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

In the blink of an eye, Lü Bu had led his troops to the front of the Trapped Camp.

"Gao Shun!" Lü Bu shouted, "Hold Kebineng back, I'll take his head!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Shun's spirits lifted, and his swordsmanship became even more ferocious. Together with his personal guards, he tightly entangled Kebineng, who was trying to break through.

Despite being hailed as the greatest warrior of the Xianbei, Kebineng was unable to break free for the time being, and was both anxious and furious. Seeing that Lü Bu's heavy cavalry had already closed to within twenty paces, he knew that if he didn't fight desperately now, he would truly have no chance.

"Murong She, join forces to kill him!" Kebineng roared.

Murong She understood, drew his sword, and led his troops to charge forward.

"Trying to leave?" Gao Shun sneered, advancing instead of retreating, leading a squad of elite troops to meet them head-on.

The two collided violently.

Swords flashed, blood and flesh splattered.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kebineng forced back two soldiers from the Trapped Camp with a single slash, then spurred his horse to charge out through the gap.

Just then, he felt a sharp killing intent coming from his side and rear!

Turning his head, he saw that Lü Bu was already within ten paces!

The nine-foot-tall giant rode on Red Hare like a demon god descending to earth, his halberd held high above his head, slashing down at him!

Before the halberd even arrived, the wind pressure was already stinging my face.

Kebin gritted his teeth and raised his knife to parry.

His knife was made of fine iron, with a thick back, and he was confident that it could withstand an attack and then use the force to escape.

"Clang—Snap!"

After the piercing clang of metal clashing, came the sound of breaking.

Kebineng felt a sudden lightness in his hand as his scimitar was cleaved in two!

His pupils constricted sharply—how could this be? This sword had been with him for ten years, cleaving countless weapons in two, how could it—

Before the thought could even finish, the halberd was already cleaving towards his chest.

What Kebineng saw last was the cold killing intent in Lü Bu's eyes, and the halberd that had suddenly turned dark and heavy—it seemed quite different from the one he had seen in the camp earlier.

"Pfft!"

The halberd blade cut in from the left shoulder, slashing diagonally downwards, cutting through the iron lamellar armor, ribs, and internal organs, only stopping at the right rib.

Kebineng's chest was cut open on one side, and his heart and lungs were clearly visible.

Kebineng let out a violent scream, then stopped abruptly, blood and foam gushing from his throat.

With a flick of his wrist, Lü Bu retrieved the 99-pound heavy halberd into his spatial storage, then took out the light halberd and swung it horizontally.

"Whoosh!"

The halberd blade sliced ​​across Kebineng's neck.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slaying a Corpse King. Loot obtained: ...]

A head wearing an eagle-feathered helmet flew up and was precisely hooked by a small branch of Lu Bu's halberd, then lifted high into the air.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the headless corpse swayed on the horse before crashing to the ground.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

Everyone nearby looked at the head on the tip of Lü Bu's halberd—the eagle-feather helmet was askew, the face was ferocious, and the eyes were wide open; it was none other than Kebineng, the Xianbei leader.

Lu Bu took a deep breath and roared in broken, foreign language:

"Kebineng is dead! Surrender immediately!"

The sound was like thunder, echoing through the valley.

The next moment, the battlefield exploded.

"The king is dead!"

"Kebineng is dead!"

The Xianbei soldiers shouted in terror.

Some of the quick-witted ones immediately dropped their weapons, dismounted, knelt, and raised their hands, shouting, "I surrender! I surrender!"

But many others either didn't understand Lu Bu's somewhat broken Mandarin, or they couldn't believe it, or they still wanted to fight to the death—

Murong She's eyes were bloodshot: "Avenge the eldest prince! Kill—"

He led dozens of his personal guards and charged at Lü Bu like madmen.

Cheng Lian and Zhang Xiu immediately led their personal guards to meet them.

Gao Shun also brandished his sword and shouted, "Kill without mercy!"

The soldiers of the Vanguard Camp drew their swords and spears.

With the Xianbei's greatest warrior Kebineng dead, Murong She was no match for Gao Shun and was killed by Gao Shun in a few exchanges.

The remaining Xianbei people lost all will to fight. They threw down their weapons and dismounted. Those who surrendered knelt on the ground, while those who resisted were quickly wiped out.

