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

While Lü Bu was conquering cities and fortresses in Yanqi and Kucha, new developments were also taking place on another battlefield in the north.

The Western Sea, located northeast of Jinwei Mountain, is a place with abundant water and grass and a suitable climate. It was a wintering ground for the various Xiongnu tribes around Jinwei Mountain. Every winter, the Xiongnu tribes scattered throughout Jinwei Mountain would drive their cattle and sheep to the shore of the Western Sea to avoid the wind and snow.

However, this year's West Sea was less bustling with people than in previous years.

More than two months ago, Zuo Dulu King Xubudanghe led 5,000 elite troops south to raid Cheshi, and then sent another 2,000 able-bodied men to reinforce him. The two groups of men, totaling 7,000 cavalry, were all the able-bodied men that the various tribes of the Western Sea could provide.

The results of it?

They were completely annihilated in one battle by the Han imperial army led by Lü Bu.

When the news reached the Western Sea, the Xiongnu people left behind could hardly believe it.

Seven thousand cavalry, all wiped out in a single day? More than two thousand prisoners, all killed by the Han army and their bodies piled up to form a mound of heads?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Xubu Danghe's cousin, Xubu Guli, smashed his wine bowl on the spot. "The Left Deer King has fought for twenty years and has never been defeated!"

The scout who brought the news knelt on the ground, trembling: "Chief, I dare not lie. It was the soldiers who escaped who told me that the King of Jin of the Han army has supernatural abilities. He can take things out of thin air and does not need to worry about logistics. It is easy for him to launch a thousand-mile raid. His Majesty was not prepared and was attacked from both sides by Lü Bu and Ma Chao, resulting in a crushing defeat."

Xubu Guli's face turned ashen, yet he had no choice but to believe it.

Subsequently, soldiers who had fled back from the Western Regions brought back the same news one after another. With everyone speaking with the same voice, he had no choice but to believe it.

Inside the tent, several tribal chiefs looked at each other, their eyes filled with terror.

An elderly chieftain said in a trembling voice, "Chief, will the Han army march north? We must make plans as soon as possible!"

Another leader said, "I heard that the Prince of Jin built a mound of corpses in Shoujiang City and killed more than three thousand Xianbei and Southern Xiongnu prisoners. Now he's building another mound of corpses outside Jinman City and killing more than two thousand of ours. This man is bloodthirsty; if he's allowed to go north, we'll all die!"

"Run! Run west, to the Xiongnu headquarters!"

"Yes, let's seek refuge with the Xiongnu chieftain!"

Chaos reigned inside the tent.

Xu Bugu Li raised his hand, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

He pondered for a long time, then said, "We must escape, but how? In the dead of winter, how will the elderly, women, and children travel? How will the cattle, sheep, and horses move? If we travel dozens of miles, half will freeze to death, and half will starve to death. By the time we reach the Xiongnu court, what will be left?"

Everyone fell silent.

Yes, in the dead of winter, how easy is it to migrate as a whole clan?

Xubu Guli continued, "I have already sent scouts to keep an eye on all the key routes northward from the Western Regions. As soon as the Han army makes a move, we will leave immediately. If the Han army does not come..."

He paused, then said, "We'll wait until spring, when the snow melts, and then slowly migrate westward. We'll follow the water and grass along the way and manage to get through it."

The leaders all nodded in agreement: "The leader is brilliant."

Xubu Guli added, "These days, all tribes should gather together and not spread out too much. The able-bodied men should take turns patrolling, and double sentries should be added at night. As long as we can get through this winter, we will be safe."

"yes!"

Later, scouts learned that Lü Bu had not gone north, but instead had gone to attack the states of Yanqi and Kucha. Xubu Guli and the tribal leaders breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to wait until the end of the winter in the Western Sea before making any further plans. The vigilance around them was also relaxed considerably.

……

It was the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, at night.

