Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

Chapter 79 3 Million

The Xianbei garrison on the opposite bank had already been alerted.

The chaos started at the sentry post and quickly spread throughout the entire camp, turning it into complete disarray.

The soldiers who emerged from the tents were either shirtless, had their trousers pulled up, or were carrying saddles and searching for horses.

The young commander left behind felt a sudden rush of excitement; his first thought was, "Has the king been defeated?"

He then bit his tongue hard. Impossible! The Great King has 80,000 iron cavalry, while the Han people only have a few?

But the firelight, shouts, and hoofbeats from across the river clearly indicated that the Han Chinese were attacking!

He yanked his knife out, his voice cracking: "Cut the bridge! Cut the bridge now! Cut all the ropes!"

Behind him were the families of hundreds of tribes and the savings of the Xianbei royal court accumulated over decades.

If the Han people cross the river, everything will be over.

The Xianbei people rushed towards the pontoon bridge like madmen, hacking and slashing at the ropes that held the bridge in place with their swords and axes.

The ropes, made of coarse hemp and cowhide twisted together, snapped one by one under the blade, making muffled "bang" sounds.

Liu Quan narrowed his eyes, gently pressed his palm on Zhu Yun's head, and transferred a wisp of energy into his body.

Zhu Yun was already a fine horse, and at this moment it suddenly neighed loudly, its four hooves left the ground, and its speed suddenly doubled.

The wind howled sharply, and the scenery on both sides was blurred into lines.

Lu Bu and Guan Yu watched in shock as a man and a horse shot out in a blur.

Lü Bu blurted out, "What a fine horse!"

Guan Yu remained silent, his gaze following the shadow, his eyes clearly filled with envy.

"One broke!" "Three more needed! Hurry! Hurry!"

The Xianbei people were screaming.

The moment he raised his axe and knife, Liu Quan was already in front of him.

Iron spears pierced out from the darkness.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four or five Xianbei warriors blocking the bridgehead were hit by spears almost simultaneously. Some clutched their throats, some clutched their chests, and collapsed without uttering a sound.

It soared into the sky and landed on the shore.

Liu Quan moved with lightning speed, his iron spear flying out to strike.

Several Xianbei soldiers who were clinging to the bridge railing and hacking at the ropes were sent flying, crashing into the crowd behind them and knocking down several people.

Lu Bu, who was watching from behind, shook his head and sighed, "Yuan Gu's superhuman strength... I am no match for him."

There's not much to say about the battles that followed.

Liu Quan, Lü Bu, and Guan Yu rode in front, like three sharp knives piercing into the Xianbei camp.

Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Han Dang, and others then led their troops in a surprise attack, wielding both swords and spears, slaughtering the Xianbei people until they cried out in despair.

Within a quarter of an hour, the hundreds of defenders had scattered. Some ran into the mountains, some hid in the bushes, and some simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Yun Chang, Xin Zhi, you take men and set fire to the place." Liu Quan reined in his horse and calmly issued the order. "Feng Xian, you take men and drive away those tribespeople. The more chaotic the better. Kill all the men who are faster than a cartwheel."

Lu Bu nodded silently, and Zhang Xun responded with a chorus of agreement before each leading their men away.

Liu Bei and Guan Yu frowned, showing reluctance, but ultimately said nothing.

Such was the nature of warfare on the grasslands: the Xianbei people raided and plundered the borders year after year, treating the Han people with equal cruelty.

"Abei, follow me." Liu Quan turned his horse and galloped deeper into the royal court.

"Where to?"

"Give me the money."

Liu Bei was taken aback, then spurred his horse to follow.

The Xianbei royal court was located at the foot of Tanhan Mountain.

It was called a royal court, but it was not a city.

Instead, it is a living area consisting of various tents, warehouses, and wooden corridors.

At this moment, flames were raging, cries, the sound of horses' hooves, and the clash of swords were all mixed together, and Xianbei people were running around like headless flies everywhere.

