It was actually him?
At this moment, He Xian had an indescribable feeling. However, after his mind whirled through a thousand thoughts, only one exclamation remained: "It really pays to read more books!"
This Nameless Strongman might truly be an unknown person to most. But that didn't mean he wasn't worth remembering; on the contrary, this man was brimming with chivalry and the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn period, in no way inferior to eternal assassins like Jing Ke, Zhuan Zhu, or Yu Rang.
However, even for He Xian, who was familiar with history books, he only knew of this man's most earth-shaking battle from the hidden corners of history.
Back then, when the tyrannical Qin unified the world, the First Emperor's harsh laws caused endless resentment throughout the land. Zhang Liang, one of the Three Heroes of the Early Han, intended to assassinate First Emperor of Qin, Ying Zheng, to avenge the destruction of the Han State. However, as a strategist without the strength to even truss a chicken, he could find no opportunity against the heavily guarded First Emperor.
Just as Zhang Liang was at his wits' end, he met Lord Canghai in Huaiyang. Through Lord Canghai's recommendation, he met this Nameless Strongman. In that meeting, Zhang Liang saw that this Nameless Strongman could wield a hundred-and-twenty-pound iron cone and kill a bear single-handedly; he knew then that his chance had come.
What was truly commendable was that although this strongman was of lowly birth and illiterate, he was extremely well-mannered and cared for the world. He felt the suffering of the common people and wanted to contribute his strength to ending the era of tyrannical Qin. After an exchange with Zhang Liang, the Nameless Strongman immediately decided to sacrifice his life to help Zhang Liang assassinate First Emperor of Qin.
Thus, in the Battle of Bolangsha, the Nameless Strongman threw his iron cone to intercept and kill First Emperor of Qin. Unfortunately, First Emperor of Qin was suspicious by nature and switched between several four-horse carriages during every excursion. Although the Nameless Strongman smashed the carriage to pieces, he did not harm First Emperor of Qin. Subsequently, to cover Zhang Liang's escape, the Nameless Strongman fought a bloody battle against tens of thousands of wolf-like Qin soldiers guarding the Emperor, eventually dying in Bolangsha.
Reflecting on this battle, He Xian immediately understood the wonderful use of that 'whatever' system from the underworld: Sure enough, at a time like this, having this Brave Man who hated evil as if it were his enemy step forward was the best choice to save him!
Looking at the life of this Nameless Strongman, he was almost exactly the bodyguard He Xian needed most right now.
This man possessed extraordinary martial prowess, could wield a hundred-and-twenty-pound iron cone, and could kill a bear single-handedly. Such strength was not at all inferior to Dian Wei, who held twin halberds and chased tigers across ravines. Moreover, he cared for the world and hated evil, was bold yet cautious, knew when to advance or retreat, and understood etiquette. Having him by He Xian's side not only provided an overwhelming sense of security but also gave him immense prestige.
The final and most important point was that when He Xian spoke of this man's origins, a flash of surprise and joy crossed the strongman's eyes. This meant the Nameless Strongman had a very good impression of He Xian!
Thus, in his excitement, He Xian immediately grasped Nameless's hand and said, "If you do not mind, Nameless Brave Man, would you be willing to stay in the manor so that I might repay your life-saving grace?"
After saying this, He Xian saw the resistance on the Nameless Brave Man's face. In an instant, He Xian realized his words were too unrefined: this Nameless Brave Man was clearly not someone who performed favors for reward. Furthermore, expressing his desire to recruit him so urgently made him seem far too opportunistic.
Therefore, without waiting for the Nameless Brave Man to refuse, He Xian quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Please do not misunderstand, Brave Man. It is just that Dong Zhuo has entered the capital, and Luoyang is in chaos. My He family is already a thorn in Dong Zhuo's side. You have saved me for a moment, but you cannot save me for a lifetime. Only if you stay in the manor can the peace of this household be ensured."
This sounded even worse than the first sentence. What do you mean 'don't misunderstand'? You've shamelessly asked him to be your bodyguard; how could he not misunderstand?
Besides, could he really protect the safety of the entire He Manor alone? Dong Zhuo wasn't just one person; he was the leader of an army of over a hundred thousand. With a wave of his hand, countless Xiliang Iron Cavalry would trample the He family. No matter how good the Nameless Brave Man was at fighting, he couldn't possibly defeat thousands of troops alone.
This request was simply an unreasonable demand for someone's life!
