Xiang Yu thought for a moment, then dismounted and handed the spear to Wang Yin, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."
Wang Yin placed the gun behind the coal cart and said with difficulty, "But how will the horse get on?"
The back of the truck was about 1.5 meters high, and people had to hold onto the handrails to climb up.
Bao Jin pulled Li Kui along and said, "Come on, I'll hold your front legs and you lift your hind legs, let's get the horse on."
Everyone: "..."
Shi Qian emerged from the crowd, repeatedly shouting, "I have a way! I have a way!"
He jumped onto the cart, pulled an apple from his pocket, and waved it at the rabbit, saying, "Hey, little horse, get over here." So it was another one of those petty theft schemes. The rabbit gave him a disdainful look, snorted, and spat in Shi Qian's face.
Xiang Yu smiled slightly, put two fingers in his mouth and whistled, then shouted, "Little Black, go!"
Hearing its owner call, the rabbit scurried back a few steps, then trotted up, its two front legs nimbly lifting it onto the side of the cart. With a push of its hind legs, it landed steadily on the cart. Then it stared at Shi Qian for a moment, before lowering its head and eating the apple from Shi Qian's hand. Everyone laughed, praising, "What a clever animal!" I thought to myself: No wonder it jumped through a hoop of fire!
Then, I had Wei Tiezhu and Li Jingshui drive two school buses to pick up everyone. Xiang Yu, Qin Shihuang, and I, along with the same group of people, got into the van and drove towards Chun Kong Mountain.
This time, we had a little guy on the bus—Cao Xiaoxiang. Besides steamed buns, this kid is closest to Qin Shi Huang. His chubby uncle selflessly passed on to him the secret to summoning 30 people in Contra, and the two even fought side-by-side for a time. Next, he loves to stick close to Xiang Yu. Although Uncle Xiang never gives him a friendly look, everything he teaches him is new and exciting. Now, Xiaoxiang has taken a liking to Wu Sangui. The old traitor looks bitter and resentful towards others, but he plays happily with Cao Xiaoxiang, the two of them laughing and joking from time to time.
Wu Sangui lamented, "When I died... when I passed away, my grandson was already as big as a baby elephant."
I thought to myself, "Where did you get this grandson from? Wasn't Wu Yingxiong castrated by Princess Jianning?"
As I drove, I asked the little elephant, "Your Uncle Xiang is going to fight Lü Bu. Who do you hope will win?"
Cao Xiaoxiang said without hesitation, "Of course I hope Uncle Xiang wins. My dad said Lü Bu is not a good person."
I laughed and asked, "What did your father think of Lü Bu?"
"My father often told Uncle Xu Chu and the others, 'Don't be like Lü Bu!'"
Everyone in the carriage burst into laughter. Xiang Yu also laughed and said, "This kid has terrible interpersonal skills."
I said, "Brother Yu, being popular is one thing, but this Lu Bu is really skilled. Don't underestimate him."
Xiang Yu stopped laughing and said, "I just look down on him a little. Even for A Yu's sake, I won't underestimate him."
I was silent for a moment before saying, "Don't get your hopes up too high. It's been thousands of years since we came here. Your sister-in-law might not actually be from the same era as us. Look at Guan Yu, wasn't he? He had two brothers, and the eldest and the third went to the Northern Dynasties and the Sui Dynasty respectively..."
Xiang Yu nodded: "I understand."
When we arrived at the villa, that kid Erpang hadn't come yet. It seemed like no one had lived there since our last commotion; the grass was practically bare, and the house was a complete mess. Wu Sangui pretended to wander around, but he was actually checking for ambushes. The old man had spent his whole life scheming and plotting, so he was always on guard. I called him back: "Do you really need to go through all that trouble to find out if there's an ambush?" I turned to Zhao Bailian and asked, "Little Zhao, is there any murderous aura?"...
Just then, the two buses following behind us started churning out passengers. Wu Daozi set up his easel, laid out all his brushes, and looked on with excitement. It seemed even these literati didn't want to miss the grand spectacle of Xiang Yu's battle against Lü Bu. I said with a touch of regret, "I really should have brought my camera."
The heroes pulled out their phones one after another: "Our phones can take pictures." Then they started discussing among themselves: "How many bars of battery do you have left?" "Mine is a 3-megapixel camera, what about yours?"
