My Three Kingdoms is not right

The shouts of battle echoed over Tangshan, and Lü Bu's brows furrowed even more deeply.

She stared at the battle ahead, her eyes revealing barely concealed impatience.

The Trapped Camp has already breached the eastern wall of the stockade, and the Imperial Guards' defensive line is being compressed step by step, with their morale clearly beginning to waver.

But it's not fast enough.

The Imperial Guard's camp was already on the verge of collapse, but it kept stubbornly holding on.

The unforgettable boy was just ahead, inspiring the surrounding Imperial Guards to repel wave after wave of attacks.

Lu Bu knew that he only needed to give Gao Shun another half an hour, no, three quarters of an hour.

The Trapped Camp could completely crush the Imperial Guard's resistance. She could then occupy Tangshan.

"General!"

The scout's voice pulled Lü Bu from his reverie. The scout tumbled off his horse, his voice trembling with panic: "Cao Cao's main force is rapidly approaching, the vanguard less than eight li from here! Their strength is approximately fifteen thousand!"

Lu Bu tightened his grip on the halberd.

The expressions of the generals beside him changed simultaneously. Zhang Liao spurred his horse forward, his usually calm voice revealing a rare hint of anxiety: "General, let's retreat. Cao Cao's army is too fast. If they cut off our retreat, it will be difficult for us to return to Xiapi."

"Wait a little longer!" Lu Bu gritted his teeth. "Let Gao Shun give it his all! Tangshan is ours!"

"But even if we capture the camp by then, it will be too late." Zhang Liao pointed to the ravaged camp on the mountain:

"General, please look, most of the mountain fortress walls have been destroyed, and the antler-shaped moat is completely ruined. Even if we capture Tangshan now, we cannot rely on the remaining fortress to resist Cao Cao's main force."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the anger burning in Lü Bu's heart.

She looked in the direction Zhang Liao pointed. Although the Imperial Guards were in disarray, forced to retreat step by step, they still held their last line of defense. The stockade walls were crumbling, two arrow towers had collapsed, and the ground was littered with the corpses of soldiers from both sides and wounded horses. Such a dilapidated stockade was indeed no match for Cao Cao's tens of thousands of elite troops.

"My lord, Wen Yuan is right," Hou Cheng also stepped forward to advise. "This place is no longer suitable for establishing a camp. We should quickly return to the city and make further plans. Although Cao Cao's forces are overwhelming, we have the fortified city of Xiapi; she cannot do anything to us!"

Lu Bu's gaze lingered between the dilapidated camp on the mountain and the rising dust in the distance, his chest churning with resentful anger.

Victory was so close, we were so close to winning, but there just wasn't enough time.

"Sound the retreat," she spat out through gritted teeth. "Withdraw the troops!"

The gongs rang out again, this time sharp and urgent. The assaulting battalion halted their advance, and the heavily armored infantry began an orderly retreat. The Bingzhou cavalry also stopped charging, turning their horses to cover the infantry's withdrawal from the battlefield.

A deafening cheer erupted from the Imperial Guard camp.

Hearing the cheers, Lü Bu gritted her teeth in hatred. Her gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, past the collapsed stockade walls and scattered deer antlers, and landed on a figure.

The young man stood on the half-collapsed stockade wall, his silver armor stained with blood, his blue robe torn in several places, and his hair mostly disheveled. Yet he still stood ramrod straight, his sword raised high, shouting something to his soldiers.

The setting sun shone obliquely on his face, making his blood-stained handsome face shine like flames.

Lu Bu's heart skipped a beat.

Then, a wildfire burst forth and engulfed her entire body.

It rushed up to her forehead.

She kicked the horse's belly hard, and Red Hare neighed loudly, shooting off like an arrow.

None of the generals around him reacted in time. Zhang Liao opened his mouth to shout, but before the sound could even leave his throat, the crimson figure had already rushed dozens of steps away.

Red Hare was so fast that even Lu Bu's elite guards in the central army couldn't react in time.

"Protect the general!" Zhang Liao shouted sharply, spurring his horse to give chase. But how could Red Hare be so swift and powerful? By the time she charged out of the army formation, Lü Bu was already just a silhouette.

Lu Bu, however, could not hear anything.

The wind whistled past her ears, and the earth rushed backward beneath Red Hare's hooves. She held a halberd in one hand, controlled her horse with both legs, and her phoenix eyes were fixed on the figure on the stockade wall.

The chaos on the battlefield became her best cover. The two sides were disengaging, the front lines were interlocked, and the Imperial Guards were cheering and celebrating. No one noticed that a rider had broken away from Lü Bu's central army and was rushing towards the camp at an astonishing speed.

"Enemy attack!" A soldier from the Imperial Guard finally noticed something was wrong and cried out in alarm, "Lü Bu!!!"

The voice became shrill and distorted, instantly shattering the cheers in the camp.

Liu Xun on the stockade wall suddenly turned his head, his pupils contracting sharply. The crimson figure had already rushed across the buffer zone between the two armies, like a bolt of lightning cleaving through the chaotic battlefield.

He could even see clearly that beautiful yet furious face, that gleaming silver halberd, and the white breath exhaled from the nostrils of the Red Hare.

"Release the arrows!" Xu Huang ordered sharply.

The surviving crossbowmen hastily raised their crossbows, firing arrows with wild abandon. Lü Bu didn't even bother to dodge; with a casual swing of his halberd, he shattered several approaching arrows into a scattering hail. Red Hare's speed remained undiminished.

too fast.

Liu Xun instinctively gripped his longsword, only one thought flashing through his mind—Damn it! Has this woman gone mad?

Zhao Yun reacted faster than anyone else.

The silver-armored girl charged out from the side on horseback, her spear swirling like a dragon in her hand, aiming straight for Lü Bu's throat. This thrust was imbued with all her strength and speed; the spear tip whistled as it pierced the air—a deadly move she had honed for many years in Changshan.

However, Lü Bu simply waved his hand casually.

The halberd clashed with the silver spear, sparks flying. Zhao Yun felt a violent jolt in his hand, and an overwhelming force surged through the spear shaft, deflecting the silver spear and causing its tip to graze Lü Bu's shoulder, leaving only a shallow scratch on her shoulder armor.

Red Hare's speed did not decrease at all.

Lu Bu sheathed his halberd and changed his stance, only to find that blood-stained yet still stunningly beautiful face was now within arm's reach.

She easily deflected the boy's sword, and he stared at himself with wide eyes, his amber eyes reflecting his own ferocious image.

Lu Bu originally intended to pierce him with his halberd and knock him off the camp wall. But the moment the halberd was swung, seeing those wide-open eyes, she inexplicably lowered her elbow and changed the thrust into a slap.

The halberd shaft struck Liu Xun heavily on the side of his neck.

The boy's body trembled violently, and the light in his eyes instantly dimmed. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he slumped forward limply.

Lu Bu loosened his grip on the halberd shaft, reached out with one hand, grabbed the armor on the man's back, and lifted him onto the horse's back.

Red Hare neighed and abruptly changed direction in front of the stockade wall. Its hooves carved a deep half-circle in the gravel, then it shot off like an arrow toward Lü Bu's army.

"Brother!!"

Sun Shangxiang's scream pierced the entire battlefield. She spurred her horse forward like a madwoman, firing three arrows in quick succession, each aimed straight for Lü Bu's back.