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

It was the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, early morning.

Outside the east gate of Wulei City, Lü Bu, holding his halberd, stood on horseback at the front of the battle.

Behind him, three thousand elite Han cavalry stood in formation, their swords and spears like a forest, their banners fluttering. Qiequ Mitu led three thousand surrendered soldiers from the four counties of Yanqi, who were positioned on both sides. Although they were not yet fully organized, they all stood tall, eager to show off before the Prince of Jin.

These surrendered soldiers had already witnessed Lü Bu's divine abilities during the march, encampment, and defeat of the night raid on Bo Mi. They regarded Lü Bu as the man destined by Heaven, and almost all of them were sincerely convinced of Lü Bu's abilities.

Guan Yu, clad in a green turban and green robe, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, stood on his horse to Lü Bu's right. Zhang Fei, in black robe and iron armor, held his eighteen-foot spear and stood to his left. Dian Wei and Xu Chu, fully armored and each wielding twin halberds and a broadsword, guarded Lü Bu from behind.

Kings Hulandi, Bimituo, and Dulujian each led several dozen personal guards and stood behind the lines to watch the battle. Although they had already submitted, they still wanted to see with their own eyes how this King of Jin would conquer the fortified city of Wulei.

At the front of the battle line, a soldier with a loud voice rode forward to the moat and shouted towards the city walls:

"Listen up, defenders on the city walls! His Majesty the King of Jin of the Great Han Dynasty commands: General Bo Mi of Kucha, please answer!"

A commotion broke out on the city wall.

A moment later, Bo Mi appeared on the city wall. He was clad in iron armor, with a long sword at his waist, and was followed by more than a dozen personal guards. Long An, Ju Chequ, and Chi Li also stood on the city wall, their faces solemn as they gazed down at the city below.

Bo Mi placed his hand on the battlement, looking down at the city wall, and said in a deep voice, "Lü Bu, what is your intention in leading your army to invade my Kucha?"

Lu Bu spurred his horse forward a few steps, looked up at the city wall, and his voice, steady yet clear, reached everyone's ears:

"Bo Mi, you know why I have come. Long An, Ju Che Qu, and Chi Li colluded with the Xiongnu, massacred the Cheshi, and killed our Han soldiers. Their crimes are heinous. Your Kucha harbors these three, which is to be an enemy of the Han."

He paused, then continued, "I consider the innocence of your soldiers in Kucha and am unwilling to commit further bloodshed. Today, I will open the city gates and surrender, handing over Long An and the other two, and you will all be pardoned. If you, General, are willing to submit to the Han court, I will certainly give you an important position, and your families and relatives will also be spared."

Bo Mi sneered, "Lu Bu, stop with your sweet talk! My kingdom of Kucha has stood for hundreds of years; when have we ever bowed our heads to anyone?"

Lu Bu said calmly, "The six kingdoms of Cheshi also existed for hundreds of years. Now, the three kings of the former Cheshi, Dongqiemi, and Beilu are all safe and sound after my death. The four kingdoms of Yanqi also existed for hundreds of years. Now, Yanqi, Weixu, Weili, and Shan have all been converted into counties, the people live in peace, and the soldiers have been incorporated into the Han army. If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

Hu Landi rode forward and proclaimed loudly, "General Bo Mi, I am Hu Landi, the former king of Cheshi. The words of the King of Jin are all true. Although we will lose our military power after surrendering, our wealth and status will remain. If you surrender, General, you will certainly not lose your title of marquis!"

Bo Mi's expression changed slightly, but he still shook his head: "Hu Lan Di, you've been terrified by Lü Bu to say such things. How can the soldiers of Kucha be compared to your small Western Regions country?"

Lü Bu was not annoyed and continued, "Bo Mi, do you know that when I defeated the Xianbei Kebineng and captured the Southern Xiongnu Qubei, I built a Jingguan (a mound of statues) at Shoujiang City? Now I have also destroyed the Northern Xiongnu Xubudanghe tribe, and I have built another Jingguan outside Jinman City to commemorate General Huo Gu and the eighty-seven Han soldiers who guarded the border."

His voice grew increasingly somber: "Seven thousand cavalrymen of Xubu Danghe perished in a single day. Two thousand defenders of Zheliu Valley were drowned in a flood overnight. Though your Wulei City is fortified, can it withstand my divinely bestowed granary?"

Behind Bo Mi, the defending soldiers looked at each other, their faces pale.

They had all heard about these things to varying degrees in recent days. Some believed them, some didn't. Now, hearing Lü Bu say it himself, the shock deepened even further.

Bo Mi sensed the movement behind him and was secretly anxious, but he still forced himself to speak: "Lu Bu, stop spreading rumors! You've come from afar, how many days can your provisions last? Once your supplies run out, even without my Kucha army lifting a finger, your Han army will starve to death on this Gobi Desert!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Bu suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed across the wilderness, making Bo Mi's heart tremble with unease.

"Supplies?" Lü Bu stopped laughing, his gaze sharp as lightning. "Bo Mi, do you think I was able to travel from Chang'an to the Western Regions in just ten days? How did I manage to defeat the enemy all the way without ever needing to transport supplies from the rear?"

He raised his right hand, palm up.

Thousands of eyes, both on and below the city walls, were fixed on the scene.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in Lü Bu's palm, and a sack of grain materialized out of thin air, landing in front of his horse. Then, another sack appeared, and then the next. In a short while, dozens of sacks of grain had piled up on the ground, neatly stacked.

A gasp of alarm erupted from the city walls!

"This...this is..."

"It really appeared!"

"A divinely bestowed granary! There truly is a divinely bestowed granary!"

Bo Mi's expression changed drastically, and he took a step back, almost falling.

Lu Bu stopped, and declared loudly, "I have received the divine granary bestowed by Heaven, which not only allows me to store and retrieve goods, bringing grain and military supplies from the Central Plains to the Western Regions, but more importantly, it can provide enough grain daily to feed millions!"

His gaze was piercing as he stared directly at Bo Mi: "You, Kucha, intend to deplete my provisions? Let alone these few thousand soldiers, even if you brought a million, I couldn't finish the provisions I received daily from the sacred granary. Do you believe me?"

The city walls were deathly silent.

The defending soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

To be able to receive provisions for millions of people every day—what does that even mean? This isn't human; it's godlike!

Long An murmured, "I told you long ago, I told you long ago that he has supernatural abilities, but you didn't believe me."

Suppressing his shock, Bo Mi gritted his teeth and said, "Nonsense! What kind of good thing is this? If you could really receive countless provisions every day, why did you only bring a few thousand men to the Western Regions? Why didn't you bring a million-strong army and wipe out the Western Regions directly?"

He turned to his soldiers and roared, "Don't believe him! He's just trying to scare us! If he really had that kind of ability, he would have brought a million-strong army long ago. Why would he waste his breath talking to us here?"