Chapter 3: Liu Bei’s Last Wish (1 / 2)

“Uncle!” Seeing Liu Bei fall off his horse, Liu Qi shouted out in panic from his own horse.

Cai Mao saw the horse struggling in the river and was about to send people to continue chasing along the river. But when he saw Liu Qi, he immediately ordered the troops to stop.

The group rode up, and Liu Qi blocked them, asking, “General Cai, where is my uncle?”

Huang Zhong urgently said, “Young master, I think Liu Huangshu is still on the horse.”

Liu Qi snapped, “Why did you force my uncle to jump into the river?”

“Hmph, what I do is none of your business!” Cai Mao snorted coldly and signaled to his men, leading them away.

Liu Qi wanted to delay time, but Cai Mao was in a hurry to return to the city and didn’t want to waste words. Liu Qi could only follow him to the riverbank, where Dilu was still swimming.

“Sigh, there are no boats around here, what should we do?” Liu Qi stomped his feet anxiously.

Huang Zhong said, “The only thing we can do now is to have the soldiers go into the river and rescue him.”

Liu Qi turned around and asked, “Is there anyone who knows how to swim?”

Just as the words left his mouth, seven or eight people stripped off their clothes and jumped into the river, swimming hard toward Liu Bei.

Liu Qi froze for a moment, was his acting really that good? Even the personal guards were getting anxious.

At this point, Zhao Yun arrived at the riverbank. Seeing Liu Qi commanding the soldiers to go into the water, his face changed dramatically. He glared at Cai Mao, then rushed over to help.

Liu Qi met him and angrily said, “General Zhao, just now Cai Mao ordered his men to shoot arrows, forcing my uncle to jump into the river.”

“You bastard!” Zhao Yun’s eyebrows furrowed angrily. He wanted to chase Cai Mao and kill him but was more worried about Liu Bei’s safety.

Dilu was still struggling in the water, but there was no sign of Liu Bei. Zhao Yun couldn’t help but want to jump into the river himself, “The Lord and I came from the north, we’re not good swimmers, what should we do?”

“General, please calm down. Those men will definitely rescue my uncle,” Liu Qi reassured him on the surface, but inwardly he was pleased. If Liu Bei was swept into the river, he would certainly die.

Soon, the personal guards were seen bringing someone back, and Dilu followed them to the shore. Liu Qi’s tension skyrocketed again.

Damn, he’s still not dead?! How could they find him? Liu Bei’s life really was tough!

The soldiers worked together to lift Liu Bei onto the shore, and he was unconscious. His waist was tied with reins, and the soldiers couldn’t untie them, so Zhao Yun drew his sword and cut the rope.

“My lord, my lord…” Zhao Yun knelt in the sand, shouting loudly.

Liu Bei’s face was pale, his stomach swollen, and black, purple blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth, uncertain if he was alive or dead.

“This is bad, the lord’s been hit by a poisoned arrow!” Huang Zhong saw the half-broken arrow lodged in Liu Bei’s side.

“Quick, think of a way to save him!” Liu Qi said anxiously on the side.

But in his heart, he secretly praised Cai Mao, thinking: Liu Bei didn’t escape, and now he’s been poisoned. Let’s see if he survives this.

From what he knew, the next step should be artificial respiration.

But this was exactly the result he wanted. He was more worried about the plan failing, so he didn’t step in to help.

A few experienced soldiers pressed on Liu Bei’s abdomen, squeezing the water out. They pinched his middle and rubbed his chest in a frantic attempt.

“Pfft—” After a moment, Liu Bei suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and slowly regained consciousness.

“My lord… hang in there!” Zhao Yun quickly grabbed his hand, “I’ll take you back to the city to get treated!”

“Uncle?” Liu Qi exclaimed, rushing up and grabbing Liu Bei’s other hand, pressing on his pulse.

He didn’t die from drowning or poisoning. Liu Bei really lives up to his nickname, Liu Paopao (Liu Run-Run).

Could he really be the son of destiny, always surviving every disaster?

“Zizhong… Zilong,” Liu Bei’s breath was weak, and black blood leaked from his mouth like oil, “Good nephew, I… don’t have much time left.”