Early that morning, a young man dressed in white stood at the gate of the Yellow Turban Army camp in Yingchuan, his gaze fixed on the closed city gates of Yingchuan in the distance, lost in thought.
"My lord, what are you thinking about so early in the morning, coming here alone?"
Two tall, burly men had appeared beside the young man in white. These two men were none other than Dian Wei and Zang Ba. The young man in white was Lü Bu.
"Nothing much, just came out to take a look. Do you think the Yellow Turban Army can take Yingchuan City this time?"
Lü Bu didn't turn around, still looking at Yingchuan City, and casually asked a question. It seemed as if he was asking Zang Ba and Dian Wei, or perhaps he was talking to himself.
“I said we definitely can. The Yellow Turban Army has 200,000
