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

On the west side, Ma Chao fought even more fiercely.

He was young and ambitious, and it was his first time fighting alongside Lü Bu, so he was eager to prove himself. His spear moved like a silver dragon, and no one could withstand a single blow in its path.

"Han dogs, prepare to die!" A Xianbei centurion, dressed neatly and clearly not drunk tonight, thrust his spear forward.

Ma Chao sneered, neither dodging nor avoiding, his spear striking first after he had already struck, the tip of the spear precisely hitting the weakest point of the opponent's spear shaft.

"Snap!"

The spear shaft broke.

The centurion was stunned. Ma Chao's spear had already pierced through his leather armor and emerged from his back.

"Too weak." Ma Chao curled his lip, drew his spear, and continued charging forward.

Seeing their commander so brave, the two thousand elite Han cavalry behind him roared and fought with bloodlust.

A Xianbei soldier had just crawled out of his tent and hadn't even had time to stand up straight when his spine was broken by a horse's hooves.

Another man raised his bow to shoot, but before he could even nock an arrow, three or four arrows from the Han army had already turned him into a pincushion.

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

Many of the tents were made of leather and piled with looted furs and cloth, which would catch fire easily. Thick smoke billowed out, mixed with the stench of burning meat—some drunken Xianbei soldiers were burned to death in their tents while they slept.

"Run north! The king has run north!"

"Follow the King!"

Some of the more lucid Xianbei mounted their horses and began to flee north.

After Xu Huang led his light cavalry in the central route to assist Lü Bu's heavy cavalry in clearing out the fleeing soldiers, he is now dividing his forces to intercept and kill these routed troops.

"Release the arrows!"

At a command, hundreds of arrows rained down on the fleeing crowd.

Screams erupted one after another.

"Don't stop, charge through!" a Xianbei captain roared, leading a dozen riders through the rain of arrows, and they actually managed to break through.

But they had only charged out less than a hundred paces when they ran headlong into a troop of Han cavalry.

The leader was a dark-faced Han general, carrying a large axe.

"I, Xu Huang, am here! You barbarians, prepare to die!"

The great axe swung down in a wide arc, and the squad leader raised his sword to block.

"clang!"

The scimitar was cleaved in two, but the axe blade continued its momentum, splitting the man from shoulder to waist and abdomen, almost cleaving him in two.

The dozen or so riders behind him were terrified and tried to turn back, but the Han cavalry behind Xu Huang had already surrounded them, thrusting their spears wildly, and they were all killed in a matter of moments.

The camp's resistance was growing weaker and weaker.

Most of the Xianbei soldiers either died in the chaos or knelt down to surrender. Although the Han army was busy pursuing and killing, no one had time to accept the surrenders. However, those who dropped their weapons and lay on the ground begging for surrender temporarily saved their lives.

Some of the more clever ones seized the horses in the chaos and charged north in the direction Kebineng had fled.

Zhang Liao quickly noticed this situation.

"Mengqi, Gongming!" he shouted. "You two continue to mop up the remaining enemy forces in the camp. I will lead a force to pursue the fleeing soldiers and prevent them from joining up with Kebineng!"

"Good!" Ma Chao replied, thrusting his spear through a Xianbei soldier.

Xu Huang nodded, "General Zhang, be careful!"

Zhang Liao led 800 light cavalry, broke away from the main camp, and pursued the fleeing soldiers in the direction they had gone.

Kebineng fled north, and more and more defeated soldiers gathered around him.

When he had escaped more than two miles from the camp, he looked back and counted his men. To his surprise, more than two thousand riders had followed him. Although most of them were disheveled and their weapons were incomplete, at least they had mounted horses.

"Your Majesty, there's an uphill section after a bend in the official road ahead. Lü Bu's men are all heavily armored, and their horses will surely be unable to bear the weight. That's when we'll be able to escape!" Murong She pointed ahead.

Just as Kebineng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the line in front of him suddenly slowed down.

"What's going on?" His heart tightened.

A scout rushed in, shouting, "My lord, the road ahead is blocked by Han troops! They're all heavily armored infantry, arrayed in perfect formation. We can't get through!"

