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

On the other side, Wen Ping was still fighting Zhang Fei. Although he was brave, he was no match for Zhang Fei and had been wounded in several places.

Zhang Fei thrust his spear forward, and Wen Ping, unable to dodge in time, was pierced in the chest! He groaned, staggered backward, and slowly collapsed against the wall.

Zhang Fei spurred his horse forward, looking down at him: "Wen Ping, will you surrender or not?"

Wen Ping gave a bitter smile, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "Zhang Fei, I'd rather die than surrender!"

After saying this, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

Zhang Fei sighed and said to the soldiers behind him, "Collect his body and give him a proper burial."

The soldiers clasped their hands in a fist salute: "Yes, sir!"

……

Lü Bu led his army into the city and marched all the way to the prefectural governor's mansion. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the garrison troops along the way abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

A moment later, outside the prefectural governor's mansion.

Lu Bu rode forward and saw the gates of the mansion wide open. Liu Biao, dressed in court robes, sat upright in the main seat in the hall. Liu Qi and Liu Pan knelt to the side, their faces pale.

Lü Bu dismounted and strode into the mansion.

When Liu Biao saw him enter, he gave a wry smile: "Lü Bu, you've arrived."

Lü Bu nodded: "Liu, I gave you a chance, but you didn't surrender. Do you regret it now?"

Liu Biao shook his head: "Regret? I, Liu Biao, have always acted with integrity and uprightness, and have never regretted anything. The fall of the city today is due to my incompetence, not a fault of the battle."

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and took out a short sword from his sleeve.

Liu Qi was shocked and rushed forward, crying, "Father! No!"

Liu Biao pushed him away and looked at Lü Bu: "Lü Bu, although you are a traitor, you do have some ability to pacify the world. After my death, I hope you will treat the people of Jingzhou well and not kill the innocent indiscriminately."

Lu Bu remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Rest assured, the people under my rule live in peace and prosperity."

Liu Biao nodded, giving a bitter smile: "Heaven is determined to destroy the Han Dynasty; it is not a fault of our military prowess!"

Having said that, he drew his sword and committed suicide!

Blood splattered, and Liu Biao fell to the ground and died.

Liu Qi and Liu Pan rushed forward, embraced Liu Biao's body, and wept loudly.

Lü Bu sighed and said to his personal guards, "Give Liu Biao a grand funeral, with the honors due to a marquis. Strictly investigate and punish Liu Biao's family members; those guilty should be executed, and those innocent should be imprisoned permanently."

The personal guard clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes, sir!"

……

Xiling Naval Camp.

Huang Zu stood on the warship, gazing at the river. In the distance, the Xiangyang and Jiangdong navies had joined forces, with over a thousand warships, and were engaged in a bloody battle with the Jiangxia naval forces.

Su Fei said urgently, "General, the enemy is too strong. We can't hold this position. Let's break out!"

Huang Zu gritted his teeth: "Break through? Where can we break through? The enemy is everywhere, on the water and on land!"

Just then, a fast boat rushed into the water fortress, and a scout stumbled aboard: "General! Something terrible has happened! Xiling City has been breached by Lü Bu! Liu Bei has committed suicide! General Wen Ping has died in battle!"

Huang Zu was shocked: "What?!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than drums thundered and horns blared outside the water fortress! The Xiangyang and Jiangdong navies simultaneously intensified their offensive, clearly having learned that Xiling had fallen and Liu Biao was dead, and were determined to finish the job in one fell swoop.

Huang Zu shouted sternly, "Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

However, the Jiangxia navy was already outnumbered and outgunned by the combined forces of Xiangyang and Jiangdong, and its morale was low. Now, upon learning of the fall of Xiling and the deaths of Liu Biao and Wenpin, they had no will to fight. Many warships surrendered before even engaging in battle.

Huang Gai, Cheng Pu, and Han Dang led the Jiangdong navy in a fierce attack, while the Xiangyang navy attacked from the other side. The Jiangxia navy suffered repeated defeats, with its warships either sunk, burned, or captured.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Huang Zu tried to escape by boat, but Sun Ce personally stopped him by his own ship.

Sun Ce leaped onto Huang Zu's warship, wielding his Overlord Spear, and roared, "Huang Zu! You killed my father; today is your death day!"

Huang Zu's personal guards stepped forward to intercept him, but Sun Ce's personal guards stepped forward to fight, allowing Sun Ce to personally engage Huang Zu in combat.

Huang Zu's face turned pale as he drew his sword to meet the attack.

