Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1486 - 1431: Four Directions Converge

"Gongtai, did you summon us because of urgent matters?" Now that Lyu Bu has ascended, the power structure without the leader Lyu Bu isn’t as strict, allowing the generals to be more relaxed. "Did Sheni Zhengnan defeat the Xianbei?" Zhang Liao asked himself.

"Yes, he already defeated the Xianbei under Jundu Mountain, the slaughter was so great that blood flowed like rivers," Chen Gong nodded and said. However, this wasn’t of great importance; as an observer, Chen Gong had long suspected that Sheni Pei was luring the enemy deep, but he hadn’t expected Sheni Pei to play so boldly.

"So what do we do now?" Hao Meng asked while carrying a Horse-Cutting Blade.

Hao Meng, Chengg Lian, and Song Xian had already begun to seem like they were contemplating their worth, but because Gao Shun had once saved Hao Meng from Yann Liang’s blade, and Hao Meng knew others valued something other than himself, he clung tightly to the legs of Chen Gong, Zhang Liao, and Gao Shun.

"I’m tired of dealing with civil affairs, even my smile is cramping," Chengg Lian said, his face twitching.

Chen Gong clapped his hands to focus everyone’s attention. "The Huns have invaded."

"What?" Song Xian looked at Chen Gong in confusion. Such a nonsensical thing as a Hun invasion, yet they were all gathered for a meeting; whispers spread among the crowd below.

"Not the Huns we see now, but the Northern Huns who have inherited the true Hun lineage have invaded. Sheni Zhengnan was severely injured, Zhang Junyi is gravely wounded, and Lord Guo Gongze fought valiantly and died for the country," Chen Gong’s low voice echoed in the main hall, and at once, the room fell silent.

"Bang!" The sound of an overturned table was heard as Zhang Liao, clad in armor, suddenly stood up. Then a series of rustling sounds followed as all the military generals, including Song Xian, stood up, looking solemnly at Chen Gong.

Hu Zhao and Zang Hong slowly gripped the hilt of their swords and stood up. "Gongtai, about anything else, it’s fine, but this one thing, you cannot speak carelessly."

"The Northern Huns have invaded, broke through Jundu Mountain, and Changping, and are already at the gates of Jicheng," Chen Gong calmly said, looking at the crowd.

"Then what’s there to say?" Zhang Liao flung his cloak, striding across the overturned table.

Zhang Liao strode boldly forward, Gao Shun remained indifferent, but the cold aura he emitted unknowingly inspired awe among everyone.

"Indeed, what’s there to say?" After Cao Xing followed Gao Shun out, Chengg Lian picked up his Great Spear, turning his head with boldness.

Hao Meng and Song Xian also clasped their hands in salute and exited, carrying their weapons. Though each had their own thoughts, outwardly, they were united.

"I request leave to go to Youzhou to slay the Huns," Zang Hong stepped forward and said to Chen Gong. He had witnessed how Lyu Bu defeated the Xianbei, how he left behind the legend of invincibility, and he had also seen the gradual progression of Bingzhou Jiuyuan toward a terrestrial paradise.

"There’s no need for you two to discuss it further. It’s a matter for people of the world to campaign against the Huns. You and I both have roles to play; naturally, nothing will stop you." Chen Gong said calmly.

"You go, I will stay to guard Jiuyuan. Someone always needs to remain here to ensure the people’s lives," Hu Zhao sighed and said. His aim was to educate, but how could the Northern Huns, who inherited the Hun lineage, ever submit to the Han Dynasty’s education?

Just as the Han Dynasty regarded the Northern Huns as arch-enemies, the Northern Huns also saw the Han Dynasty as mortal enemies; the two couldn’t coexist. Hu Zhao’s words accepted the means of war, acknowledging the Iron Blood Sect’s ways.

For a sage who based his life on education, this step of concession already spoke volumes about many things. Hundreds of years deepened the hatred between both sides.

"Wen Yuan, are you going to..." Gao Shun, still wearing standard armor indistinguishable from miscellaneous soldiers, opened his mouth as he watched Zhang Liao rush towards his hometown on horseback.

"Change weapons, kill the Huns!" Zhang Liao’s deep voice reached Gao Shun’s ears. As Zhang Liao’s longtime friend, Gao Shun could no longer remember when Zhang Liao, usually cheerful and able to overcome anything, spoke in such a tone.

"I’ll wait for you," Gao Shun replied.

Then Gao Shun began to gather his trusted aides. Although no one now suppressed Gao Shun, he still only had eight hundred men under his command. However, unlike before, his trap formation troops were this time clad in armor and equipped with horses inherited from the Feathered Forest Guards.

Zhang Liao went quickly and returned just as swiftly. This time, he replaced his original Steel Spear with a large spearhead-topped spear that looked top-heavy.

Three hundred years ago, Zhang Liao’s family was a prestigious aristocratic family, known as County Prestige. However, when the plot in Ma Yi was exposed, they became deeply hated by the Huns. The Nie Family, located in the north, was forced to relocate and even change their surname to avoid disaster.

Time flows like water; the Northern Huns, inheriting everything from the Huns, have invaded Youzhou. For Zhang Liao, it’s not only a blood feud between the Han Empire and the Huns but also a longstanding resentment of a fallen aristocratic family.

"Gongzheng, help me!" Zhang Liao, single-handedly lifting the top-heavy spear, called out to Gao Shun, who was riding towards him.

"Alright!" Gao Shun said nothing else, just nodded. The Northern Hun invasion, for generals like him and Zhang Liao, committed to defending the nation, meant only war.

This was perhaps the quickest assembly of troops under Lyu Bu’s command ever since Lyu Bu ascended. The commanders didn’t engage in unnecessary actions, directly mobilizing all their soldiers from their camps.

At the foot of Jiuyuan City, over ten thousand Wolf Cavalry lined up in formation. When everyone gathered, there was no pledge nor unnecessary words; everyone naturally arranged themselves into a battle formation. Chengg Lian led as the vanguard, Zhang Liao managed the center dispatching, with Song Xian and Hao Meng taking the left and right flanks, while Gao Shun’s trap formation remained in the center as an escort.

At this moment, the first spontaneously organized force against the Northern Hun invasion emerged in the North. Shortly after, Gao Lan in Bingzhou, suppressing his inner fear, brought along all the carefully selected soldiers from him and Zhang He to head towards Jicheng.

No matter the fear, after receiving the news, Gao Lan still stepped forward to march, whether it was to protect the last bloodline of the Yuan Family or because of the last pride of the Four Courts of Hebei; Gao Lan took his blade spear to march.

In Youzhou Liaodong, Zhuge Liang and Zhang Fei had been restrained for a long time. When the Xianbei were driven through the gates by Sheni Pei, Zhuge Liang and Zhang Fei were already prepared to take over. However, the situation quickly changed, and the Northern Huns defeated Sheni Pei so quickly that Zhuge Liang hadn’t managed to arrive before it was over.

Thus, Zhuge Liang and Zhang Fei unexpectedly ended up behind the Northern Hun army. However, due to strict defenses set by the Northern Huns, and after Li Tong was instructed by Zhuge Liang to conduct a small scale probing, it became clear that the Northern Huns were different from ordinary Hu people.

Looking at the devastated Youzhou, the usually calm expression of Zhuge Liang showed rare traces of severity. It’s destined that Tian Yu couldn’t return to their side from Southern Youzhou now; only their army was left in the northern Youzhou.