Chapter 32

This Liu Bei of this era had not yet gone to Rome to be a gladiator, and he did not know if he would ever get the chance in this life. Therefore, he did not know what the term "Imperial Auxiliary Army" meant.

Qin Feng would not tell him the true meaning of the Imperial Auxiliary Army in the future, and teased, "You don't know what the Imperial Auxiliary Army is? It's the army that assists the imperial family, abbreviated as the Imperial Auxiliary Army."

Liu Bei, who was originally afraid that Qin Feng and others would look down on his ragtag local militia, was quite pleased to hear such a prestigious title: the army that assists the imperial family. But as a commoner, he knew how to behave and quickly flattered, "I am not worthy of the title of the Imperial Auxiliary Army. My younger brother's army is the true Imperial Auxiliary Army."

Qin Feng grinned and immediately waved his hand, "No, no, no. An army like the Imperial Auxiliary Army, which is loyal and righteous, is not something just anyone can name. Only an imperial relative like Lord Xuande can lead an army worthy of the title of the Imperial Auxiliary Army!"

Liu Bei was very pleased and hurriedly flattered again, "No, no, no. What virtue or ability does Liu Bei have to deserve such an honorable title? In my view, the army led by my younger brother is even more powerful than the Imperial Auxiliary Army. In the future, when you achieve great deeds and receive the court's rewards, your army will surely become the legitimate Imperial Army."

Qin Feng's mouth opened wide in shock, thinking, "This Liu Xuande is indeed impressive, able to extrapolate and even come up with the Imperial Army." He could call it anything, but absolutely not the Imperial Auxiliary Army, and certainly not the Imperial Army. He waved his hand and said, "No, no, no. It seems I was wrong just now. Only an imperial relative like Lord Xuande deserves the title of the Imperial Army. My army is just the Righteous Militia."

Liu Bei suddenly turned pale, thinking, "You, Qin Zijin, are a minister. Calling it the Imperial Army means it is an army loyal to the emperor. I am an imperial relative. If my army is called the Imperial Army, it would imply a usurpation." He hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, no. Liu Bei is unworthy of the title of the Imperial Army. The Imperial Auxiliary Army is better. Thank you, younger brother, for the name!"

This time, it was Qin Feng's turn to be shocked, thinking, "I was just teasing you, and you actually called it the Imperial Auxiliary Army?" He couldn't help but say, "You are truly 'liubì'!"

"Liubì!" Liu Bei frowned, not understanding the meaning but feeling it sounded familiar.

"Liubì?" Liu Yan and others looked at each other, not knowing what it meant.

But Liu Zhang, being "wise," threw away the chicken ribs, licked the oil off his hands, and said cutely, "This must be the local dialect from General Qin's hometown. Brother Xuande, don't mind it."

"My son is indeed wise!" Liu Yan immediately praised his son.

It turned out to be a local dialect! If you talk about the dialects from different regions, there are many peculiarities in the tones. Liu Bei thought, "No wonder it sounded familiar. It's Qin Zijin calling me."

Liu Bei knew that Qin Feng had a strong and well-equipped army, with money and power, and would surely be useful in the future. Therefore, he hurriedly said, "General Qin is right. I am indeed 'liubì'!" To get close to Qin Feng, Liu Bei also learned to use the local dialect, calling himself "liubì."

Qin Feng thought, "This is not a local dialect. You guys are all 'liubì'." He laughed and pointed at Liu Bei, saying, "Indeed, you are 'liubì,' with many 'liuxian.'"

Liu Bei thought Qin Feng was praising him and quickly nodded and bowed, smiling obsequiously, "Thank you for your high regard, younger brother. In the future, we brothers need to be closer. I have many 'liuxian' and need to learn more from you!"

Qin Feng shuddered, thinking, "If you have many 'liuxian,' it must be either psoriasis or vitiligo. I should stay away from you."

From then on, Liu Bei often used Qin Feng's "local dialect" in front of Qin Feng, calling himself "liubì, with many 'liuxian.'" Later, people gradually forgot about Liu Bei and Xuande, and began to call Liu Bei "liubì, with many 'liuxian'" using the "local dialect."

The drinking lasted for an hour, and the atmosphere was very harmonious amidst Liu Bei's enthusiastic flattery.

Just as they were about to disperse, a messenger arrived, bringing a letter from the Northern General, Lu Zhi.

With the Yellow Turbans rampant, Liu Yan did not dare to be negligent and immediately opened the letter. His expression changed, thinking, "Fortunately, it's news from Ji Province."

The letter was passed to Qin Feng and then to Liu Bei to read.

Qin Feng's expression also turned grim, while Liu Bei looked eager.

"Ten thousand Yellow Turbans have crossed the Yellow River and advanced north to Ji Province!" Qin Feng frowned, thinking, "According to the history I know, the Yellow Turbans from Qing Province were supposed to attack Kong Rong, and then Liu Bei would go to rescue. Now, they are all coming to Ji Province."

The butterfly effect!

After all, after Qin Feng came to this era, he first met Liu Bei and the unknown Cao Cao. After the battle at Xu Family Village, the paths of Liu Bei and Cao Cao diverged from their historical trajectories.

