chapter 217

(I need to read this over, no time right now)

{shout: kill~}

{Xuzhou . Xiaopei}
[?]: Sir! We lost the east gate, Gao Shun has entered the city!
[?]: My Lord, looks like the recent influx were their spies!

[?] My Lord, Second Master has retreated with the supplies!
[?]: Third Master is right behind them, fighting Lü Bu!

[Liu Bei]: What about… the people?

[?]: They’re… not fighting back, like you asked!
[LB]: Very good.

chapter 217 Rein Master
/* distorted; based on intended association to excellent horse riding skills */

[LB]: Let’s retreat as well.

{shouting: kill~}

[Gao Shun]: How is it?
[soldier 1]: Liu Bei’s main army has escaped through the south gate!

[GS]: Tell the fifth legion to let them go. Our Lord knows what to do with them!

[soldier 2]: Gao Shun, the battle has started at the north gate!

[GS]: The fight is on.

Wish I can join in!

{shouting: kill~}

{sfx: pong~ pong~}

{sfx: pong~}

[guards]: Lü Bu’s army is coming in!

{shouting: kill~}

[Zhang Fei]: Get the hell out!

{sfx: cha~}

{sfx: cha~}

{sfx: cha~ cha~ cha~}

{screaming: ah~}

{sfx: pong~}

{screaming: ah~}

{crowd gasp}

[Lü Bu]: Stay back!

[LB]: Allow me.

Come~

{sfx: pong~}

[LB]: How long should this fight take?

[ZF]: Until,

ONE OF US WINS

[LB]: Fine.

{sfx: don~}

So he is,

dead serious!
/* “ready to risk everything” */

{sfx: zheng~}

{sfx: geh~ geh~}

{sfx: ta~}

{sfx: dun~ dun~ dun~}

{sfx: hoo~}

{sfx: dun~}

{sfx: dun~}

{sfx: dun~}

[soldier]: It… it’s still a tie!
[soldier]: Is that Zhang human?

{sfx: dun~}

{sfx: ta~}

{sfx: pong~}

[LB]: Again.
[ZF]: Fine.

{sfx: dun~ dun~}

Once he fights he’s going all out.

Goddamnit he’s getting stronger!

{sfx: hoo~}

{sfx: ta~ ta~ ta~}

{sfx: pong~}

Sometimes winning or losing doesn’t depend on the man.

And not just the man is involved in the fighting.

{horse neigh}

{sfx: pa!}

{horse neigh}

Shit!

[ZF]: My lucky day!

{sfx: pong~}

{crowd gasp}

Lü Bu, have you forgotten what Wuyuan men are good at?
/* he’s from Wuyuan */

No, never!

[LB]: It’s horsemanship.

{sfx: pong~}

We are masters of the rein.
/* “unrivaled horsemanship” */