Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator.

In Li Ji's view, the average moral standard of this era was much higher than that of later generations.

Cursing someone as unrighteous, unjust, disloyal, and unfilial could actually enrage them to death. Even Zhuge Liang's method of provoking Sima Yi was just sending women's clothing.

If it were Li Ji's former roommate, sending him women's clothing would only be met with狂喜 (wild joy).

Therefore, Zuan insults were no less than a forced taunt in this era, especially when used by Zhang Fei, who had a loud voice—a forced taunt within a forced taunt.

What made Li Ji feel somewhat emotional was this part of the deduction in the 'Strategy Simulator'.

【Under your command, Zhang Fei used 'Zuan insults' to spread his voice for miles, not only completely enraging Cheng Yuanzhi, but also invisibly opening a door to the collapse of ritual and music.

From then on, Zhang Fei went from resisting 'Zuan insults' to understanding them, integrating them into his being, and then promoting them!

Whenever on the battlefield, Zhang Fei would always use 'Zuan insults', forcibly taunting enemy generals, leading to increasingly dirty骂战 (verbal battles) on the battlefield, never again resembling the refined customs of the Spring and Autumn period.】

It was precisely because of this that Li Ji knew very well that Zhang Fei would probably be the person who attracted the most hatred in the entire era, and he was deeply afraid that Zhang Fei would one day reveal the truth and ruin Li Ji's reputation for being gentle and refined.

Looking at Liu Bei's still worried expression, Li Ji said calmly and confidently.

"Brother Xuande, just wait patiently, Yide will definitely complete the task."

… …

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After a moment of deathly silence, the Yellow Turban camp quickly erupted as if it had completely暴动 (rioted). Under Cheng Yuanzhi's command, the entire Yellow Turban main force poured out, rushing towards Zhang Fei.

Leading the charge was Cheng Yuanzhi, riding a black骏马 (steed) with disheveled hair and wielding a long-handled broadsword, leading hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors on horseback towards Zhang Fei.

"Thief, don't run! If I don't kill you, I vow not to be human!"

Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes were bloodshot, roaring at Zhang Fei like a madman.

However, compared to Cheng Yuanzhi's voice, Zhang Fei's thunderous voice echoed for miles with laughter.

"Hahahaha, what? Are you, you rebellious son, already eager to拜俺为继父 (recognize me as your stepfather)? Too bad, too bad, you rebellious son is base and不堪 (unbearable), unworthy of inheriting my surname, I'm leaving."

Instantly, Cheng Yuanzhi's eyes turned as red as if they were dripping blood. While roaring and venting his anger, he frantically whipped his beloved steed, chasing madly in the direction of Zhang Fei.

Seeing Cheng Yuanzhi leading the Yellow Turban warriors out of the camp, Zhang Fei quickly whispered.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat."

Immediately, Zhang Fei pulled the reins and led the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders towards the Juma River.

"Don't run! Don't run!!!"

"You thief, leave it to me!"

"If I don't kill you, how can I be a son of man?"

… …

Cheng Yuanzhi's impotent rage continued to ring out behind Zhang Fei, but it was met with Zhang Fei's occasional ridicule.

"You rebellious son is quite filial, specially coming to see off your stepfather, then you have to work harder. If you can catch up with your stepfather and kneel on the ground to lick his shoes, your stepfather might consider treating you and your mother a little better in the future."

Coupled with the bursts of laughter and echoing from the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders, Cheng Yuanzhi's anger rose again and again, almost to the point of completely losing his mind.

In the Great Han Dynasty, which governed the country with filial piety, the people also regarded filial piety as the most important thing. There might be people who were unfaithful and unjust, but there were few unfilial sons.

Almost every time Zhang Fei spoke, he struck directly at the place that Cheng Yuanzhi cherished most, dodging left and right, even seven times in and seven times out.

Whether it was for personal honor and dignity, or for his future reputation and威严 (prestige) in the Taiping Dao, Cheng Yuanzhi had absolutely no reason to let Zhang Fei go at this moment.

It was just that Cheng Yuanzhi didn't have a smartwatch, otherwise he would definitely be able to see his blood pressure breaking new heights again and again, to the point that Cheng Yuanzhi's entire body was even more红温 (reddened) than Guan Yu's complexion.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

At this moment, Cheng Yuanzhi's brain could hardly容不下 (contain) other thoughts. He stared at Zhang Fei's back with目眦尽裂 (eyes wide with fury), his mind filled with the determination to kill this撩 (person) with his own hands!

For a time, Zhang Fei led the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders galloping in front, while Cheng Yuanzhi led hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors chasing madly behind.

Following them were Deng Mao, leading about five thousand Yellow Turban soldiers, and finally, the Yellow Turban crowd, mainly composed of old, weak, women, and children, driven by thousands of Yellow Turban thieves.

However, as time went by, the speeds of the different groups varied, and the distance between them continued to widen.

There was no doubt that two legs could not outrun four legs. The Yellow Turban crowd, mainly composed of the old, weak, women, and children, was also visibly脱节 (disengaging) from the Yellow Turban main force.

