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

Although Kebineng had never met Lü Bu, upon seeing the halberd and combining it with the legendary image, he immediately guessed who it was.

"Lu Bu, it's Lu Bu! Shouldn't he be in Chang'an? How come he suddenly appeared here?" Kebineng asked in surprise.

"This is not the time to ask that, Your Majesty!" Murong She pulled on Kebineng's reins. "Quickly, break through from the north and return to the grasslands!"

Seeing Lü Bu slaughtering his Xianbei warriors in the camp, leaving corpses strewn across the ground, Kebineng's eyes widened in fury. He felt an urge to rush forward and fight Lü Bu to the death to save the situation.

After all, he was a powerful ruler who had expanded a small Xianbei tribe of several thousand people to its current size, and his military strength was considerable.

But seeing Lü Bu and his heavily armored cavalry, moving through the enemy lines with ease, and seeing the equally valiant performance of Cheng Lian and Zhang Xiu behind him, Kebineng knew that even if he charged forward, it would be futile.

Not only was he unlikely to defeat Lü Bu, but his trusted generals were also no match for Cheng Lian and Zhang Xiu, and his ordinary personal guards were no match for Lü Bu's heavily armored personal guards.

Finally, Kebineng gritted his teeth in resentment, mounted his horse, and fled north under the protection of hundreds of personal guards.

The moment Kebineng mounted his horse, Lü Bu had just swept away three Xianbei soldiers blocking his path with his halberd.

With a quick glance, he saw a group of people about two hundred paces away, surrounding a man wearing lamellar armor and an eagle-feathered helmet as he mounted his horse.

The man was surrounded by a dense array of personal guards, at least two or three hundred cavalrymen, whose armor was clearly superior to that of the other Xianbei soldiers.

"That's Kebineng!" Lu Bu thought to himself, almost certain.

With a swift stroke of his halberd, he cleaved a Xianbei squad leader charging at him with a sword in two, blood splattering all over Cheng Lian's face.

"Cheng Lian! Zhang Xiu!"

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Protect me! I will shoot the enemy chieftain!"

"promise!"

Cheng Lian immediately called for twenty personal guards to move closer and form a simple barrier on both sides of Lü Bu.

Zhang Xiu thrust his spear repeatedly, knocking down three Xianbei soldiers who were trying to launch a sneak attack.

Lu Bu put his halberd back into his storage space, took out a ten-stone bow from his system storage space with his left hand, and took out three eagle-feather arrows from his space with his right hand.

He firmly planted his feet in the stirrups and stood up directly on the back of Red Hare!

This action stunned the surrounding Xianbei soldiers—they didn't have double stirrups, and had never seen anyone stand like that before.

But Lü Bu stood very firmly.

The stirrups and saddle provided him with support, and his riding skills of 106 allowed him to be intimately familiar with the rise and fall of the horse's back, adjusting his body naturally with the horse's movements as if walking on flat ground.

The bow is drawn as full as a moon.

Lu Bu narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the night and the chaotic crowd, locking onto the eagle-feathered helmet that was turning its horse around and fleeing north.

The first arrow was aimed directly at the center of the helmet.

Loose the string.

"Whoosh—!"

The sharp, piercing sound of arrows cutting through the air was still clearly audible amidst the shouts of battle.

Almost at the same moment, Kebineng turned his head to take one last look at Lü Bu in the center of the battlefield.

Just one glance sent chills down his spine!

That nine-foot-tall giant was standing on horseback, with a huge bow pointed directly in his direction!

"Lie down!" Kebineng roared with his beastly instincts, and at the same time, he suddenly lay down on the horse's neck, desperately tilting his head to the left.

"puff!"

The arrow grazed the right edge of the helmet, leaving a deep scratch on the iron helmet and sending sparks flying.

The enormous impact made Kebin's head buzz, his vision went black, and his ears were ringing.

"Protect the King!" Murong She's shout rang out from the side, and the second arrow had already arrived!

A bodyguard rode up to his side to block him.

"Pfft!"

The arrow pierced through the leather armor, went into the soldier's chest, and exited through his back. The soldier screamed and fell from his horse.

The third arrow followed immediately.

Another guard raised his shield to block—not because he saw the arrow in the dark, but because it was an instinctive reflex to protect the king, which allowed him to block the third arrow in time.

Otherwise, it would be too late to raise a shield to block the arrows once they were coming.

"Bang!"

Bao Tie's wooden shield was pierced by an arrow, the arrowhead lodged in the soldier's arm, causing him to drop the shield in pain.

"Go, hurry!" Murong She whipped Kebineng's horse hard. "Lu Bu's archery skills are terrifying!"

Kebineng was still in shock. Lü Bu was at least 250 paces away from here, and Lü Bu was able to shoot so far.

"Personnel guards, block Lu Bu's arrows!" Murong She ordered hoarsely.

Dozens of personal guards immediately spurred their horses and formed a human wall behind Kebineng, using their bodies to block the angle from which Lü Bu might fire.

Lu Bu frowned.

He could indeed shoot again—but at a distance of over two hundred paces, the arrow would have to penetrate three or four layers of men and horses, which would be difficult even with his strength of 108 and a powerful bow with a ten-stone capacity.

Moreover, Kebineng had already crouched down and hidden among his personal guards, and it was nighttime, making it difficult for even his senses to pinpoint his location.

"Pursue!" Lü Bu ordered, retrieving his bow from his spatial storage and drawing his halberd. "My personal guards will follow me to pursue the enemy chieftain. The remaining enemies in the camp will be handled by Wen Yuan and the others!"

"promise!"

Cheng Lian sounded the bugle, signaling for a mass pursuit.

Zhang Xiu wielded his spear and killed a Xianbei soldier who crawled out of a tent, then reined in his horse and followed.

A thousand personal guards and heavy cavalry quickly broke away from the melee in the camp, assembled in a wedge formation behind Lü Bu, and charged northwards following Lü Bu, Cheng Lian, and Zhang Xiu.

At this point, the Xianbei camp had completely degenerated into hell.

Zhang Liao led two thousand light cavalry to attack from the east, and wherever his spears pointed, waves of blood surged.

"Don't panic! Form ranks! Form ranks!" A Xianbei commander, shirtless, brandished his scimitar in an attempt to organize resistance.

He was surrounded by forty or fifty Xianbei soldiers, all dressed in disheveled clothes. Some carried only knives, while others had no knives at all and had picked up wooden sticks to use as weapons.

Zhang Liao spotted the man immediately.

"drive!"

The warhorse accelerated and charged straight at the centurion.

"Stop him!" the centurion roared.

Three Xianbei soldiers charged forward, swords raised.

Zhang Liao flicked his spear, precisely piercing the first man's throat. He then swept the spear horizontally, smashing the second man's chin. Without slowing down, the third man was knocked over by the horse's hooves, the sound of his sternum shattering clearly audible.

The centurion's face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and charged forward, slashing his scimitar at Zhang Liao's horse's leg—a common tactic used by the Hu people against cavalry.

How could Zhang Liao let him succeed?

The spear pressed down, the shaft deflecting the scimitar, and with a swift flick, the spear tip pierced the centurion's chin, penetrating his skull.

The centurion's eyes widened, his scimitar fell to the ground, and the corpse was sent flying by Zhang Liao, crashing down on two Xianbei soldiers behind him.

"The centurion is dead!"

"Run!"

The dozens of Xianbei soldiers who had just gathered together scattered instantly.

Zhang Liao didn't even glance at them, and led his troops to continue their charge deeper into enemy territory.

His mission was clear—to cut off the camp and prevent the Xianbei people from gathering together.