Liu Quan rode the Zhuyun, weaving through the tents, guided by the drone overhead, and deliberately choosing deserted alleys.

Occasionally, they would encounter scattered Xianbei warriors, and before they could react, they would kill them with a single spear thrust, clean and swift.

"Ah Quan looks so familiar, like he's been here before? Ah, he must have used some kind of supernatural power again. Could he be a clairvoyant?" Liu Bei thought to himself.

Soon, they arrived deep within the royal court, where a huge warehouse stood.

There were even samurai guarding the warehouse. Although they looked anxious and flustered, they did not abandon their posts.

Without further ado, Liu Quan took out his bow and fired a barrage of arrows.

They quickly shot and killed the warehouse guards.

The two arrived at the warehouse and dismounted.

This is a warehouse with a stone and wood structure. The entrance is a large iron gate with a row of five copper locks, each about the size of an adult's fist, hanging on it.

"Ah Quan, how... how do we get in?" Liu Bei was troubled.

Liu Quan smiled, walked to the door, and pointed his right index finger at the keyhole.

Nanobots rapidly gathered at his fingertips, then flowed into the keyhole, filling every gap in the lock cylinder in the blink of an eye, before hardening into a perfectly fitting key.

Liu Quan gently turned his finger.

"Click".

The copper lock popped open.

He casually picked it, threw it on the ground, and went to open a second one.

Liu Bei bent down, picked up the copper lock, and weighed it in his hand.

What a huge piece of copper!

If we take it back and melt it down, how many Wuzhu coins could we mint?

He couldn't bear to throw it away, so he held it in his hands.

Liu Quan caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He thought to himself, "Once we get into the storeroom, you won't feel bad about these few copper coins."

He did the same thing and opened all the remaining brass locks.

He then took a torch from the wall next to the door, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Liu Bei followed, carrying five copper locks.

Illuminated by the firelight, the scene inside the warehouse came into view, and Liu Bei's mouth slowly opened wide.

Clang, clang~

The copper lock in his hand fell to the ground.

The warehouse was full of money, truckloads of money, truckloads of Han Dynasty Wuzhu coins.

"This...this..."

He temporarily lost his ability to speak.

Liu Quan sneered, "See that? This is the money the Han emperor gave to the Xianbei people. Isn't that generous?"

"How much money is this?" Liu Bei finally managed to speak, his voice hoarse.

Liu Quan said, "Since Emperor Ming, our dynasty has bestowed or rewarded the Xianbei with as much as 270 million coins every year to win over their tribal leaders and maintain stability in the border regions. Unfortunately, we have only fattened up a treacherous wolf."

"Two, two hundred and seventy million?!" Liu Bei's scalp tingled; this was an astronomical figure for him.

"A lot?" Liu Quan continued, "Besides the 270 million coins given to the Xianbei, the court also annually bestows over 190 million coins upon the Southern Xiongnu, and 90 million coins upon the Wuhuan."

Liu Quan pointed to the warehouse and said, "This is what the Xianbei people have left over from the imperial rewards they received over the years. It's the hard-earned money of the people of our Great Han. It's not unreasonable for us to take it, is it?"

Liu Bei subconsciously shook his head, "It's not excessive."

Then, startled, he exclaimed, "We...we're taking this money? How...how are we going to take it?"

As soon as he said it, Liu Bei slapped his forehead. Ah Quan was a god, so naturally he had a way, like the method he used to collect the armor before.

Liu Quan laughed and said, "I have my own methods."

For this day, Liu Quan had specially emptied his internal space pouch.

Apart from the human genes, other items such as the escape pods and various meteorites he collected during his space travels were all left in the horse farm's warehouse.

This is why, when he had the opportunity to collect more Han army supplies, he only collected armor and a small number of weapons.

Liu Quan stepped forward, and the large carts carrying money disappeared.

"Ah Quan, how much money is here?"

"At least 300 million."

Liu Bei's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and he thought to himself, "I'm rich! I'm rich!"