Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator.

After all the arrangements were made, the sun was setting on the horizon.

Alone on his white horse, with his silver spear, Zhao Yun rode out onto the main road, heading slowly towards the east gate of Dong Chaojin, his Night Shining White Steed moving as if on a leisurely stroll.

This scene did not arouse the vigilance or preparedness of the Dong Chaojin garrison; on the contrary, those who passed by Zhao Yun on the main road couldn't help but steal glances at his heroic bearing.

What a magnificent warhorse, what a handsome and imposing young general.

Just as Zhao Yun approached the city gate, nearing the distance where the Dong Chaojin gate guards could barely make out his features,

Zhao Yun wasn't sure if the Cao Wei gate soldiers could recognize his appearance from afar, so he secretly prepared to spur his horse into a gallop.

Suddenly, a servant blocked Zhao Yun's path, bowing respectfully.

"General," he said, "greetings."

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes, his hand gripping the Cliff Edge Spear a bit tighter, and asked,

"Why do you block my way?"

The servant pointed towards the other side of the official road and answered humbly.

"My master, seeing the general's extraordinary demeanor, wishes to befriend the general and has sent me to inquire about the general's name."

Zhao Yun looked in the direction the servant indicated and saw a caravan of carts carrying unknown goods, and among them, a carriage, clearly belonging to the master, had its curtain lifted, revealing a face of captivating beauty.

The owner of that face met Zhao Yun's gaze, a blush rising on her cheeks, and she quickly lowered the curtain.

Zhao Yun's expression remained unchanged, and he turned to the servant and asked,

"Who is your master?"

"This is the Changshan Zhengding Zhao clan's merchant caravan, but currently, the caravan is managed by Madam Fan, and it is my mistress who wishes to get acquainted with the general."

As the servant answered, a hint of pride couldn't help but show on his face.

Changshan Zhengding?

Hearing this familiar name, a trace of wistfulness appeared in Zhao Yun's eyes.

It was his hometown, separated by thirteen years.

Although Zhao Yun had brought his family to his side and relocated to Wu Commandery before he officially recognized Liu Bei as his lord and prepared to head south to Wu Commandery, the local customs and accent still stirred Zhao Yun's emotions.

As for the Zhengding Zhao clan…

Zhao Yun had gone up the mountain to learn martial arts at a young age and didn't know much about the powerful clans in Zhengding, but Zhao County was indeed full of people with Zhao as their surname.

This, in turn, softened Zhao Yun's attitude towards this fellow townsman, but after confirming that the other party was not a probe from the Dong Chaojin garrison, Zhao Yun had no time to continue the conversation.

Immediately, under the gaze of Madam Fan, who had secretly lifted a corner of the curtain again, Zhao Yun grabbed the reins and pulled up the horse's head, causing the horse to stand upright.

"Want to know my name? Then remember it well…"

In the next moment, its front hooves landed, and the telepathically connected Night Shining White Steed transformed from extreme stillness to extreme motion, charging towards the Dong Chaojin city gate, accompanied by a heroic voice that soared into the sky.

"Wei General of the Han… Zhao Zilong of Changshan is here!"

At this moment, the setting sun and the evening glow seemed to form a painting with Zhao Yun on his white horse and with his silver spear, which Madam Fan saw in her eyes, her heart was shaken, and her eyes were full of admiration.

But as Madam Fan came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes widened.

Wei General of the Han?

Zhao Zilong of Changshan?!

This name was like thunder in her ears…

Was the Great Han about to strike back?

Immediately, realizing something, Madam Fan hurriedly ordered.

"Abandon the goods and quickly move away from Dong Chaojin."

While the Zhao clan caravan was still a little dazed after receiving the order, Madam Fan couldn't help but look back at Zhao Yun's back, admiring him and secretly sighing, realizing that she was ultimately indulging in wishful thinking.

How could the Wei General of the Great Han, with his status, be someone she could aspire to…

As for whether what the young general said was true or false, Madam Fan, who had been captivated by the other party's demeanor in an instant, had her own judgment.

