Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Chapter 17 Guan uses a big knife in front of him
  Cheng Yuanzhi was inexplicably shocked. He quickly tightened the reins and stopped the horse's hooves. He pointed the long-handled sword at Guan Yu and shouted.

"Who is coming?"

Guan Yu raised his head half-raised, his slightly narrowed red phoenix eyes seemed to be scorning Cheng Yuanzhi, and said proudly. "How can a person who sells his head by inserting a bid have the right to know someone's name?"

Anger appeared on Cheng Yuanzhi's face, but he was in a dense forest covered by thick smoke and could vaguely see a large blurry figure behind Guan Yu, which made Cheng Yuanzhi instinctively frightened.

However, Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly noticed that Guan Yu was wearing the same fish scale armor as Zhang Fei, and asked. "What is the relationship between Zhang Fei and you?"

Guan Yu replied. "Zhang Fei is Guan's third brother."

"a ha ha ha!"

Cheng Yuanzhi was convinced, and immediately laughed out loud to stabilize the morale of the yellow scarf thieves behind him, and said.

"I see, that Zhang Fei is no match for me. Now that I've beaten the younger one, an older one has emerged."

Immediately, Cheng Yuanzhi, who had made up his mind, slapped the horse's butt, turned the long-handled sword in his hand, raised it high and slashed it towards Guan Yu, and shouted.

"I just want to use your head to boost morale, and also to let your third brother Zhang Fei know the consequences of insulting me."

Facing Cheng Yuanzhi's rapid approach, Guan Yu always maintained a posture of half stroking his long beard with one hand and holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword upside down with the other. He seemed to be frightened by Cheng Yuanzhi's power and did not move.

"Come and die!!!"

Cheng Yuanzhi let out a loud roar, and the long-handled sword suddenly slashed down, making a sound of whistling and breaking through the wind.

Just at this moment.

"drink!"

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes suddenly opened, and in the billowing smoke, it was like a green dragon soared into the sky, colliding with the long-handled sword in Cheng Yuanzhi's hand.

"clang!"

Cheng Yuanzhi's mount ran forward a few steps again under the inertia, and then suddenly stopped.

"What a quick knife!"

Cheng Yuanzhi murmured in disbelief, and a blood line suddenly burst out from his own neck and the neck of the war horse. A large amount of blood spurted out, and both the man and the horse fell to the ground.

As Cheng Yuanzhi looked back with difficulty, he could only feel Guan Yu's proud gaze and a light word.

"Hmph, a chicken or a dog is worthy of showing off a sword in front of Guan?"

The scene where Cheng Yuanzhi was knocked off his horse by Guan Yu in one move also caused the yellow scarf warriors following Cheng Yuanzhi to fall into confusion and shout in disbelief.

"Qu Shuai! Qu Shuai was beheaded!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! It must be an illusion. Qushuai is protected by Huang Tian. He is the direct disciple of the great virtuous master, the one who is determined to pacify the world!"

"That red-faced man is not a human! Definitely not a human! Whoever can kill his handsome man must be a god from the throne of heaven descending to earth?"

……

For this group of Yellow Turban warriors who deeply believe in Taiping Taoism, there is nothing more terrifying than the collapse of their faith.

As one of the spokespersons of the great virtuous teacher, Qu Shuai Cheng Yuanzhi was beheaded in front of his face, which undoubtedly completely collapsed the faith in their hearts.

Why was Qu Shuai, who preached to be like a god in his teachings, be beheaded?

There seem to be only two explanations: either, everything about Taiping Road is just a lie; or, Guan Yu, who killed Cheng Yuanzhi, was absolutely extraordinary!

Seeing the Yellow Turban thieves visibly falling into chaos, Guan Yu would naturally not be unable to seize this opportunity.

"Soldiers, kill!"

Following Guan Yu's loud shout, Guan Yu took the lead and rushed into the Yellow Turban Thieves!

Behind him, thousands of soldiers who had been recuperating in the dense forest for a long time and whose faces were tied with a layer of wet cloth prepared in advance, immediately felt their morale boosted and followed Guan Yu into the enemy's formation.

In the dense forest shrouded in thick smoke, the sight is extremely poor, and most people can only distinguish the direction through sound.

With Guan Yu as the arrow, he rushes into the enemy formation, and the rest of the soldiers only need to follow closely, maintain the basic formation, and kill all the enemies they see.

The five thousand Yellow Turban thieves were shocked to hear the bad news that their commander Cheng Yuanzhi had been beheaded. In addition, they were in this special environment. It seemed that there were shouts, screams, and fighting everywhere, but they did not know the number of enemies. ,Location.

For a moment, in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Thieves, it was as if they were suddenly in an endless hell, with countless enemies surrounding them and ready to take their lives at any time.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Finally, in less than a quarter of an hour.