This made Deng Mao, who noticed this situation, have a few more凝重 (solemn) and hesitant expressions.

Unlike Cheng Yuanzhi, who was just a mountain bandit and became the leader of this area entirely by virtue of his courage, Deng Mao, although born into a declining寒门 (poor family), had also read military books.

The current situation of the Yellow Turban crowd脱节 (disengaging) from each other was undoubtedly quite dangerous.

As long as five thousand elite soldiers cut them off, it would be possible for the Yellow Turban crowd of up to about sixty thousand to be unable to take care of each other from beginning to end, falling into complete chaos and溃败 (defeat).

However… …

Deng Mao looked around at the surrounding terrain. He was in a plain area with nothing to hide soldiers.

More importantly, most of Zhuo County's county soldiers were concentrated in Zhuo County City, and Deng Mao had secretly sent dozens of spies into Zhuo County early on. Once the Zhuo County county soldiers had any large-scale movements, it would definitely not be瞒不过 (hidden) from the spies.

In recent days, the only troops that had left the city of Zhuo County were the two thousand led by a督贼曹 (supervisor of bandits), which was not enough to worry about.

With this thought, Deng Mao quickly calmed his somewhat uneasy heart and urged the Yellow Turban main force to hurry up and catch up with Cheng Yuanzhi.

In Deng Mao's view, the biggest hidden danger was that he needed to worry that Zhang Fei was deliberately诱敌 (luring the enemy), causing Cheng Yuanzhi, as the leader, to encounter danger.

Therefore, knowing that he could not persuade Cheng Yuanzhi, Deng Mao could only constantly urge the main force to quickly catch up with Cheng Yuanzhi.

As the sun unknowingly reached the top of their heads, under Cheng Yuanzhi's all-the-way chase, Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders seemed to be慌不择路 (fleeing in panic) and were chased to a riverside.

Seeing Cheng Yuanzhi leading hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors behind him,封锁 (blockading) their retreat, Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders seemed to have no choice but to ride their horses across the river.

The river was so deep that it almost淹没 (submerged) the horses' legs.

Therefore, even though Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders were almost constantly urging their warhorses with whips, by the time Cheng Yuanzhi and the Yellow Turban warriors reached the Juma River, Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders had only crossed most of the river.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuanzhi露出 (revealed) a hint of cruelty and快意 (satisfaction) on his face and said.

"Thief, when I catch up with you, you will know what it means to be残忍 (cruel)!"

"Chase!!"

Without a trace of hesitation, Cheng Yuanzhi led his horse across the river, chasing after Zhang Fei and the others, who seemed to be already close at hand.

At this moment, Cheng Yuanzhi had clearly seen the panic on Zhang Fei's face, fifty or sixty meters ahead, and Zhang Fei's whipping of his warhorse was becoming more and more urgent.

The pleasure of revenge was imminent, making Cheng Yuanzhi's entire person excited beyond words, especially after being激 (stimulated) by the cold river water, his entire body uncontrollably哆嗦 (shivered) several times.

"Thief, do you think you can still escape? Even if you cross the river, the河滩 (riverbank) on the other side is either cliffs or a dense forest that warhorses can hardly pass through."

"Ah, hahahaha, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, call me grandpa a few times, maybe I will let you suffer less pain before you die."

Cheng Yuanzhi shouted excitedly.

However, what responded to Cheng Yuanzhi was, in addition to Zhang Fei's increasingly urgent urging of his warhorse, the tone that still made Cheng Yuanzhi's anger蹭蹭 (grow) upwards uncontrollably.

"You rebellious son, do you really have癔症 (hysteria)? It's always me and grandpa, have you forgotten that you want to be a son, but I don't want to take you in."

"气煞我也 (I am so angry)!"

Cheng Yuanzhi gritted his teeth and shouted, but he could only watch Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders rush onto the riverbank first, and then head towards the dense forest.

程远志 (Cheng Yuanzhi), who was extremely angry, knew that he could not win against 张飞 (Zhang Fei) in words, so he could only scold the hundreds of Yellow Turban warriors behind him repeatedly.

"Everyone, hurry up! If Zhang Fei gets away today, I will剥皮充草 (skin you alive)!"

By the time Cheng Yuanzhi and the Yellow Turban warriors reached the riverbank one after another, Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders were already about to reach the edge of the dense forest.

Just as Cheng Yuanzhi was impatiently heading towards Zhang Fei's direction, fearing that Zhang Fei would abandon his horse and go deep into the dense forest, completely losing track of Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders suddenly stopped and turned their horses around.

"Deng, deng, deng ~"

The next moment, the sound of horses' hooves echoed from the dense forest behind Zhang Fei, and figures slowly appeared from the dense forest.

This situation, which seemed like an ambush, made Cheng Yuanzhi主动 (initiative) stop for the first time, looking solemnly at the dense forest that seemed to be hiding countless soldiers.