The two fought fiercely at the bow of the ship, exchanging blows with spears and swords for more than twenty rounds.

Huang Zu, already flustered and weakened by old age, gradually succumbed to his injuries. Sun Ce, however, fueled by the hatred for his father's killer, fought with increasing ferocity. With a roar, he thrust his spear forward, striking Huang Zu squarely in the throat!

Huang Zu's eyes widened, blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell backward to the ground.

Sun Ce sheathed his Overlord Spear, looked at Huang Zu's corpse, and knelt down, kowtowing: "Father, your son has avenged you!"

Huang Gai, Cheng Pu, Han Dang, and the others, having finished fighting, came aboard the ship and, upon seeing Huang Zu's body, knelt down to congratulate him: "Congratulations, our lord, on avenging our great enemy!"

Sun Ce rose, wiped away his tears, and said sternly, "Pass down the order: Liu Biao, Huang Zu, and Wen Ping are dead; the King of Jin has recovered the entire territory of Jingzhou; those who surrender will be spared!"

Huang Gai clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Yes, sir!"

Upon seeing their commander dead, the Jiangxia naval forces abandoned their weapons and surrendered. The Xiling naval camp fell entirely into Sun Ce's hands.

……

Outside Xiling City, on the official road.

Liu Du, the governor of Lingling, led 5,000 troops and finally arrived at Xiling. But what he saw was the Han army flags fluttering on the city walls and a dense Han army camp outside the city.

Liu Du's face was deathly pale, and he murmured, "Too late...too late..."

Xing Daorong rode forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Prefect, Xiling has been breached by Lü Bu. What should we do?"

Liu Du gritted his teeth: "What do we do? Retreat, retreat back to Lingling!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a troop of Han cavalry charged out from the flank, cutting off their retreat. The leader was none other than Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei spurred his horse forward and shouted sternly, "Who goes there? State your name!"

Liu Du turned pale with fright and stammered, "I...I am Liu Du, the Prefect of Lingling..."

Zhang Fei grinned and said, "Prefect of Lingling? Well done! Liu Biao is dead, Xiling has fallen, why don't you surrender?"

Liu Du stammered, unsure how to answer.

Xing Daorong spurred his horse forward, brandishing his axe at Zhang Fei: "Hey! State your name! I am Xing Daorong, General of Lingling, and I do not kill nameless nobodies!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei burst into laughter: "General of Lingling? Hahaha! I, Old Zhang, have lived for so many years and have never heard of any General of Lingling! Come, come, let me, Old Zhang, see what you've got up to!"

Enraged, Xing Daorong charged at Zhang Fei with his axe. Zhang Fei met him with his spear.

The two clashed, axes and spears clashing. Xing Daorong was brave, but how could he compare to Zhang Fei, a warrior capable of taking on ten thousand men? In just three rounds, Zhang Fei thrust his spear, striking Xing Daorong squarely in the chest!

Xing Daorong screamed and fell off his horse, dying instantly.

Zhang Fei sheathed his spear and spat, "What kind of General of Lingling is he? Nothing special!"

……

Xing Daorong lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Over the years, he had been invincible in Lingling, and officials, merchants, and gentry all treated him with great respect. His parents were proud of him, and his neighbors shared in their honor. He believed himself to be a chosen one of heaven, invincible under heaven. This time, accompanying the governor to support Liu Biao, he even fantasized about slaying Lü Bu, seizing Lü Bu's title as the greatest warrior in the land, restoring the Han dynasty, and bringing glory to his ancestors!

Unexpectedly, in his first battle after leaving Lingling, he was killed by an enemy general named Zhang Sanhe, whose full name he did not yet know.

He didn't know that the dark-faced giant who killed him was Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide, one of the top generals under Lü Bu, and a renowned warrior who could defeat ten thousand men and whose name would be etched in history.

All he knew was that his martial arts skills, honed over thirty years, were as laughable as children playing house in front of that burly, dark-faced man.

He recalled what his father had told him when he was a child, when he was teaching him to hunt: "Daorong, there are tigers and wild boars in these mountains, they are very fierce. But as long as you study hard and practice diligently, one day you will be able to defeat them."

He succeeded. He conquered the mountains of Lingling, slaughtered all the bandits in Lingling, and even the Yellow Turban Army, which had swept across the land, fared poorly against him. But he never expected that in the outside world, there were things even more formidable than tigers.

On his deathbed, a thought flashed through his mind: If there is an afterlife, I will never be a general of Lingling again. I will just hunt in the village, farm, get married, have a few children, and live a peaceful life...

Unfortunately, there is no afterlife.