Liu Yan sighed, "General Lu Zhi is in dire straits. Alas, our You Province's defenses are insufficient, and we cannot spare any troops. Fortunately, my younger brother Zijin and my nephew Liu Bei are here. Can the two of you go to General Lu Zhi's aid?"

Qin Feng cursed inwardly, "Old fox, no wonder you later chose to retire in the peaceful and war-free Shu region. But do you know that your son was ultimately killed by Liu Bei?"

However, if Qin Feng were to mention Liu Bei now, he would likely be considered insane.

Qin Feng had recruited and trained troops to gain merit during the Yellow Turban Rebellion. He thought, "If I go, I go. It's a good opportunity to return to General Lu Zhi. This time, if he doesn't give me an official position, I won't stay with you old fellows."

Liu Bei's eagerness to gain merit was even greater than Qin Feng's. He immediately slapped his chest and said, "Uncle, please rest assured. Liu Bei will set out immediately to aid my teacher, General Lu Zhi!"

Qin Feng shuddered, thinking, "Liu Bei, everyone already knows you are an imperial relative and that Lu Zhi is your teacher. You don't need to keep reminding us. It's as if we have short memories."

The next morning, Liu Yan led his personal guards out of the city to see Qin Feng and Liu Bei off.

Qin Feng's Xianyang Camp was well-trained and arrived first.

Liu Yan saw that Qin Feng's cavalry was strong and impressive, with uniform armor and three-pronged double-edged swords, giving off a formidable and unified aura.

Liu Yan nodded repeatedly, thinking, "Only such an army can defeat the Yellow Turbans!" He also noticed two large banners in the army, one reading "Xianyang Camp" and the other "Righteous Militia."

Not long after, Liu Bei's troops arrived. Liu Yan was fine, but Qin Feng was shocked.

He saw that Liu Bei had a banner, a black flag with three white characters: "Imperial Auxiliary Army."

There were also three other banners, reading "Imperial Auxiliary Army Liu Bei," "Imperial Auxiliary Army Guan Yu," and "Imperial Auxiliary Army Zhang Fei."

Qin Feng almost spat blood, thinking, "Liu Bei is truly talented."

Although Liu Yan was dissatisfied with Liu Bei's poorly equipped and rudimentary army, he was pleased with the banner and stroked his beard, praising, "What a good name, the Imperial Auxiliary Army! Supporting the Han dynasty and eliminating evil. My nephew is a man of great heart!"

Qin Feng thought, "He is indeed a man of great heart, but under such a banner, it will be hard to eliminate evil. Instead, it will be seen as gathering and nurturing evil, making it even more believable to the world."

Liu Yan suddenly remembered something and immediately said, "Thank you, Zijin, for coming up with such a good name for my nephew Liu Bei."

Qin Feng shuddered and hurriedly said, "No, no, no. The only one who can bear the name 'Imperial Auxiliary Army' is 'liuxian du.'"

Liu Bei, hearing this, hurriedly bowed and thanked, "Thank you, younger brother Zijin, for giving the name to 'liubì.' 'Liubì' is deeply grateful."

Qin Feng was very "awkward," thinking, "You really dare to use this name. You are too 'liubì'." He pointed at Liu Bei and sighed, "Indeed, you are 'liubì, with many 'liuxian'!"

Everyone thought Qin Feng was praising Liu Bei.

Thus, Qin Feng raised the banner of the Righteous Militia, while Liu Bei raised the banner of the Imperial Auxiliary Army. This was a perfect match, and in the future, it would surely surprise many. Liu Bei's creation of the Imperial Auxiliary Army was later adopted by many special forces in various countries, making it a name that would last for ages.

Qin Feng, with his full cavalry, set out first and reached Lu Zhi's camp after half a day's ride.

"General Qin has arrived!" The messenger, intimidated by Qin Feng's military might, though he knew Qin Feng had no official position, dared not call him a commoner and shouted, "General!"

No one in the tent was dissatisfied. Qin Feng's achievement of defeating 50,000 Yellow Turbans with 500 cavalry had already impressed everyone.

Qin Feng entered the tent and saw Lu Zhi, who was frowning, and the other officers who looked grim.

Lu Zhi had earlier received Liu Yan's battle report and praised Qin Feng for relieving the crisis in You Province. He suddenly thought, "Since Qin Zijin could rescue Zhuo County with 500 cavalry, perhaps he could also help me." He immediately said, "Zijin, I received a battle report yesterday. The Yellow Turban rebels led by Bian Xi, Gao Sheng, and Yan Zheng, with 100,000 troops, have crossed the river. Their forces are vast. They have already passed Pingyuan. If they join forces with Zhang Jiao in Guangzong, we will be hard-pressed to resist. If we retreat, Wei County and other areas will fall. The recent progress in the north will be lost!"

Lu Zhi sighed, and the officers in the tent also sighed. They had only 50,000 troops, and the enemy's 200,000 troops were forming a pincer attack from the north and south, causing great panic.

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "If you lose, it's your problem, but my wives are in Ye City. We absolutely cannot retreat, not even a step."

But if they didn't retreat, what could they do?

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