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

Before the Han army, Lü Bu raised his hands as if to make a gesture, and huge stones appeared out of thin air, piled up layer upon layer.

On the city wall, the Jiangxia garrison had long heard the legend of Lü Bu building a stone platform in Fancheng, but they were still dumbfounded when they saw such a strange sight with their own eyes.

A soldier said in a trembling voice, "Lu Bu... he really can conjure stones out of thin air!"

Another person said, "I heard that he can build a platform of stones that is thirty or forty feet high, ten times higher than a city wall!"

An uproar erupted on the city wall, and the morale of the defending troops plummeted.

Wen Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Don't panic! Pass down the order: everyone hide behind the walls and wait for the enemy to attack the city before rising up to fight back!"

Even so, he himself wasn't entirely sure.

At the Han army's front lines north of the city, Lü Bu's work on building a stone platform progressed rapidly. In less than two hours, the platform had been built to a height of over thirty zhang (approximately 133 meters).

From the stone steps left by Lü Bu behind the platform, the Han soldiers who climbed to the top of the platform could overlook the entire Xiling City.

The soldiers guarding the city walls, as well as the streets and houses inside the city, were all within sight.

From the south bank of the Yangtze River, the Xiling naval camp is also clearly visible.

Lu Bu deployed dozens of catapults and giant crossbows from the top of the stone platform, and then took out a mountain of stone projectiles. He glanced at the city wall and waved to those behind him.

"put!"

The war drums beat, and the bugles sounded!

Dozens of catapults and ballistae fired simultaneously, sending huge stone projectiles and thick crossbow bolts hurtling towards the city walls!

Boom boom boom!

Stones pelted the city walls, shattering bricks and sending dust flying! Some stones flew over the walls and crashed into the city, causing countless houses to collapse with deafening roars!

The soldiers guarding the city wall were terrified and hid behind the walls and houses, trembling with fear.

Wen Ping, hiding behind the battlements, shouted, "Don't panic! Don't panic! Hide! Stay close to the wall!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a second volley of stones came hurtling in!

Boom boom boom!

This time, several stones struck the city wall directly! One of the defenders was hit by a stone and turned into a bloody mess! Another stone hit the city tower, sending wood chips flying and creating a large hole in it!

At this moment, on the stone platform, Lü Bu took out a powerful bow with a strength of twenty stones, nocked a specially made long arrow, aimed at the city wall, and fired!

The arrow flew like a meteor, heading straight for the city wall!

A military officer who accidentally exposed his head was shot in the head by an arrow and fell backward to the ground!

The soldiers guarding the city wall were shocked and quickly crouched down to crawl even lower.

Wen Ping hid behind a battlement, still shaken.

Not only could Lu Bu have a commanding position, but he could also shoot arrows at the city walls from hundreds of paces away, killing the defenders on the walls. How could this battle be fought?

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Lu Bu fired several arrows in quick succession, each one taking a life! The soldiers guarding the city wall were so riddled with arrows that they couldn't even lift their heads to observe the situation.

The catapults on the stone platform continued their relentless bombardment.

Boom boom boom!

Although the walls of Xiling were more sturdy than those of Fancheng, they could not withstand the continuous bombardment of dozens of catapults. In less than an hour, the walls were riddled with holes and cracks appeared in many places.

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On the stone platform, Lü Bu saw that the city wall was damaged in many places and the guards dared not show their faces, so he stepped down from the stone platform.

He arrived at the moat, raised his hands, and threw huge stones into the river to serve as bridge piers. Then he placed hardwood planks on top, and in a short while, a temporary bridge was erected across the moat.

Zhang Fei led a troop of elite soldiers across the moat via the makeshift bridge and arrived at the city wall.

Guided by the sentry on the stone platform, Lü Bu walked to a spot behind the city wall where there were few defenders and placed his hands on the wall.

The next moment, a large gate, two zhang high, appeared on the city wall!

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Fei led his elite troops into the cave.

On the Xiling city wall, Wen Ping was puzzled by the fact that the Han army's catapults were firing at a much lower frequency, and that a section of the wall had not seen any stones fall for a long time.

Suddenly, a soldier stumbled in: "General, something terrible has happened! Lü Bu has dug a hole in the city wall, and the enemy has already broken in!"

