"Wearing a fine iron helmet, adorned with dual dragons contending for pearls, a vermilion tassel fluttering, embedded with the Eight Treasures: wheel, conch, umbrella, canopy, flower, jar, fish, and knot. Dressed in linked chainmail with large plates, wearing a dark silk robe beneath, fitted with tiger-head battle boots, straddling the Myriad-Mile Mist and Cloud Beast, and wielding a serpent-spear eighteen spans long."
Lu Chengwen slapped his thigh. "Ha!"
Di Shagong: "Standing atop the bridgehead, grinding his teeth, beating his chest in rage, roaring: 'Listen well, you Five Old Men! Pah! Here stands your Second Uncle Di! Whether you attack, fight, advance, retreat, contend, or contest—or if you neither attack, nor fight, nor advance, nor retreat, nor contend, nor contest—you are all nothing but a pack of common fools!'"
Chapter 255