And what Zhao Yun said, not only did Madam Fan hear it, but even the Dong Chaojin garrison heard it, and they were stunned for a moment.

But immediately, when some of the Dong Chaojin garrison at the city gate noticed the figure charging quickly on the official road, they couldn't help but laugh.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous and utter such wild words, this is the Great Wei's…"

However, before the soldier could finish speaking, Zhao Yun, who had crossed the distance of fifty steps in an instant, nocked four arrows in a row like flowing clouds and flowing water, shooting down the four soldiers who were laughing the loudest at the city gate.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

It wasn't until the four soldiers were shot in the throat, and blood splattered out, that the remaining garrison at the city gate realized what was happening, and while panicking and shouting "Enemy attack!", they quickly tightened their spears and aimed them at the approaching Zhao Yun.

This sudden turmoil also caused the travelers and merchants who were originally queuing up at the city gate to enter and exit the city to scatter and hide, fearing that they would be caught in the middle.

And just as Zhao Yun was charging with all his might from a distance of a hundred steps, the White Horse Volunteers sentries watching from a greater distance blew their horns with all their might, the sound carrying for miles.

In an instant, Tian Yu, who had been waiting several miles away, suddenly opened his lowered eyes and shouted.

"Where righteousness lies…"

"We follow to the death!!!"

Tens of thousands of White Horse Volunteers responded in unison, their horses galloping, like a wave rushing towards the direction of Dong Chaojin.

The sound of tens of thousands of horses galloping was like muffled thunder, momentarily drowning out the sound of fighting at the Dong Chaojin city gate.

To call it fighting was actually a one-sided massacre.

Charging alone, Zhao Yun rushed towards the dozens of gate guards who had hastily formed a formation in front of him without any reservation, and wherever the Cliff Edge Spear in his hand passed, only death remained.

Zhao Yun, with a few points of benevolence and humility in his heart, while rampaging through the city gate without a single opponent who could withstand a single blow, did not forget to shout, "Those who block me die!", reminding those Cao soldiers who didn't want to die to run away.

But all this happened too quickly, so quickly that the Cao soldiers guarding the gate didn't even have time to think about escaping, and the city gate was directly penetrated by Zhao Yun, leaving a trail of corpses wherever he passed.

Zhao Yun, in his white robe and white armor, along with the Night Shining White Steed under his crotch, had most of his body stained with blood.

Zhao Yun, who had rushed into the city gate, guarded the city gate alone, with the momentum of one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men unable to open it, and for a time, the Cao soldiers who were alarmed and subconsciously surrounded him were intimidated by Zhao Yun's power and dared not step forward.

It wasn't that there was no city gate official here, but that the city gate official had already been killed by the unknowing Zhao Yun, so that these Cao soldiers were already in a state of leaderlessness.

But as the White Horse Volunteers, ambushing outside, poured into the city gate like an endless stream, rushing past Zhao Yun, turning into waves rushing towards all directions within Dong Chaojin.

The chaotic sounds of shouting and killing resounded in Dong Chaojin.

The Dong Chaojin garrison, without any prior preparation, had a force of eight thousand, but even the garrison was on duty in shifts, and more of the Dong Chaojin garrison did not even have time to put on their armor when faced with the suddenly appearing Han army.

As night fell, and as raging flames rose in various places within Dong Chaojin…

Zhao Yun would naturally not lead the White Horse Volunteers to defend Dong Chaojin for a long time within the territory of Ji'nan, and fight to the death with the Cao army, which would inevitably counterattack madly.

Therefore, from the beginning, he had prepared to seize Dong Chaojin, burn the ships docked here, along with the entire Dong Chaojin, into a white wasteland.

At this moment, Guo Jia, who was outside receiving them, looked up at the firelight under the night sky and murmured.

"I have lived up to my teacher's trust, Dong Chaojin has fallen."

(End of this chapter)