandits with fast horses.

Yan Rou, along with more than fifty riders, chased after the large group of fleeing bandits like sheep, engaging them in fierce battle.

Half an hour later, the battle was completely over.

The caravan now has nearly a hundred more strong horses.

Yan Rou was covered in blood and looked like a fierce demon, so the caravan members didn't dare to look in his direction.

Liu Quan, on the other hand, was perfectly clean, with only a few drops of blood on the hem of his clothes.

The iron spear had already been given to Yan Rou.

He rode his white horse leisurely around, his expression calm and composed, like a handsome young man returning from a spring outing, showing no signs of having just killed dozens of people.

Looking at this handsome young man, Zhang Shiping was utterly astonished.

Su Shuang walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled, "How about that? I told you so, didn't I?"

Zhang Shiping slowly turned his head to look at Su Shuang. His lips trembled slightly, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Is...is this even human?"

Su Shuang laughed heartily.