On the eastern shore of the West Sea, at the foot of a sheltered hillside, hundreds of tents were gathered. This was the closest tribe to the east, responsible for monitoring the movements to the east.

The tribal chief, named Huyannu, was about forty years old and a confidant of Xubuguli. At this moment, he was sitting in his tent, drinking with several trusted followers.

"Chief, do you think the Han army will really come?" a trusted confidant asked.

Huyannu shook his head: "Who knows? Anyway, the leader told us to keep an eye on them, so we'll just keep an eye on them."

Another trusted confidant said, "I don't think the Han army will come. I heard that the King of Jin is busy fighting Yanqi and Kucha in the west. How could he possibly care about us?"

Huyannu nodded: "That's true. The Western Regions are so vast. After conquering Yanqi, they'll conquer Kucha, and after Kucha, there's Wusun, Shule, Yuzhi, and so on. It'll keep them occupied for years. By the time they're done, we'll have already run away."

As they were talking, suddenly the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the tent.

Hu Yannu frowned: "Who's running around outside in the middle of the night?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a guard stumbled in: "Sir, something terrible has happened! There are cavalry on the east side!"

Huyan Nu suddenly stood up: "How many people?"

"No, I don't know! It was a dark, dense mass, countless!"

Huyannu's expression changed drastically, and he rushed out of the tent.

To the east, flames soared into the sky! Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clatter of horses' hooves blended together!

Countless cavalrymen surged forward like a tide, their torches illuminating the night sky.

Upon seeing the face of one of the cavalrymen, Huyannu's expression changed drastically.

"It's the Southern Xiongnu!" Huyannu shouted hoarsely. "Quickly, blow the horn!"

But it was too late.

The Southern Xiongnu cavalry have stormed into the camp, killing anyone they see and burning any tents they find!

A disheveled Southern Xiongnu general galloped at full speed, brandishing his long sword, each strike claiming a life. His face was contorted with rage, his eyes filled with hatred as he roared, "Kill! Leave no one alive! Slaughter all these Northern Xiongnu bastards!"

It was Hufro!

Two thousand elite Southern Xiongnu soldiers, like tigers among sheep, slaughtered the Northern Xiongnu, causing them to wail and howl in terror.

The number of able-bodied men left behind by the Northern Xiongnu was already small, and they were scattered in various places. Caught off guard, they were unable to organize an effective resistance.

Huyannu was surrounded by three Southern Xiongnu cavalrymen. He fought desperately, killing two of them, but was pierced through the chest by the third man's longsword. He looked down at the blade in his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief—

How did the Southern Xiongnu end up in the Western Sea, thousands of miles away? And how did they manage to cross the many dangerous mountains, rivers, and mountains such as the Yinshan Mountains, the Gobi Desert, the Junji Mountains, the Zhuoxie Mountains, the Yanran Mountains, the Xiongnu River, and the Ganwei River?

……

An hour later, the battle ended.

The camp was now in ruins; most of the more than four hundred tents had been burned, and corpses littered the ground, with blood staining the snow.

Eufremae surveyed the battlefield, his eyes devoid of pity.

A centurion rode forward and reported: "Chanyu, the count is complete. In this battle, we killed over two hundred able-bodied men of the Northern Xiongnu, and also killed some of the old and weak. We captured over one hundred women and seized over five thousand head of cattle, sheep, and horses."

Yuvro nodded: "Let's move on, next tribe!"

The centurion hesitated and said, "Chanyu, the soldiers have been traveling for days and have just fought a battle. Shouldn't they take a rest?"

Yufro shook his head: "We can't rest. Our strategy is to catch them off guard. Once they react, become prepared, or scatter and flee, it will be much harder to win."

He paused, then said, "Pass down the order: break through three camps tonight and reach the Western Sea King's residence before dawn!"

"yes!"

Two thousand iron cavalry continued westward, advancing towards the central camp of the Western Sea King's residence.