Lu Bu continued. “When I grew up, I joined our great Han army. Winter was when foreigners come and plunder us. In the Battle of Jiuyuan, our Han army of a hundred and twenty three strong was trapped by thirty thousand Wuwan in the middle of wilderness! Thirty thousand Wuwan heavy cavalries! In that battle, my weapon broke apart, one after another, I changed my weapons. In that battle, my war horse died, one after another, I changed my horse. My armor was dyed red by the blood, unable to wash off. A hundred and twenty three men, only three survived! Amongst them was I, Lu Bu, Lu Fengxian! Never had I beg for forgiveness! Do you know how many Wuwan died by my hands?!”
Lu Bu extended his fingers. “A hundred and twenty three men. A hundred and twenty died. We defeated the Wuwan cavalry of thirty thousand, killed seven thousand!”
Whenever Lu Bu mention numbers, Xu Huang and Li Dian’s hearts trembled. A hundred against thirty thousand! That’s three hundredfold! Enemies three hundred times as many! Lu Bu also thought that he was certainly going to die too. Who would’ve imagined that because he went berserk and killed so many, the Wuwan grew afraid of him and issued an order to flee. Only then did Lu Bu managed to survive.
“Afterwards, I started working under Ding Yuan, Ding Jianyang. Bing Province Heavy Cavalries, we fought against the Wuwan and the Liaodong! From those foreigners, from those prairie wolves, and from those Han Dynasty officials, I learned of one thing - surrendering meant death! Had I surrender to those wolves, then perhaps I would’ve already become a cluster of bones on the prairie! Had I surrender to the Wuwan, then perhaps I would either be their slave or be killed by them!” Lu Bu smiled as he looked at Xu Huang and