Mythical Three Kingdoms Chapter 1797 - 1672: A War That Will Never Be Lost

"Gongjin, what is the current strength of Young General Guan?" Guo Jia transmitted his thoughts to Zhou Yu.

As for Zhou Yu’s previous statent that he was on par with Sun Ce, Guo Jia didn’t believe it. Guo Jia had seen Sun Ce’s strength many tis; he possessed the battle power of Ultimate Inner Qi Manifestation and the Inner Qi Cultivation of Inner Qi Manifestation Perfection. Even if Guan Ping had broken through, it would be impossible for him to reach that level in a short ti.

"His Inner Qi surges like a river or ocean, even more frightening than Bofu. As for his battle power, Bofu is uncertain." Zhou Yu estimated vaguely. Sun Ce had ntioned Guan Ping’s strength to Zhou Yu at the ti, and Sun Ce found Guan Ping’s Inner Qi overwhelmingly terrifying.

"Are you joking?" Guo Jia was taken aback.

"Do you think I would joke about such matters?" Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow.

Guo Jia imdiately turned to look at Guan Yu, thinking that perhaps, he might witness a battle between Guan Yu and Guan Ping soti. He had always thought Guan Ping was wasting his potential, but perhaps it was a case of hidden strength bursting forth.

If it were truly as Zhou Yu said, it would indeed live up to the talent of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old with Qi Refining to Gang Peak battle power. Guan Yu’s son might even be more frightening than him.

[Hehe, perhaps General Guan will be greatly surprised this ti.] Guo Jia chuckled inwardly. If Zhou Yu’s words were true, then Guan Yu might unwittingly suffer a covert loss.

On the other side, after Guan Yu and the others withdrew, the Northern Huns Camp was in chaos. The King of Dingling was nearly frantic looking at the corpse of Tujin Rongluo being sent back. This was their top Dingling general, a super strength warrior with Legion Talent, and he was dead?

The King of Dingling almost turned against Huyan Chu for this, but Huyan Chu simply recounted the situation truthfully, and after that, the King of Dingling had nothing to say aside from his twisted expression.

"Leave that red-faced guy to us Dingling people!" The King of Dingling said, eyes blazing, "That cunning guy who ambushed us, we Dingling will deal with him ourselves."

"I think you should be careful. The opponent is really strong," Huyan Chu advised. He had learned about Guan Yu’s strength from Qiu Linbei. That was simply not an ambush; with that kind of power, even if Tujin Rongluo was prepared, he would still die!

"No need, Tujin Rongluo is dead, but we Dingling people still have , the King of Dingling. I must let the Han Army understand they committed unforgivable cris!" The King of Dingling growled angrily, directly refusing Huyan Chu’s good intentions.

A glint of indifference appeared in Huyan Chu’s eyes. He understood why the King of Dingling was so angry. All their battles showcasing Dingling strength had failed, and they had even lost a great general. In such a situation, how could the Han Army regard Dingling as powerful?

Huyan Chu even suspected that in the eyes of the true elites of the Han Army, the Dingling people might be seen as just ordinary Miscellaneous Huns. If that were the case, then the Dingling Allied Forces would hardly make any difference whether they existed or not.

It might sound strange to say there are five in the Four Great Empires, but one must admit that any nation worthy of being called an empire has an unusual confidence when facing external enemies, even if the nation’s condition is poor.

This confidence, how shall I put it, is enough to make soldiers of the empire look at non-empire soldiers as if they were trash. Maybe their physical quality is the sa, but under this confidence, the will and spirit of both sides show a huge difference.

If the Han Army also saw the Dingling as so sort of Miscellaneous Huns, then the aning of Dingling’s thirty to fifty thousand troops would really be negligible. After all, to the Han Army, when fighting against non-imperial level Miscellaneous Huns, they have absolute confidence in achieving a large battle damage ratio.

If it were truly so, these thirty to fifty thousand Dingling people would have no chance at all to tie down an equal number of Han troops. And if they can’t tie down such a number, the significance of Dingling’s reinforcents would basically vanish.

[Have we, descendants of the Kunlun Deity, already fallen behind the Han people? We still regard Dingling people as slightly weaker allied forces, whereas the Han Army sees them as slightly stronger Miscellaneous Huns?] Huyan Chu suddenly thought with so sadness.

The King of Dingling didn’t notice the sadness in Huyan Chu’s eyes. He was more focused on showing the Han Army the strength of the Dingling, only he might never realize that in the eyes of the Han Army, Dingling was at most an appendage.

On another side, halfway through his retreat, Guan Yu encountered the armies of Cao Cao and Liu Bei.

"Elder brother!" Guan Yu rode his horse up to Liu Bei and cupped his fist in salute.

"Second brother, you arrived so quickly, and Fengxiao is here as well." Liu Bei said with a smile to Guan Yu and Guo Jia, "This is Cao Sikong, Yunchang has t him before, and Fengxiao knows him well, so there’s no need for an introduction."

Both n also cupped their fists in salute to Cao Cao, and Cao Cao, looking at Guan Yu and Guo Jia, inexplicably found them very pleasing to the eye.

"Yunchang, did you have any gains earlier?" Liu Bei asked with a smile.

"I killed an unknown Miscellaneous Hun," Guan Yu said calmly and naturally, without a hint of arrogance.

"Not bad," Liu Bei nodded, not expressing approval or disapproval, and then instructed them to rejoin the ranks. It was at this ti that Sun Ce quietly paid respects to Liu Bei and Cao Cao.

Unlike his earlier arrogance, now Sun Ce, leading a group of civil and military officials, exuded an air of heroism. With a lift of his hand, his handso face, combined with his deanor, and the civil and military officials lined up behind him, his aura was already not inferior to the two n.