Transmigrating to the Three Kingdoms as Lu Bu: I Have a Pseudo-Apocalypse System

Lu Bu took the lead, and his Red Hare charged into the enemy ranks like a flame.

A 99-pound halberd swept across the battlefield.

"Bang!"

The three spearmen were swept away, spears and all, their breastplates dented and blood gushing from their mouths.

Lu Bu's horse moved with undiminished speed, his heavy halberd slashing left and right, leaving men and horses sprawling in its wake. The leather and lamellar armor of the Liangzhou soldiers was like paper before the heavy halberd.

Cheng Lian and Zhang Xiu followed closely behind, one with ruthless swordsmanship and the other with exquisite spear skills, specializing in finishing off any fish that slipped through the net.

The heavy cavalry, like red-hot iron spikes, forcefully pierced through Han Sui's army formation. Although the Liangzhou soldiers were brave and fierce, their equipment and training were far inferior, and they were simply no match for them.

The formation was torn apart, and chaos began to spread.

Seeing that the time was right, Ma Teng brandished his sword and ordered, "All troops—attack!"

Ma Teng's 20,000 elite troops surged forward like a tidal wave.

Zhang Xiu led a cavalry unit to flank from the left, Ma Chao led a light cavalry unit to cut in from the right, and Pang De led infantry to advance from the front.

Han Sui's army, already scattered by the heavy cavalry, was now caught in a pincer attack from three sides, and was thrown into chaos.

"Hold on! Hold on!" Han Sui killed several deserters, but the rout was already inevitable.

One Liangzhou soldier dropped his spear and ran. Then came the second, the third…

"Kneel down to avoid death!" the Han soldiers shouted in unison.

"Clang! Clang!"

The sound of weapons hitting the ground rose and fell. Many Liangzhou soldiers had long lost their will to fight and knelt down, covering their heads with their hands.

Han Sui watched with eyes blazing with fury, but there was nothing he could do. His personal guards dwindled with each battle, and he was surrounded layer by layer by the Han army.

Cheng Gongying urged, "My lord, let's go! Retreat to the main camp, and we can hold our ground!"

Han Sui gritted his teeth and led his last few thousand soldiers in a desperate fight to break through the encirclement and flee eastward.

The battle lasted less than an hour.

Han Sui's army suffered over two thousand dead, countless wounded, and more than twenty thousand surrendered. The rest scattered, with only Han Sui leading over three thousand survivors back to the main camp.

When Han Sui fled back to the camp, it was already evening.

When Yan Xing saw his lord return in such a sorry state, with less than three thousand soldiers behind him, his heart sank. But he still managed to reorganize the camp and bring the defeated troops into the camp.

The camp was built against the mountain, with strong fortifications, complete with fences and moats. Yan Xing had also added deer antlers and chevaux-de-frise in recent days, making it a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Inside the central command tent, Han Sui slumped on his mat, his armor stained with blood, his expression one of utter dejection.

Generals such as Cheng Gongying, Yan Xing, Liang Xing, Cheng Yin, Li Kan, and Zhang Heng gathered in the tent, creating a somber atmosphere.

"My lord, what should we do now..." Cheng Gongying asked tentatively.

Han Sui laughed bitterly: "What else can we do? We have a formidable pass in front of us, a powerful enemy behind us, our supplies are exhausted, and our morale is low. We are already trapped like turtles in a jar."

Liang Xing couldn't help but say, "My lord, why don't we...why don't we surrender? With Ma Teng intervening, Lü Bu might spare our lives..."

"Nonsense!" Han Sui roared in fury. "I received his provisions and salary, yet I rebelled against him. How could he possibly forgive me for such a grave enmity? Surrender means certain death!"

Yan Xing also said, "Lu Bu is tyrannical. If our lord surrenders, he will surely perish."

Everyone fell silent.

Yan Xing gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's hold on to the death! The main camp's provisions can last for half a month. If we defend our position, Lü Bu will pay a price for a strong attack. If we drag this out, perhaps, perhaps there will be other opportunities."

"A turning point?" Han Sui said, "Ma Teng has surrendered, and Liangzhou has no more reinforcements. It all depends on whether the lords of the world can obey the imperial edict to come to the aid of the emperor, relieve the siege of Wei and rescue Zhao, and extricate us from our predicament."