However, when Cheng Yuanzhi saw that the cavalry that appeared behind Zhang Fei was only a hundred or so, he could not help but let out a burst of disdainful laughter.

"Hahahaha, I thought there was an ambush of thousands of troops, but I didn't expect there to be so few! If your trump card is only this level, then just die here."

"Who will die here is still unknown!"

Zhang Fei pointed the丈八蛇矛 (eighteen-foot spear) in his hand at Cheng Yuanzhi and shouted. "Today, I will kill you, you dog-like rebellious son, here for the people of Zhuo County."

"A mere nobody, how would you know the name of Cheng Yuanzhi of the Way of Peace? This old man is a recognized hundred-man enemy within the Way of Peace! Your mere hundred men are not enough to quench the thirst of this old man's long-handled saber with blood!"

Cheng Yuanzhi roared. "Today, I will let you, a reckless and ignorant thief, know the name of Cheng Yuanzhi, and atone with your life!"

"Kill them!"

In the next moment, on this relatively wide river滩, the two sides of a hundred cavalry clashed head-on in a fierce battle.

In front was a dense forest, and behind was the river!

In a sense, this was undoubtedly a gladiatorial arena with no retreat!

Among them, Zhang Fei and Cheng Yuanzhi directly chose to engage in a frontal battle.

"Clang!"

The collision of the long-handled saber and the丈八蛇矛 sparked a burst of fire.

Cheng Yuanzhi's face changed slightly, feeling a surge of immense force that almost made him unable to hold his long-handled saber.

'This nameless and shameless thief actually possesses such courage and strength?'

Immediately, when Cheng Yuanzhi saw Zhang Fei's expression also change, he felt relieved, thinking that the strength of both sides should be evenly matched, and his experience in battle formation must far exceed Zhang Fei's, so the advantage lies with him!

However, what Cheng Yuanzhi didn't know was that Zhang Fei's slight change in expression was more due to his surprise at Cheng Yuanzhi's strength being so weak.

Zhang Fei only used thirty percent of his strength, and almost knocked Cheng Yuanzhi's weapon away.

'Could it be that Cheng Yuanzhi is not good at martial arts?'

Zhang Fei couldn't understand how Cheng Yuanzhi, who led tens of thousands of people in the Yellow Turban Army, could have such insufficient strength.

What made Zhang Fei even more embarrassed was that what was written in Mr. Zikun's brocade pouch was that Zhang Fei had to feign defeat no matter what.

This made Zhang Fei a little embarrassed!

In addition, at this moment, the collision between the hundred cavalry led by the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and the Yellow Turban Warriors resulted in the hundred cavalry led by the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun being almost instantly suppressed.

Different from ordinary Yellow Turban thieves, the so-called Yellow Turban Warriors are nominally狂信徒 who have been blessed by the Great Virtuous Teacher. They deeply believe that after death, their souls will ascend to the realm of Yellow Heaven Harmony, and they can be described as fighting madly, without fear of life and death!

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and the hundred cavalry they led were actually just local braves who had joined the Volunteer Army not long ago.

Even though the land of Youyan is full of skilled riders, cavalry who have not undergone real磨练 training can only rely on their courage to fight. There is a clear difference in combat power compared to狂信徒 like the Yellow Turban Warriors.

Seeing the cavalry being beheaded by the Yellow Turban Warriors one by one, Zhang Fei became anxious. He simply甩丈八蛇矛, blocked Cheng Yuanzhi, and then rode his horse straight towards the most densely populated area of the Yellow Turban Warriors.

丈八蛇矛 swept across, and immediately six or seven Yellow Turban Warrior heads flew up. Only then did he turn back to block Cheng Yuanzhi, who was closely following behind.

Subsequently, Zhang Fei, relying on his courage and strength far superior to Cheng Yuanzhi, seemingly fought evenly with Cheng Yuanzhi on the surface, but in fact, whenever the Yellow Turban Warriors gathered to charge, he would definitely find an opportunity to甩掉 Cheng Yuanzhi and quickly斬殺 a batch of Yellow Turban Warriors.

In this small-scale battle of a hundred people,猛将 like Zhang Fei, who is an enemy of ten thousand, is undoubtedly the one who can truly determine the outcome with a single blow.

However, Cheng Yuanzhi, who was blinded by anger, completely failed to notice this fact, and still thought that every time Zhang Fei wanted to escape, he was blocked by the Yellow Turban Warriors.

Before Cheng Yuanzhi could recover, hundreds of Yellow Turban Warriors had already been斬殺ed. Similarly, more than half of the hundred cavalry led by the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun had been lost.

The strong smell of blood poured into Cheng Yuanzhi's nostrils, causing Cheng Yuanzhi to wake up suddenly, only to find that he was surrounded.

Just as the anger in Cheng Yuanzhi's heart had not subsided, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear.

"Chieftain, Deng Mao is here!"

On the opposite side of the Juma River, Deng Mao led five thousand Yellow Turban thieves to arrive in a hurry, and seeing that Cheng Yuanzhi had already been surrounded, he shouted angrily.