三國演義 第九十二回：趙雲力戰鳳鳴山，老將忠魂照蜀漢 | Romance of the Three Kingdoms Chapter 92: Zhao Yun’s Heroic Stand at Mount Fengming, a Veteran’s Loyalty Shines Upon Shu Han
諸葛亮率軍展開第一次北伐，蜀軍初戰告捷，聲勢震動曹魏。年逾七旬的趙雲仍披甲上陣，率軍鎮守鳳鳴山，憑藉多年沙場經驗力拒魏軍，展現老將不老的忠勇精神，也為蜀漢北伐寫下最動人的篇章之一。
As Zhuge Liang launched the First Northern Expedition, Shu Han achieved early victories that alarmed the Wei court. Though advanced in age, Zhao Yun once again took up his spear to defend Mount Fengming. With unmatched courage and decades of battlefield wisdom, the legendary general proved that true loyalty only grows stronger with time.
中文
春風掠過漢中平原。
蜀漢北伐大軍一路北上，軍威鼎盛。
諸葛亮穩坐中軍，運籌帷幄，各路兵馬依計推進。
魏國邊境連日傳來急報。
天水、南安、安定三郡相繼震動。
魏明帝曹叡震驚不已，急忙命大將曹真率軍迎敵。
而在蜀軍前鋒之中，一位白髮老將依然騎著白馬。
銀甲未改。
長槍依舊。
正是名震天下的常山趙子龍。
多年以前，他曾在長坂坡七進七出，救出幼主劉禪。
如今歲月流逝，英雄鬢髮已白。
然而，他眼中的光芒依舊堅定。
諸葛亮走到趙雲面前。
「老將軍，此番北伐，還望多加保重。」
趙雲抱拳微笑。
「臣老矣。」
「但尚能為蜀漢再戰一場。」
一句話，令眾將無不敬佩。
不久，魏軍大將韓德率領五子迎戰蜀軍。
韓德久聞趙雲威名，卻不相信一位老將仍有當年神勇。
他大笑道：
「趙子龍早已年老，今日正可取其首級！」
話音未落。
趙雲策馬而出。
白馬如風。
銀槍似電。
雙方戰鼓齊鳴。
第一名魏將迎面衝來。
只見趙雲長槍一抖。
寒光閃過。
敵將應聲落馬。
第二人怒吼殺至。
趙雲回馬一刺，再斬一將。
韓德大驚。
立即命其餘數子同時圍攻。
數匹戰馬奔馳而來。
塵土飛揚。
然而，趙雲毫無懼色。
長槍上下翻飛。
左挑右刺。
頃刻之間，又有數人墜馬。
戰場上一片驚呼。
蜀軍士氣大振。
魏軍卻開始後退。
韓德親自上前。
兩人交鋒十餘回合。
終究不敵。
韓德最終戰死沙場。
鳳鳴山前，蜀軍大勝。
將士們高聲歡呼。
「子龍將軍威武！」
然而，趙雲只是收起長槍。
望向遠方。
他知道。
這不過只是北伐的開始。
真正艱苦的戰鬥，還在後面。
消息很快傳到諸葛亮軍中。
眾將紛紛稱賀。
諸葛亮卻只是輕輕點頭。
「子龍之勇，天下無雙。」
「但更難得者，是其忠義。」
夜晚。
趙雲獨自坐在營帳外。
擦拭陪伴自己征戰數十年的長槍。
營火映照著那副滿是戰痕的鎧甲。
他想起劉備。
想起關羽。
想起張飛。
昔日桃園英雄，如今只剩自己仍在戰場。
他望向北方夜空。
輕聲自語：
「先帝。」
「子龍尚未負你。」
翌日清晨。
號角再次響起。
趙雲重新披上銀甲。
翻身上馬。
白馬昂首長嘶。
老將再次走向戰場。
營中的年輕士兵望著他的背影，眼中滿是敬意。
他們知道。
真正的英雄，不只是武藝高強。
更是在漫長歲月裡，始終忠於自己的信念。
而鳳鳴山的一戰，也再次讓天下記住那個名字。
常山趙子龍。
縱然白髮蒼蒼。
依舊一身是膽。
English Version
The First Northern Expedition carried Shu Han’s banners deep into the northern frontier.
Under Zhuge Liang’s careful command, the campaign began with remarkable confidence.
News of Shu’s advance quickly reached the Wei court.
Several frontier commanderies fell into confusion, forcing Emperor Cao Rui to dispatch experienced generals to stop the invasion.
Among Shu’s leading commanders rode an aging warrior whose reputation had already become legend.
His hair had turned white.
Yet his silver armor still gleamed beneath the morning sun.
It was Zhao Yun.
Years earlier, he had rescued the infant Liu Shan during the desperate retreat at Changban.
Now, despite advancing age, he once again rode into battle for the kingdom he had served his entire life.
Before the army marched, Zhuge Liang approached him.
“General Zhao, please take care of yourself.”
The old warrior smiled confidently.
“My body has grown old.”
“But my loyalty has not.”
His answer inspired every officer nearby.
Soon afterward, Wei commander Han De arrived with his sons to confront the Shu advance.
Confident that Zhao Yun could no longer match his youthful reputation, Han De openly mocked the veteran general.
“The old tiger has lost his claws.”
Moments later, Zhao Yun charged.
His white horse raced across the battlefield like the wind.
His spear flashed with deadly precision.
The first Wei officer fell almost instantly.
The second followed only moments later.
Shocked, Han De ordered his remaining sons to attack together.
The battlefield erupted into chaos.
Yet Zhao Yun’s movements remained graceful and controlled.
Years of experience replaced youthful speed.
Every strike carried perfect timing.
One after another, Wei officers were thrown from their horses.
Seeing their commanders fall, Wei soldiers began retreating in confusion.
Finally, Han De entered the battle himself.
The duel lasted only a short time.
Unable to overcome Zhao Yun’s extraordinary skill, Han De was killed.
Victory belonged completely to Shu Han.
The soldiers celebrated loudly.
But Zhao Yun accepted neither praise nor celebration.
Looking toward the northern horizon, he understood that one victory could not decide the campaign.
Greater challenges still awaited.
When reports reached Zhuge Liang, many officers praised Zhao Yun’s incredible courage.
The Chancellor simply smiled.
“His bravery is famous.”
“But his loyalty is even greater.”
That evening, Zhao Yun quietly polished the spear that had accompanied him through countless campaigns.
Firelight reflected across armor marked by decades of battle.
He remembered Liu Bei.
He remembered Guan Yu.
He remembered Zhang Fei.
Of those legendary companions, he alone remained on the battlefield.
Looking into the night sky, he whispered softly,
“My Emperor…”
“I have not failed you.”
The following morning, military horns echoed once again.
Zhao Yun mounted his faithful white horse and rode toward another battlefield.
Young soldiers watched him disappear into the distance with deep admiration.
They understood that true greatness was measured not only by victories.
It was measured by unwavering loyalty through an entire lifetime.
At Mount Fengming, the name Zhao Zilong once again became a legend throughout the land.