But strangely, after hearing these words, the Nameless Brave Man's expression actually became resolute, and he said with a sense of duty, "Since the Young Master dares to stand firm for his family, it is the act of a filial son and a true man. How could I, with my lowly life, not dare to share life and death with the Young Master?"
Hearing the Nameless Brave Man's casual promise, He Xian couldn't help but smile inwardly.
Yes, this fellow's personality usually seemed peaceful and somewhat spirited. But most importantly, he was born with a very strong ability to adapt. Especially regarding this ancient world, because he had loved history in his past life and was intimately familiar with it, he knew that ancient people were completely different from modern people in terms of values and ideals.
Ancient people valued promises and righteousness, caring most about leaving a good reputation behind. Chivalrous and heroic people would help others more sincerely the more they were in trouble. Even if such help cost them their lives, they would often not hesitate.
He Xian couldn't keep the Nameless Brave Man by using the reason of repaying a debt, but as long as he pointed out that he was still in danger, the Nameless Brave Man would not look back.
From this point of view, ancient people were much stronger and richer in the spiritual and religious realm than modern people.
"Laughable, absolutely laughable!" Just as He Xian was silently praising himself for his wit, a sinister, discordant voice drifted over: "You ignorant, bold fools. You injured my Personal Guards and soldiers, offended me, Dong Huang, and still want to oppose my uncle? You simply don't know how the word 'death' is written!"
'Dong Huang, Dong Zhuo's nephew? The clown who was just a bit player in history, whose head was cut off by his subordinates to claim credit after Dong Zhuo's death?' Only now did He Xian learn the identity of the arrogant, shouting young cavalry officer behind him. Turning around, his eyes couldn't help but flash with overflowing killing intent.
A guy like Dong Huang was clearly the type to hold a grudge and be narrow-minded. Since the two of them had this encounter today, a feud had been sparked. He Xian had seen too many people like this in his past life; he knew that even if he knelt on the ground and begged for Dong Huang's forgiveness now, it wouldn't buy him Dong Huang's mercy, but would only make Dong Huang even more unscrupulous.
Thus, He Xian immediately made a decision in his heart that even made himself tremble: Kill this Dong Huang!
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, He Xian couldn't help but feel a chill. But after the initial fear passed, he calmly realized that this was the most correct choice for him.
It was currently the Sixth Year of Zhongping, and by next year, the Warlords of the Guandong Region would rise against Dong Zhuo. Before that, He Xian only needed to escape Sili Province under the protection of the Nameless Brave Man. When the Warlords of the Guandong Region stood up against Dong Zhuo, he could step forward and recruit troops as the son of the Former Grand General; he could at least secure a role as a local warlord.
By then, with the underworld almighty talent transfer system and his foresight of history, he could begin his great undertaking of contending for hegemony in the Late Han Dynasty.
Thinking of it this way, getting rid of Dong Huang now would only benefit his future hegemony and do no harm.
Not to mention, after experiencing the vomiting and discomfort following the killing, He Xian suddenly felt: killing people... it seemed like killing just one wasn't quite satisfying enough...
Thus, at this moment, looking at Dong Huang, He Xian couldn't help but smile foolishly. Not only that, he couldn't resist licking the blood that had begun to dry at the corner of his mouth...
Dong Huang, who was still arrogantly shouting on the surface, saw He Xian reveal such a heart-palpitating and twisted smile, and a chill suddenly flashed across his face: Has this son of the Former Grand General gone mad? That's right, many people who have killed on the battlefield instantly lose their minds and become killing-crazed...
However, just as He Xian was preparing to have the Nameless Brave Man restrain Dong Huang so he could stab him himself, the cold, metallic voice in his head suddenly rang out again: "Host, please do not be impulsive. This transfer is only a trial service and cannot be used permanently by the host. After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the Nameless Strongman will return to the underworld. If the host wishes to kill Dong Huang and escape the heavily guarded Luoyang alone on a single horse, the probability of success is zero..."
"What?" Not only did He Xian turn pale with fright, but he also almost lost control of his bowels. He roared in his heart, "Is this system of yours even a cheat code? Version 2.0 at that! At such a critical moment, you're telling me it won't work?"
Unfortunately, the only response to He Xian was a cold silence. The system seemed to have crashed, not bothering to address He Xian's complaints at all.
It was also at this time that the sound of rolling horse hooves suddenly erupted outside the wide-open manor gates. Immediately after, a general galloped into the courtyard and shouted sharply, "By order of the Sikong, summon He Xian, son of the Former Grand General, to the manor!"
He Xian still hadn't quite reacted yet. He turned back in surprise and said, "What? Fatty Dong wants to see me?"