He suddenly looked at everyone, a strange glint in his eyes: "You have all followed me for many years, and today we are trapped in this desperate situation. It is my fault, Han Sui. Everyone should rest well tonight, and we will discuss the strategy of battle and defense tomorrow."

The generals took their leave.

After leaving the main tent, Liang Xing and Cheng Yin walked side by side.

Liang Xing whispered, "Brother Cheng, look at the lord's expression just now, it seems a bit strange."

Cheng Yin frowned: "You mean..."

"He probably has ulterior motives," Liang Xing sneered. "He wants us to hold out to the death, while he himself..."

The two exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

That night, Han Sui summoned Yan Xing and Cheng Gongying and solemnly said, "Yanming (Yan Xing's courtesy name), Gongying, you two are the people I trust most. Tonight, you two will have to work hard and guard the camp to prevent Lü Bu from launching a night attack."

The two men, unsuspecting, said, "Rest assured, my lord."

After the two men left, Han Sui summoned several of his most loyal personal guards and whispered, "Pack your valuables, taking only gold and silver jewelry; discard everything else. At three-quarters past midnight, exit through the side gate of the rear camp and take the mountain path."

Han Yong, the captain of the personal guards, was his distant nephew. Upon hearing this, he exclaimed in surprise, "Our lord intends to abandon the camp and flee?"

Han Sui gritted his teeth: "Are we just waiting to die if we don't leave? Lü Bu will definitely attack the camp tomorrow, and when the camp falls, I will surely be captured. It would be better to take advantage of the night to cross the mountains via a side path, and perhaps we can escape back to Jincheng. As long as we return to Jincheng, gather our remaining troops, and retreat to the Qiang region, we will still have a chance to survive."

Han Yong hesitated: "What about General Yan and the others..."

"We can't worry about that now." A ruthless glint flashed in Han Sui's eyes. "Their holding out here can buy time for us to retreat."

He patted Han Yong on the shoulder: "Yong, you are a member of the Han family. If I escape alive, I will never forget you."

Han Yong had no choice but to nod.

At midnight, the camp was quiet. Most of the soldiers were exhausted and asleep, with only patrols passing by with torches.

Han Sui changed into an ordinary fur coat, and, accompanied by five personal guards carrying bundles, quietly arrived at the side gate of the rear camp. Another of his trusted confidants was guarding this gate.

"Open the door," Han Sui whispered.

The side door slowly opened, allowing only one person to pass through at a time.

The six people filed out and disappeared into the night, heading towards the side forest.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes were watching them from the shadows.

Liang Xing, hiding in the shadows, watched Han Sui and his men leave the camp, sneering repeatedly. He had long suspected Han Sui was going to escape, and had specifically sent his trusted men to monitor him, and sure enough, they caught him red-handed.

"Go and summon Cheng Yin, Li Kan, and Zhang Heng, gather your personal guards, and come with me," Liang Xing said to his personal guards.

"promise!"

Half an hour later, Liang Xing led more than 30 personal guards, while Cheng Yin, Li Kan, and Zhang Heng each led more than 10 men, totaling 70 or 80 men, and quietly left the camp, following in the direction of Han Sui.

The mountain roads are difficult to travel at night.

Han Sui and his six companions dared not carry torches, and groped their way up the mountain in the dark, their steps unsteady. The path was steep, and loose stones would occasionally tumble down.

"My lord, shall we rest?" Han Yong asked, panting.

Han Sui was also tired, but dared not stop: "Let's walk a little further, cross this mountain, and we'll be safe."

Just then, a voice came from behind: "Lord Han—wait a moment—"

Han Sui froze and turned to look.

Torches flickered, and dozens of people caught up, led by Liang Xing.

Han Sui's heart sank, but he forced a smile and asked, "General Liang, what brings you here?"

Liang Xing stopped ten paces away, cupped his hands, and said, "Where does my lord intend to go? Why did you not take us with you?"

Han Sui's eyes darted around: "I'm not abandoning the camp; I intend to detour and attack Lü Bu's rear. This journey is extremely risky, so I'm only taking my personal guards. Since General Liang is here, why don't we go together?"

Liang Xing laughed loudly: "My lord, even now, are you still going to lie to me? Attack the rear? Attack the rear requires so much gold and silver?"

He pointed to the bundle on Han Yong's back—the bundle was heavy, with golden corners sticking out, reflecting the firelight.