The morale of the five thousand Yellow Turban thieves was completely shattered. They could not even maintain a basic formation, let alone maintain a basic counterattack. Most of them were scurrying around like headless flies.

The thousands of soldiers led by Guan Yu killed the group of yellow scarf thieves in front of them who had completely lost their will to fight and only knew how to run away.

The changes in environment and morale have completely reversed the difference in hard power between the two sides!

Even if the individual combat power of each Yellow Turban warrior is better than the soldiers temporarily recruited by Liu Bei's command, at this moment all the Yellow Turban thieves have almost no power to fight back.

When Guan Yu beheaded the thieves for an unknown number of times, he suddenly realized that he had led his soldiers to completely penetrate the five thousand Yellow Turban thieves.

It is different from the cavalry charging through the enemy's formation, killing is secondary, and the main thing is to destroy the enemy's formation.

The infantry has penetrated the enemy formation, and is often close to the end. More than half of the enemy may have been killed, and there are countless wounded and fleeing people.

"Victory!"

Guan Yu raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that was stained with blood in his hand and murmured.

Before this, when Guan Yu accepted Li Ji's mission, he thought it would be a difficult and bloody battle in which a thousand men would forcefully block 5,000 men. Unexpectedly... it would be so easy.

Guan Yu even felt effortless. He only had to kill the enemy generals who came to his door as Li Ji said, and then lead his soldiers forward, forward, forward...

Guan Yu subconsciously stroked his long beard and closed his eyes slightly. After recalling the joy of his first victory in his life, he no longer had any grudge against Liu Bei's previous courtesy to Li Ji.

Unlike Zhang Fei who expressed his dissent carelessly, even if Guan Yu had thoughts in his mind, in order to take care of Liu Bei's face and because Li Ji had shown a certain ability and made no mistakes, Guan Yu remained silent.

However, at this moment, Guan Yu truly felt the power of Li Ji's plan.

Facing an enemy five times stronger, even though Guan Yu believed that no matter how many thousand enemies he faced, he also knew that the one who would be defeated in the frontal battle would definitely be his own side.

But with the help of Li Ji's plan, facing five times the enemy was just like sweeping a group of chickens and dogs.

Mr. Zikun is not the enemy of ten thousand people, but he is as wise as the enemy of ten thousand people!
  "wonderful!"

Guan Yu sighed in admiration, and then suddenly remembered Li Ji's explanation not long ago, and quickly asked a temporarily selected personal guard behind him.

"Then where is the enemy general's head?"

The soldiers who followed Guan Yu quickly rummaged among the several heads tied around their waists, then untied one of them and handed it over, saying.

"Sir, the enemy general's head is here."

Guan Yu used the Qinglong Yanyue Sword to pick the head up to his eyes. He looked around and confirmed that it was Cheng Yuanzhi's head, and then he relaxed a little. This head, according to Mr. Zikun, is of great use and cannot be lost.

Immediately, Guan Yu glanced at the dense forest behind him where the thick smoke was getting thicker. After gathering his men to slightly reorganize their formation, Guan Yu quickly headed out.

As the fire grew bigger, the thick smoke in the dense forest grew bigger and bigger.

Even though all the soldiers under Guan Yu had tied a wet cloth in advance, many soldiers gradually began to feel unwell and were not suitable to stay in the dense forest for a long time.

As for the few remnants of the Yellow Turban thieves left in the dense forest, even if some of them are lucky enough to escape from the dense forest, it is no longer a problem.

……

at the same time.

At the gap between the river beach and the dense forest, taking advantage of the narrow terrain, thousands of soldiers led by Liu Bei were still stuck here, blocking wave after wave of attacks.

As time went by, more old, weak, women and children gradually regained some energy, and Deng Mao began to organize waves of Yellow Turbans to rush forward.

With their absolute numerical advantage, even though scores of corpses had fallen in front of Liu Bei, the pressure he endured was still increasing.

Fortunately, these Yellow Turbans, which are mainly composed of old, weak, women and children, lack bows and arrows, otherwise Liu Bei would never be able to use this small gap to withstand wave after wave of offensives.

However, as the thick smoke rising in the dense forest continued to grow, Deng Mao's heart sank lower and lower.

At this point in the battle, Deng Mao didn't even know the number of enemies, let alone the battle situation on Cheng Yuanzhi's side.

This made Deng Mao, who felt more and more uncomfortable, couldn't help but have some battles between heaven and man in his mind.

Continue the attack?

Temporary retreat?

However, these two choices are dilemmas for Deng Mao.

Once he retreated and abandoned the 5,000 Taiping Dao members trapped in the dense forest, Deng Mao even doubted whether the less than 1,000 Taiping Dao members left in his hands could control more than 50,000 old, weak, women and children.

But, keep attacking...

Deng Mao felt that it was impossible to break through Liu Bei's defense line in a short time, and if time dragged on for a long time, Deng Mao was deeply afraid that even he would be trapped.

