Upon hearing Yang Jin's words.
The pseudo-drowsy Guan Yu abruptly opened his eyes:
"Strategist, how much certainty do you have?"
If you can't beat them, join them.
Zhang Fei straightened his body, his face solemn.
With a tremor, Liu Bei looked hopeful.
More than half of the Eighteen Lords have been lost, and the million-strong army is nearly annihilated. For the Thirteen States, this is a severe blow to vitality. Without a decade of recuperation, there is absolutely no power to venture to Luoyang again to challenge Dong Zhuo.
Even more worrying is that those Dukes, frightened by Lü Bu's might, may feel the terror in their hearts and choose to directly submit to "Dong Zhuo's" command.
But if it's the World's Number One Martial General Lü Bu... he alone is enough to campaign against Dong Zhuo.
Having just experienced Lü Bu's great power, everyone present thought that if this "idea" were realized, with Lü Bu's might...