I:"……"
To avoid making the rabbits uncomfortable, Wang Yin drove very slowly, arriving last. A large, fully enclosed container truck slowly followed behind him. The truck drove to the middle of the pasture, the rear door slowly rose, and several people quickly ran out of the driver's cab, immediately starting to build a ramp to the back.
We had no idea what was going on, so we just gathered around to watch. After the little bridge was built, the driver pressed some button, and a small gate rose up on the back door of the container. We peeked inside and saw that there was a horse inside.
This horse looked a little taller than a rabbit, its entire body pure white without a single stray hair. Its mane appeared unkempt, but the cost of grooming it was certainly no less than that of Beckham's; it was smooth and glossy, like a rising cloud.
The big white horse looked like a pampered creature. While people were busy outside building a ladder for it, it didn't even look at them, just listlessly looking around. Only after the long ladder was finished did it tentatively stick out one hoof to test its footing, then waddled off the truck with an air of superiority. The workers quickly draped a thin blanket over its back and began carefully brushing it clean with fine brushes. Zhang Shun glanced into the container and said, "Hey, an air-conditioned truck."
The rabbit, standing atop the coal cart, was dumbfounded. Even when it was a racehorse, it probably never enjoyed such treatment. It looked at the big white horse, and the big white horse was also sizing it up. Seeing the rabbit standing so pathetically on the coal cart, the horse let out a soft neigh, as if mocking it. The rabbit snorted, whether out of envy or a touch of resentment, and hopped off the coal cart.
Before the battle even began, they were already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum, which made everyone a little unhappy. Seeing even a single horse acting so arrogantly, who knew how cocky Lü Bu would become?
When Lü Bu arrived, we were all utterly astonished. This guy was riding a beat-up Happiness 250 motorcycle, with his halberd, wrapped in plastic sheeting and strapped vertically to the bike, making him look like someone installing a window sill.
Seeing that the workers hadn't finished, Lü Bu started untying his halberd himself. I took out a cigarette and walked over—to others he was Lü Bu, but to me he was Erpang, the kid I'd grown up bickering with since childhood; it wouldn't be right not to say hello.
I handed him a cigarette: "You're here?"
Erpang looked at the cigarette in my hand for a while, then said hesitantly, "I even quit smoking for this final battle."
How long have you been abstaining?
"...I quit this morning."
I gave him a playful kick in the butt and laughed, "Go ahead and smoke! One cigarette won't kill you?"
Erpang, feeling embarrassed, lit a fire and said, "You guys arrived a long time ago?"
I said, "I just arrived."
Then we ran out of things to say. After all, we're on opposing sides now.
Erpang leaned on his halberd, waiting for the workers to finish, but they were busy scrubbing every inch of the white horse. Finally, Erpang lost his patience and shouted, "Are you ever going to stop? That's a horse, not a motorcycle! What are you scrubbing for? Who's going to pay for the paint damage?"
Upon hearing his shout, the workers hurriedly sped up, then slunk off onto the vehicle.
Erpang stuck the halberd into the grass and unloaded a large pile of things from the back of the motorcycle. Upon opening them, they found a well-made leather armor, clearly a modern handcrafted piece, probably funded by He Tiandou.
Erpang put on his leather chest protector and leather shawl. I chuckled and said, "Hey, a Bronze Saint, huh? You haven't finished fighting the Twelve Palaces yet, have you?"
Erpang chuckled awkwardly, tossed his cigarette butt on the ground, and went over to carefully inspect the white horse's girth before mounting it. Seeing this, Xiang Yu also retrieved his Overlord Spear from the coal cart and mounted Rabbit. The two of them rode in large circles around the field, gradually increasing their pace from a trot to a gallop. Although the white horse was proud, it was truly remarkable when it ran, keeping pace with Rabbit, the two horses, one white and one black, moving across the grass like two arrows released from a bow.
I asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
Lin Chong said, "Let's test the horses first. If these two start fighting, it won't be clear who's the winner until they've exchanged three or five hundred blows. The horses need to get moving before we can decide the outcome."
After a while, the heroes and the Eight Heavenly Kings sat upright, and I knew it was about to begin. Sure enough, both of them gradually slowed down their horses. After circling around for half a circle, Erpang stood facing Xiang Yu on the left and right, and Erpang clasped his hands in a fist salute to Xiang Yu, saying, "You are before me, so I call you Brother Xiang. You may not even know my name."