Kebineng and Murong She were both killed in battle, and the rest of their personal guards were either trampled by heavy cavalry or surrounded and killed by the Trapped Camp.

Anyone who didn't surrender immediately was killed, as Lü Bu had said so beforehand.

In less than fifteen minutes, the resistance gradually subsided.

Along the official road and beside the hillside, surrendered Xianbei soldiers knelt with their hands covering their heads.

At a glance, there were still five or six hundred men. These so-called Xianbei warriors weren't really that fearless in the face of death!

Lü Bu tossed Kebineng's head to his personal guard: "Keep it safe. When the time comes, build a mound of skulls outside the Great Wall to deter the Northern Barbarians."

He looked at Gao Shun and nodded: "The Trapped Camp deserves much credit for successfully killing the enemy chieftain Kebineng in this battle."

Gao Shun clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice, though weary, was firm beneath his mask: "I have not failed in my mission."

In the distance, outside Jinyang City, the battle in the Xianbei camp continued.

Lü Bu instructed Gao Shun: "The Trapped Camp will continue to hold this position, intercept the fleeing Hu cavalry, and guard the prisoners. The rest of you will follow me back to the Xianbei camp."

The soldiers of the heavily armed cavalry, who had won a great victory, excitedly followed Lü Bu and charged back into the Xianbei camp to annihilate the remaining Xianbei people.

……

When Lü Bu's army launched a night raid on the Xianbei camp, Xue Heng, the governor of Taiyuan Commandery, was woken from his sleep by his personal guards.

"My lord! My lord! Something has happened outside the city!"

Xue Heng sat up abruptly, his face, which was in his forties, showing signs of fatigue.

He was busy until late last night and had only been asleep for less than two hours.

"What's the matter?"

"My lord, flames are shooting into the sky and the sounds of battle are deafening from the direction of the Xianbei camp outside the city! Someone is attacking the camp!"

Xue Heng was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed his outer robe and draped it over himself: "Quick, let's go check the city wall!"

By the time he hurriedly climbed the south city wall of Jinyang, it was already 1:45 AM.

The winter night wind was biting cold, but Xue Heng was oblivious, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Xianbei camp several miles away.

There were indeed flickering lights there, and the shadowy figures could be vaguely seen. Shouts of battle carried on the wind, and although they were far away, they could still be heard to indicate that the scale of the battle was considerable.

"This is..." Xue Heng narrowed his eyes, "...is there infighting among the Xianbei people?"

An officer standing nearby shook his head: "It doesn't seem like it. Judging from the noise, someone is launching a night attack on the Xianbei camp."

"A raid on the camp?" Xue Heng frowned. "Where would an army from the vicinity of Jinyang come from that could raid a Xianbei camp?"

He quickly went through all the possible forces in his mind.

Inside Jinyang City, he had several thousand county soldiers under his command, but they were all infantrymen from county towns and were not under each other's command. They were only capable of defending the city, but they had no chance of winning in open field battles outside the city.

The surrounding counties? They had long been looted by the Xianbei people, and the county soldiers were either killed in battle or scattered.

Wang Yi of Hedong Commandery? He does have several thousand soldiers, but Wang Yi is responsible for guarding the gateway to Hedong and cannot move north without authorization.

Zhang Yang of Hanoi Commandery? Even more impossible. Zhang Yang would never come to rescue Jinyang from across Shangdang Commandery or Hedong Commandery.

Who could it be?

A name suddenly popped into Xue Heng's mind—Lü Bu.

The current Grand General of the Imperial Court has just entered Chang'an. He is from Bingzhou and has every reason to come to the aid of his hometown.

However, Chang'an to Jinyang is a distance of a thousand miles, and the movement of a large army and the transportation of supplies would take at least a month. Even if Lü Bu wanted to save Bingzhou, it wouldn't be that quick.

"My lord, look at that flag!" A sharp-eyed military officer suddenly pointed to a flag that was faintly fluttering in the firelight.

Xue Heng tried to open his eyes wide, but the distance was too far and the visibility was poor at night, so he could only see blurry shadows.

"What flag?"

"It looks like... a flag with the character 'Han'! And... a flag with the character 'Lü'!"