Finally, Deng Mao clenched his fist tightly and decided to select 500 Taiping Dao members and thousands of young and strong people from the Yellow Turbans to mix together for the final attack.

This is also the final bottom line that Deng Mao can accept!
  Even so, Deng Mao still had to accept that there were only 500 Taiping Dao members left to control more than 50,000 Yellow Turbans, a very high ratio of one to one hundred.

Next, as long as there is a slight disturbance, Deng Mao suspects that the entire Yellow Turban crowd will completely disperse.

"breakthrough!"

"Follow Huang Tian's orders, everyone rush to me!"

Led by dozens of yellow scarf warriors as the core, 1,500 people crazily marched towards the entrance of the dense forest.

Deng Mao stared at the battle nervously, knowing that this was definitely his last chance.

Once this breakthrough fails, not only will the huge Yellow Turbans be at risk of losing control at any time, but even the mission entrusted to them by the Great Sage Master will completely fail.

Gradually, a smile appeared on Deng Mao's face unconsciously.

Even though Liu Bei took the lead and fought on the front line with both male and female swords, many of the soldiers were already exhausted under the continuous attack of the Yellow Turbans relying on their absolute numerical superiority.

Under the impact of a large number of yellow turban thieves and young men, the entire defense line was already crumbling.

Looking at this scene, Deng Mao gradually felt relieved and murmured.

"It seems that there are really only about a thousand people. Are they bluffing? The opponent's military strength is also extremely scarce."

However, at this moment, a loud shout came from the dense forest.

"Brother, don't worry, Guan is here."

The next moment, there seemed to be a steady stream of new troops emerging from the dense forest.

What's more important is that all the new troops were covered in blood, as if they had experienced a fierce fighting, which made Deng Mao feel like he was falling into the abyss after witnessing this scene!
  The appearance of these people undoubtedly heralds the worst for Qu Shuai Cheng Yuanzhi in the dense forest.

As Guan Yu rushed out of the dense forest, he raised Cheng Yuanzhi's head and shouted.

"Since the leader of Qu is here, why don't you surrender quickly?!"

In an instant, the entire Yellow Turban crowd was in an uproar, and countless people stared at the head raised in Guan Yu's hand, trying to identify it.

Some of the Yellow Turban thieves closest to Guan Yu recognized Cheng Yuanzhi's facial features almost instantly and shouted in disbelief.

"Qu is really handsome!"

"Qu Shuai was really killed!"

"No, no, no, this is not true..."

In an instant, the entire Yellow Turban crowd fell into chaos at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a special group like the Yellow Turban Army, the death of the commander-in-chief Qu Shuai was much more serious than that of an ordinary army. The already low morale of the entire Yellow Turban army collapsed almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, Deng Mao let out a loud shout.

"Who are you talking nonsense?! Huang Tian has sent me a message that Qu Shuai has broken through the dense forest and reached the other side. The head in the hands of the red-faced man is fake!"

This sound temporarily calmed down the chaotic Yellow Turban crowd, and also attracted Guan Yu's attention.

Immediately, Guan Yu threw the head in his hand into the crowd, causing a large number of yellow scarf thieves to come forward to grab for confirmation. However, the whole group of people patted their horses and ran straight towards Deng Mao, who was a hundred steps away.

"Block him, block that red-faced man!"

However, Cheng Yuanzhi, who was far more brave than Deng Mao, seemed to be beheaded by this red-faced man. How could Deng Mao dare to compete with Guan Yu? He quickly commanded some of the yellow scarf thieves who could still command to come forward, while he abandoned his horse and hid directly. Among the Yellow Turbans.

After Guan Yu killed more than ten Yellow Turban thieves who were blocking the way, Deng Mao's figure had already disappeared among the large number of Yellow Turbans and was difficult to find.

Deng Mao, who was hiding among the crowd, had to admit that even though the Yellow Turbans still numbered as many as 50,000, the defeat was completely irreversible.

"However, don't think that you will win like this!"

Deng Mao looked in the direction of Liu Bei and Guan Yu from a distance, gritted his teeth and said a few words, and then gave a few orders to the twenty yellow scarf warriors who were still following him as personal soldiers.

Immediately, Liu Bei and Guan Yu led their soldiers to rush out of the gap. On the one hand, they killed the Yellow Turban thieves wearing yellow scarves on their heads, and on the other hand, they tried to stop the large number of Yellow Turbans from surrendering.

Almost at the same time, bewildering voices sounded from everywhere in the Yellow Turban crowd.

"Don't surrender. Once you surrender, these court thieves will definitely kill us all."

"If we surrender, will these imperial thieves give us food? Don't trust them."

"Yes, they only seem to be one or two thousand people. We have tens of thousands of people. Each of us can drown them with just a mouthful of saliva..."

(End of this chapter)