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

This distance far exceeded the effective range of an ordinary archer. However, with Lu Bu's archery skill of 98 and perception of 94, Zhong Huan's figure was crystal clear in his eyes.

"This distance is just right!" Lu Bu thought to himself.

Using the cavalrymen in front of him as cover, he slightly turned to the side, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow. He easily drew the three-stone bow to its full extent, the bowstring making a slight creaking sound, its powerful force contained within the bowstring.

The soldiers around him who noticed his movements held their breath, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Driven out of Chang'an by a motley crew, suffering heavy losses and fleeing in disarray, morale was low and everyone was seething with anger, wanting to regain some face.

If Marquis Wen could truly kill the pursuing general with a single arrow, it would undoubtedly be a great achievement that would greatly boost morale.

Lu Bu was highly focused at this moment, aiming at Zhong Huan's face, which was swaying slightly as he spoke. He did not fire immediately, but instead tried to catch the subtle rhythm.

After all, Zhong Huan was wearing a helmet and armor, only a small part of his face was exposed. If he couldn't calm down and aim carefully to kill his opponent in one shot, it would be very difficult to find a second chance.

A few seconds later, just as Zhong Huan was looking at Zhang Liao, about to speak again and offer an even more tempting deal...

With a soft "whoosh," the bowstring twanged, and an eagle-feathered arrow was released, its initial speed approaching eighty meters per second!

A distance of over a hundred paces is only a little over two seconds for an arrow shot from this powerful three-stone bow!

The arrow, like a black lightning bolt, instantly covered a distance of over a hundred paces, flying towards the north bank of the Ba River.

Zhong Huanzheng suddenly heard the sharp sound of an arrow piercing the air, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a cold glint rapidly enlarging!

His expression froze instantly, turning from smugness at the possibility of persuading Zhang Wenyuan to surrender into extreme terror!

He tried to dodge, but his body's reaction speed was far slower than the speed at which the arrows were flying. He only had time to subconsciously close his eyes for a moment.

With a muffled "thud," the arrow pierced Zhong Huan's cheek below his left eye with perfect accuracy, instantly penetrating his brain!

Zhong Huan's scream, which he had just opened his mouth to let out, stopped abruptly. His body stiffened abruptly, his eyes lost their luster, and then he fell straight off his horse, crashing to the ground with a "thud," kicking up a small cloud of dust.

The Liangzhou soldiers nearby fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Zhong Huan's still slightly twitching corpse on the ground, their minds blank.

What just happened?

The military commander is dead?

Zhong Huan, the highest-ranking officer in charge of pursuing Lü Bu, was shot to death by an arrow from more than a hundred paces away on the south bank.

After a brief silence, hundreds of Bingzhou cavalrymen on the south bank of the Ba River erupted in thunderous cheers!

"General, the archer!"

"Victory!!!" The morale of the Bingzhou cavalry soared to its peak!

All the weariness and fear were dispelled at this moment by Lü Bu's earth-shattering arrow!

Zhang Liao, Hao Meng, Cao Xing, and others were also deeply shocked.

They all knew that Lord Wen was an excellent archer during hunting trips, but they had never seen him actually use his skills on the battlefield. (Lu Bu was a reckless man who always disdained using bows and arrows for ambushes, preferring to win in direct combat and become famous throughout the land.)

Unexpectedly, when Marquis Wen made his move, it was with an archery skill even more terrifying and accurate than hitting a willow leaf from a hundred paces away, directly killing the enemy's commander from a distance of more than a hundred paces!

Most of the pursuers were originally a motley crew of defeated soldiers, bandits, and rabble that Zhong Huan had cobbled together from various places. They were quite content to follow the main force, laughing and joking as they fought their way through and captured spoils of war.

Now, seeing that the enemy had a sharpshooter who could hit a target from a hundred paces away, killing their commander from over a hundred paces away, everyone except Zhong Huan's personal guards was so frightened that they instinctively shrank back, afraid that the sharpshooter would come after them.

Zhang Liao immediately seized the opportunity, raised his sword and shouted, "The enemy general is dead! Brothers, charge back!"

After saying that, he spurred his horse and charged onto Ba Bridge, heading towards the north bank.

"Kill!" The Bingzhou cavalry responded in unison, their morale soaring, and they followed Zhang Liao to launch a surprise attack.

Meanwhile, Lu Bu, mingling in the crowd, was immersed in a different kind of wonderful experience.

Just as the arrow struck Zhong Huan, confirming his death, a system notification sounded in his mind:

【叮！恭喜宿主击杀高级丧尸1只，爆出物品：黄金1两、碎银13两、五铢钱20贯、精铁环首刀1柄、筒袖铠1件、箭矢80支、粟米7石（按汉制1石约30kg）、精盐4斤（按汉制1斤约250克）、止血粉2斤！所爆物品均自动存入储物空间。】

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It's done! Lu Bu was overjoyed.

The system really mistook the Three Kingdoms period for the apocalypse and the enemy soldiers for zombies. After killing them, they actually dropped items, which could be remotely stored directly into the system space, avoiding the risk of the items being exposed and the hassle of picking them up!

Although the items that were exposed were only things that the other party had carried or used, and there were no high-tech items that were ahead of their time, the quantity was still quite considerable!

With a thought, he could see an infinitely large storage space, neatly arranged with gold, silver fragments, ring-pommel swords, tube-sleeved armor, arrows, millet, and other items looted by Zhong Huan.

"The system is real! I really can defy fate and change the original owner's destiny!"

Thinking of this, Lü Bu raised his head, looking at the chaotic Liangzhou army on the opposite bank of the river, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

Without time to change his own equipment, Lü Bu drew the original sword of the substitute cavalryman and followed the main force across the Ba Bridge, charging towards the fleeing Liangzhou soldiers on the other side.

More than 700 Bingzhou wolf cavalry (dozens of whom went to Lantian County with Cheng Lian) ambushed and killed more than 2,000 Liangzhou infantry and cavalry mixed troops. Although they appeared to be outnumbered, the actual scene on the battlefield was a one-sided massacre.

With their commander dead and no one in command, the Liangzhou infantry and cavalry, already a motley crew, were thrown into chaos and scattered like birds and beasts.

Moreover, even in a head-on confrontation, the mixed infantry and cavalry force of more than two thousand men who had chased after them for twenty or thirty miles and had not yet had time to rest could not withstand the charge of more than seven hundred elite cavalry from Bingzhou.

The Liangzhou army, which should have been pursuing, was counterattacked by the Bingzhou elite cavalry, suffering hundreds of casualties and thousands of surrendering on their knees. Only a hundred or so cavalrymen fled when they saw the situation was not good, and dozens of infantrymen disappeared into the nearby mountains and forests.

In the process, Lü Bu also killed more than ten ordinary soldiers and several low-ranking officers, and looted a lot of supplies.

This resounding victory swept away the gloom in everyone's hearts.

Only Lü Bu, as a modern civilized person, felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Lu Bu, who had merged with the original owner's memories and body, did not actually vomit it out, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

In addition, he knew the cruelty of this chaotic world.

His identity as Lü Bu was predetermined; if he didn't kill others, he would be killed by others. To live the life of an ordinary citizen was wishful thinking.

Thinking of this, Lü Bu shook the blood off his sword, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and joined Zhang Liao, Hao Meng and others in driving away prisoners and cleaning up the battlefield.