Kebineng urged his horse forward and came to the front of the group.

The official road bends around a mountain pass here, narrowing to a mere ten feet or so. And right here on this vital thoroughfare, the Han army's heavy infantry stands densely packed.

These infantrymen were fully armored, wearing iron helmets and masked faces. The soldiers in the front row carried massive shields as tall as a man, with spikes at the base of the shields embedded in the frozen ground, as stable as a city wall. From the gaps in the shields, countless spears protruded, their shafts touching the ground and their tips pointing diagonally forward, gleaming coldly in the torchlight.

The soldiers in the back row, some carrying bows and crossbows, others wielding broadswords, stood in perfect formation, completely silent.

A red flag fluttered in the midst of the battle, embroidered with the character "高" (Gao).

Turning his head to look behind him again—fires were shooting up to the sky in the south, and shouts of battle were getting closer; it was clear that Lü Bu's personal heavy cavalry had caught up with them.

There were obstacles blocking their way ahead and pursuers behind.

"Warriors!" Kebineng drew his sword and raised it high, his voice hoarse yet filled with ferocity, "Do you see that? There are only two thousand infantrymen ahead! We also have two thousand iron cavalry! Charge through and you'll live! If you don't, you'll all die here today!"

He scanned the surrounding Xianbei cavalry, noticing the fear on many faces, and shouted sternly, "No matter how tough the Han infantry are, can they outrun horses? Follow me, concentrate your attack on one point! Tear open a gap!"

"Rush!"

"Charge!"

The will to survive overcame their fear, and the Xianbei cavalrymen, their eyes red, began to reorganize their ranks.

Murong She whispered a reminder: "Your Majesty, the Han army is arrayed tightly; a direct assault would result in heavy losses. It would be better to divide our forces: one part could launch a feint attack from the front, while the other could flank from the hillsides—"

"There's no time!" Kebineng interrupted him. "Look behind you!"

Murong She turned around and saw torches like dragons on the official road to the south, and the sound of horses' hooves like muffled thunder rolling in, less than a mile away.

Lu Bu is coming.

"All troops—charge!" Kebinen pointed his scimitar forward.

"Woo-ho!"

The Xianbei cavalry let out wild howls, and the more than two thousand riders began to accelerate.

The sound of horses' hooves striking the frozen earth gradually increased in volume, eventually merging into a deafening roar.

Snow and mud flew everywhere, and a murderous aura filled the air.

Gao Shun stood in the center of the Trapped Camp, his eyes beneath his mask as calm as ice.

He was in his early thirties and had been training his troops at home without any real combat experience. After joining Lü Bu's forces, he was appointed as a captain in the Trapped Camp, second only to Lieutenant General Wei Xu. Moreover, Wei Xu had gradually withdrawn from the daily training and management of the Trapped Camp.

Gao Shun knew that he had gained the General's trust and that the Trapped Camp would be handed over to him from now on—regardless of battle training.

Therefore, he was keenly aware of the significance of this battle. It was not only about killing the Hu people, but also about establishing himself as Gao Shun under Lü Bu's command.

"General, the Hu cavalry are charging!" the adjutant beside him whispered.

"I see it." Gao Shun's voice was calm. "Give the order: archers, prepare to fire from 100 paces. Spearmen, hold your ground, shields in place. Axemen, listen to my command, focus on cutting the horses' legs."

"promise!"

The orders were passed down through the ranks.

The soldiers of the Trapped Camp gripped their weapons tightly, breathing heavily, yet none of them retreated a single step.

These heavily armored soldiers, trained by Lü Bu and Gao Shun to the standards of a modern-day special forces unit, were not afraid when they saw the Hu cavalry charging towards them; instead, their eyes blazed with fury.

One hundred steps.

Eighty steps.

Sixty steps.

"Release the arrows!" Gao Shun shouted, brandishing his sword.

"Buzz—!"

The bowstrings twanged, and hundreds of arrows soared into the air, tracing arcs as they fell into the charging Xianbei cavalry.