“This man looks no common person. And how can the enemy know he is but a bowman？” said Cao Cao.
“If I fail, then can you take my head,” spoke Guan Yu.
Cao Cao bade them heat some wine and offered a cup to Guan Yu as he went out.
“Pour it out,” said Guan Yu. “I shall return in a little space.”
Guan Yu went with his weapon in his hand and vaulted into the saddle. Those in the tent heard the fierce roll of the drums and then a mighty sound as if skies were falling and earth rising, hills trembling and mountains tearing asunder. And they were sore afraid. And while they were listening with ears intent, lo！ the gentle tinkle of horse bells, and Guan Yu returned, throwing at their feet the head of the slain leader, their enemy Hua Xiong.
the wine was still warm！
This doughty deed has been celebrated in verse：
the power of the man stands first in all the world,
At the gate of the camp was heard the rolling of the battle drums；
then Guan Yu set aside the wine cup till he should have displayed his valor,
And the wine was still warm when Hua Xiong had been slain.
Cao Cao was GREatly excited at this success.
But Zhang Fei’s voice was heard, shouting, “My brother has slain Hua Xiong. What are we waiting for？ Why not break through the Pass and seize Dong Zhuo？ Could there have been a better time？”
Again arose the angry voice of Yuan Shu, “We high officials are too meek and yielding. Here is the petty follower of a small magistrate daring to flaunt his prowess before us！