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

Kebineng nodded: "That's right. The Han people are in internal strife, and the Chang'an court is under Lü Bu's control. But Lü Bu has just entered Chang'an and is busy consolidating Guanzhong. How could he have the energy to manage Bingzhou? Even if he really wanted to, it would take at least a month to transfer troops and supplies from Chang'an to here! By then, we'll have already plundered enough to take back!"

He patted Murong She on the shoulder: "Nephew, you're overthinking it. That detachment you mentioned is probably just out enjoying themselves and came back late. Come on, forget about them, let's drink! If they don't return tonight, we'll send people to look for them again tomorrow. If they do return, we'll go to Yuci County again tomorrow and raid them. I heard there's a powerful family there with tens of thousands of bushels of grain stored up!"

Murong She wanted to say something more, but seeing that Kebineng and the other generals didn't care, he had no choice but to swallow his words and reluctantly raise his wine bowl.

But his unease grew stronger and stronger.

The disappearance of the scouts sent south and the large contingent of over 200 men is definitely not normal.

The Han people couldn't do it, nor could the mountain bandits and outlaws. Only a well-trained army could so cleanly and efficiently eliminate all the scouts and more than 200 of their troops.

Could it be... that the Han army has really arrived?

But who could it be?

As the king analyzed, even if Lü Bu of the Han Dynasty wanted to support Bingzhou, it wouldn't be so quick. Mobilizing troops and transporting supplies would take time.

As for the surrounding forces such as Wang Yi of Hedong Commandery, Zhang Yang of Henei Commandery, Heishan Army of Shangdang Commandery, or local powerful clans, none of them had the ability to silently surround and kill more than 200 Xianbei warriors, leaving none of them able to escape.

Murong She couldn't understand it, so he could only drink in silence.

The tent quickly returned to its usual noisy state.

The generals were so drunk they were staggering, some of them began to grope the Han Chinese women around them, and some simply passed out on the ground.

Kebineng had drunk quite a bit, and he took the Han woman in his arms and staggered toward the back tent.

"My beauty...serve me well tonight...and I'll reward you with gold and silver tomorrow..."

The woman struggled for a while, but couldn't break free.

Late at night.

The Xianbei camp gradually quieted down.

Apart from the patrolling soldiers, most of them were drunk and fast asleep in their tents.

The patrolling soldiers were also listless, carrying their spears and walking along idly.

They felt there would be no enemy at all—the Han people were all hiding in Jinyang City and dared not come out, so what was there to guard against?

As for the Han Dynasty?

With internal strife raging and barely able to take care of its own problems, how could it have the energy to deal with the affairs of Bingzhou?

Unbeknownst to them, just a few miles south of the camp, Lü Bu's elite Han army had already arrived silently in the mountains and cleared their outer outposts.

The army had rested for a while, had a hearty meal, and put on the heavy armor that Lu Bu had taken out of his storage space.

Standing on the hillside, Lü Bu used his extraordinary perception, akin to a telescope, to survey the distant, sprawling Xianbei camps.

The camp was sparsely lit and patrolled laxly, clearly showing a lack of vigilance.

After nightfall, Lü Bu glanced at the sky and suddenly asked, "Is the Trapped Camp in position?"

"We have already circled around to the north of the Xianbei camp from the side, and are waiting in formation, blocking the Xianbei army's retreat," Cheng Lian replied.

"Where are the flanking forces on the east and west sides?"

"We are in position and awaiting your command."

Lu Bu looked up at the sky—it was past midnight, just past 1 a.m., the time when people were sleeping the most soundly and deeply.

"action."

The army began to move slowly, without running, because the sound of galloping hooves and the vibration of the ground would be too great, and walking slowly would be much quieter and would not alert the enemy in advance.

In the darkness, when the army was less than a mile away from the Xianbei camp, Lü Bu took off his longbow and nocked a whistling arrow—a specially made whistling arrow that would emit a sharp whistling sound when fired.

"Order the entire army to attack when my arrow is fired."

"promise!"

The order was passed on silently.

Cheng Lian, Zhang Xiu, and the heavy cavalry battalion that followed Lü Bu, along with the light cavalry led by Xu Huang, all held their breath, gripped their weapons, and their eyes burned with fighting spirit.

Lu Bu drew his bow fully and aimed it at the night sky.

"Whoosh—whoosh—!"

The whistling arrow pierced the night sky, carrying far and wide in the quiet winter night.

The next moment, war drums sounded and horns blared.

"kill--!"

The battle cries shook the heavens and the earth. Lü Bu led a thousand personal guards and heavy cavalry, pouring out of the mountains and forests like a flood and rushing towards the Xianbei camp.

At this moment, Lu Bu was only holding a lightweight halberd, not only to reduce the burden on Red Hare, but also because his current strength and halberd skills meant he no longer needed the heavy 99-pound halberd.

Unless you encounter the most formidable opponent, you can instantly swap out a 99-pound halberd from your storage space to catch them off guard.

The Xianbei camp was thrown into chaos by the Han army's surprise attack.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" the night patrol soldier shouted in panic, but it was too late.

On the east side, Zhang Liao led two thousand light cavalry to penetrate the camp like a sharp sword, cutting down anyone they saw and burning any tents they encountered.

On the west side, Ma Chao also led two thousand light cavalry to charge in, their hooves trampling and their spears piercing.

In the middle, Lü Bu led his personal heavy cavalry battalion straight towards the central army tent.

The heavily armored cavalrymen and their horses moved like an iron torrent, and wherever they went, the few unarmored Xianbei soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.

The Xianbei people had no time to organize a resistance.

They were jolted awake from their sleep, many still drunk and disoriented, stumbling to their feet, unable to even find their weapons.

"What's going on? Where did this enemy come from?"

"Han people! It's a Han Chinese army!"

"Mount up! Mount up!"

With many tents set ablaze by the Han army, the already chaotic Xianbei camp completely collapsed.

In the central command tent, Kebineng was awakened by his personal guards.

"Your Majesty! The Han army has attacked our camp! They're everywhere!"

Kebineng jolted awake, sobering up considerably: "Han army? Where did this Han army come from? How many are there?"

"I don't know... They're everywhere, at least tens of thousands!"

Kebineng rushed out of the tent and saw the scene before him; he was instantly terrified.

The camp had turned into a sea of ​​fire, with Han cavalry galloping freely through it, while Xianbei soldiers cried out for their fathers and mothers and fled in all directions.

"Assemble! Assemble!" Kebineng shouted hoarsely.

But it's no use now.

In the midst of the chaos, orders simply could not be passed down.

Even if someone hears it, they'll be too busy taking care of themselves to gather together.

Murong She charged forward on horseback, covered in blood: "My lord, run! The Han army is prepared; we've been ambushed at night!"

Kebineng gritted his teeth: "I won't leave! Ten thousand elite troops, are they just going to be wiped out like this?"

"If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!" Murong She said urgently, "Look over there—"

He pointed to the center, where a group of heavily armored cavalry charged in like demons. The leader was nine feet tall and wielded a halberd. No one could withstand a single blow from him.

It was none other than the renowned Flying General Lü Bu, whose fame had already spread far and wide on the northern border.