Chinese Generals Summoning System

Chapter 21: The Sudden Appearance of a Top-Tier General

Liu Ji stepped out of the carriage and casually closed the wooden door behind him. By then, You Tong had already dismounted, drawn his double-edged sword from his back, and taken his place beside the carriage. About seventy paces ahead, a group of people had blocked the road. This group was dressed in rags and looked very much like a band of refugees; however, there were no women or children among them—only able-bodied young men. Moreover, every one of them was armed, and several were clad in leather armor, wearing helmets, and carrying round shields. These round shields were made of hardwood with several layers of cowhide attached to the surface, and had a diameter of nearly two chi. Liu Ji had seen this type of round shield—made of cowhide and hardwood—both in the hands of the Zheng family merchant caravan’s foot soldiers and those of the bandit foot soldiers. At the very front of the group stood a giant. Liu Ji estimated the man to be at least 2 meters 10 centimeters tall; he was incredibly, incredibly burly, standing there like a wall—what a massive figure! Despite the bitter cold, the giant wore only a single layer of clothing, which was riddled with holes. He had on a pair of oversized cloth shoes—the big toe of one foot was even exposed—and in his right hand, he held an iron rod as thick as a bowl’s rim. “This road was built by me! This tree was planted by me! If you want to pass, leave your toll money!” The giant suddenly bellowed at Liu Ji and his companions, his voice booming. “Boss, you’ve got it backwards—the road was cleared, and the tree was planted!” one of the henchmen in leather armor behind him said to the big man. “Why do we have to put up with all this nonsense just to rob a few things? It’s such a hassle! Hey! You people up front, leave behind your food, horses, and silver—or else I won’t hold back! We’ll kill, but we won’t bury!” As the big man spoke, he thrust the iron rod into the ground, producing a loud, muffled thud that seemed to make the ground tremble slightly. “Boss, they’re defying orders again—it’s ‘kill, but don’t bury’!” Liu Ji stood in the wagon, his face frozen in shock, his legs trembling slightly. Out of habit, he had the system scan the stats of the bandits blocking the road ahead. Everyone else was normal—the highest Combat stat was just over thirty points—but the big guy’s stats left Liu Ji utterly stunned, even filled with fear. “Chen Hao: Combat 91, Intelligence 15, Leadership 13.” This burly man named Chen Hao was the second person Liu Ji had encountered in this world—aside from Xu Yunba, the bandit chieftain—whose Strength stat exceeded 60 points. But this was far too high; Chen Hao’s Strength stat was a staggering 91 points. “That’s way too high! Do you happen to know my master?” Chen Hao’s shout made Liu Ji immediately swallow the words he was about to say. Liu Ji recalled that when the system had scanned Chen Hao’s three stats earlier, his Intelligence score had been only 15. After all, among the people Liu Ji had scanned before, the lowest Intelligence score had been over 20, yet Chen Hao’s was only 15. Combined with the logic in his speech, could it be that Chen Hao was a bit slow on the uptake? A wild thought flashed through Liu Ji’s mind, and he immediately felt his heart begin to race. Although his heart was racing, Liu Ji’s tone remained very calm. “I once saved an old man’s life. To repay me, he agreed to let his disciple recognize me as his master, to stay by my side and protect me. He also told me that his disciple is incredibly burly, much taller than the average person, carries an iron staff, and possesses the courage of ten thousand men. The old man’s disciple is named Chen Hao. You look a lot like him—could it be you?” Chen Hao slammed the iron staff in his hand hard against the ground and shouted excitedly, “Was that old man’s beard and hair both white? And was he only as tall as my waist?” Liu Ji nodded without hesitation and said, “That old man does indeed have a white beard and white hair, and he’s only as tall as your waist.” “Hahaha! That’s my master! It’s that old man!” Chen Hao suddenly ran back toward the carriage, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice brimming with uncontrollable joy.