Zhao Zilong at the End of the Han Dynasty: His Silver Spear Shatters Ten Thousand Troops

[Zhao Zilong of Changshan, one thrust to decide the fate of the land!]

Under the tutelage of Spear God Tong Yuan, Zhao Yun stands with his Dragon Gall Silver Spear in hand. His senior brother Zhang Xiu’s Tiger-Head Spear has drunk its fill of blood, while his second senior brother Zhang Ren’s Serpent Spear holds Ba Shu in its coils. As for Zhao Yun, he conceals an edge capable of reshaping this age of chaos.

Amid the chaos of battle, Su Wan’er gazes at him through tear-filled eyes. “Brother Zilong, protect me.” His white robes are stained with blood, but he does not retreat. On the training grounds, Ma Yunlu smiles as she draws her bow. “Shall we settle our love with archery?” He lightly flicks his silver spear, and their arrows fall together.

At Changban Slope, he charges through the enemy ranks seven times, but the infant A Dou in his arms weighs less on his heart than the beauty waiting by the city wall. At Mount Dingjun, he spears Xiahou Yuan. Liu Bei praises him as “brave from head to toe,” yet Zhao Yun’s gaze turns to the red bridal robes beyond the tent.

Will his fellow disciples turn against him? Can this chaotic age leave room for tenderness?

Zhao Yun sits astride his horse, spear held level, silver armor gleaming in the sun. “I, Zhao Zilong of Changshan, will protect my country and bring peace to the land, and I’ll make sure my beloved smiles, too! I’ll set the rules for the Three Kingdoms!”