Wen Ping was shocked: "What? Lü Bu has already entered the city?"

Without a second thought, he barked, "Pass down the order: all garrison troops assemble for street fighting!"

Moments later, on the streets north of the city, Zhang Fei led his elite troops and clashed head-on with the garrison led by Wen Ping.

Wen Ping brandished his spear, leaped onto his horse, and shouted sternly, "Zhang Fei, your elder brother Liu Bei didn't die to uphold the Han Dynasty, but instead surrendered to Lü Bu. He's a coward who loves his life but fears death. How dare you show your face here?"

Zhang Fei laughed loudly: "Wen Ping! Liu Biao is nothing but a skeleton in a tomb, why should you be buried with him? If you know what's good for you, lay down your weapons and surrender, and I, Old Zhang, can guarantee your life before our lord!"

Wen Ping roared in fury: "Bullshit! I'd rather die than surrender!"

Having said that, he thrust his spear at Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei didn't hesitate either, raising his spear to meet the attack. The two clashed, spears clashing, locked in battle.

Wen Ping was highly skilled in martial arts and had a sharp spear technique, but compared to Zhang Fei, a warrior capable of taking on ten thousand men, he was still a step below. In less than ten rounds, Wen Ping was on the verge of defeat and in dire straits.

Zhang Fei thrust his spear at Wen Ping, who dodged it but was kicked in the horse by Zhang Fei and staggered backward.

Zhang Fei, spear in hand, gave chase and was about to kill Wen Ping with a single thrust when suddenly, a junior officer charged out from the side and thrust his spear at Zhang Fei!

Zhang Fei quickly dodged the spear. He looked closely and saw that the young general was about twenty years old, with a broad back and a fierce expression.

Zhang Fei grinned and said, "Good lad, you've got some skills! State your name!"

The young general gritted his teeth and said, "I am Wei Yan! Zhang Fei, prepare to die!"

Having said that, he thrust his spear at Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei brandished his spear to meet the attack, and the two fought for more than ten rounds. Although Wei Yan was brave and fierce, he was no match for Zhang Fei and gradually became exhausted.

At this moment, Lü Bu arrived with his army. Seeing Wei Yan and Zhang Fei fighting, he frowned and spurred his horse forward.

Wei Yan was locked in fierce combat with Zhang Fei when suddenly, a figure appeared before him in a blur. Startled, before he could react, Lü Bu struck him on the back with his halberd, sending him flying and crashing heavily to the ground!

Several guards rushed forward, pinned Wei Yan to the ground, and seized his weapon.

Wei Yan struggled to get up, but was held down firmly by his personal guards. He glared at Lü Bu, his eyes filled with resentment.

Lu Bu rode forward and looked down at him: "Your name is Wei Yan?"

Wei Yan gritted his teeth: "Exactly! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

Lu Bu looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Wei Yan, I've heard of you. You served under Liu Biao, leading only a few hundred men, and were not valued. Why should you be buried with Liu Biao?"

Wei Yan was taken aback, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Lü Bu continued, "If you are willing to surrender, I can promote you to regimental commander, leading over a thousand men. With future merits, promotion to general is not out of the question. Are you willing?"

Wei Yan remained silent for a moment, then looked at the personal guards beside him. These guards were all fierce soldiers whom he had personally promoted and trained. Although they were not afraid of death, they were clearly unwilling to be buried with Liu Biao, and they were all looking at him expectantly.

A guard whispered, "General, the Prince of Jin's army has entered the city. Liu Biao is doomed to defeat. The fate of the world rests in the Prince of Jin's hands. Why don't we surrender?"

Another person chimed in, "Yes, General, Liu Biao has no chance of turning things around. Why should we be buried with him?"

Wei Yan sighed and slowly lowered his head: "The guilty general Wei Yan is willing to surrender."

Lü Bu nodded and said to his personal guards, "Release him."

The guards released his grip, and Wei Yan rose, knelt, and kowtowed: "This guilty general, Wei Yan, kowtows to thank the Prince of Jin for sparing my life!"

Lü Bu helped him up: "Get up. Since you are willing to surrender, lead your troops to attack the city with me. After we take Xiling, we will reward you according to your merits."

Wei Yan clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, sir!"