Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator.

The gates of Ji City opened wide, and forty thousand soldiers marched out in a mighty torrent.

Outside the city, black clouds loomed, threatening to crush the city...

The forty thousand soldiers felt a sense of trepidation, almost instinctively, in the face of the terrifying celestial phenomenon.

However, this feeling lasted only for a moment.

The towering great banner indicated the direction for the soldiers to advance, heading towards the city outskirts where a storm seemed to be brewing.

Li Ji, sitting on a chariot pulled by three black warhorses, was surrounded by the central army, beneath the great banner, and surveyed the surroundings as he left the city.

Just as Li Ji had predicted, Ji City's two months of inactivity had long since numbed the Wuhuan's senses, causing them to relax their surveillance to the extreme.

The impending storm also caused all the Wuhuan people to instinctively retreat back to their camps to avoid the rain.

After all, the Wuhuan people were not like the Han people in Ji City, who could still have physicians try to save them even if they caught a cold.

Once the Wuhuan people caught a cold from the rain, they often had to rely on their own life force to endure it, so the Wuhuan people's fear of rainstorms was far greater than that of the Han people.

"Slow march."

Immediately, under Li Ji's command, the guards beside the chariot waved flags, directing the forty thousand soldiers to maintain their formation and slowly move towards the Wuhuan camp.

The forty thousand soldiers' march was more of a frontal assault than a surprise attack.

Moreover, Li Ji was confident in his calculation of the rainfall time, and the Han army still had ample marching time. Slow and steady progress, preserving strength, was the best strategy.

......

Meanwhile, inside the Wuhuan camp.

With the unusual sign of a heavy rain about to fall, the air was filled with moisture.

Almost all the Wuhuan people were busy reinforcing their tents and locking all the warhorses in their stalls, preparing for the arrival of the rainstorm.

As for the Wuhuan leaders and chiefs, led by Qiu Liju, they were all gathered in the main tent, drinking and making merry.

After reaching a stalemate with Ji City, Qiu Liju and the other Wuhuan leaders were in a dilemma, with no nearby places to plunder and insufficient troops to launch a large-scale southward invasion.

In addition, these Wuhuan leaders had already gained some spoils in Yuyang and Youbeiping Commanderies, so many of them were not anxious at all, patiently waiting for news of Taton's encirclement and annihilation of the Han cavalry.

Once Taton returned with his troops, even if they could not take Ji City, the entire southern Youzhou would be completely reduced to the Wuhuan people's back garden.

Furthermore, with Zhang Ju and Zhang Chun constantly sending military rations, the Wuhuan leaders did not need to worry about logistics at all.

Therefore, the idle Wuhuan leaders had been drinking and making merry almost every day, or occasionally playing with slaves to pass the time.

Only Qiu Liju, seated in the main seat in the tent, had a hint of worry unconsciously surfacing between his brows as he looked at the scene of revelry in the tent.

The latest intelligence Taton sent back claimed that he had set up an inescapable net in Liaoxi Commandery, just waiting for the Han cavalry, with nowhere else to go, to crash into it and surrender themselves, and then he would bring back the heads of the Han generals to present to him.

Qiu Liju was confident that he could not find any problems with Taton's strategy, but he always had a faint, uneasy feeling in his heart, and his mood was as gloomy as the sky outside the tent, making it difficult for him to relax.

In addition, Qiu Liju was also quite worried that Taton would not be able to return in time.

After all, the time for snowfall was not far away.

The Wuhuan people had to retreat before the snow fell, otherwise, once the heavy snow blocked the roads, they would not be able to retreat back to the outside of the Great Wall even if they wanted to.

Immediately, Qiu Liju secretly calculated the time and found that as long as Taton was timely enough, it would still be enough for the Wuhuan people to plunder in southern Youzhou and then retreat back to the outside of the Great Wall to prepare for the winter.

And with enough money, food, and slaves, this winter might be the most prosperous year the Wuhuan people had had in over a hundred years.

Moreover, with the Wuhuan settlements in Yuyang and Youbeiping Commanderies being swept away, Qiu Liju also realized the possibility of incorporating the young and strong Wuhuan people in Yuyang and Youbeiping Commanderies into his direct line of strength.

"I hope Taton will not disappoint this king..."

Qiu Liju muttered to himself.

Although he did not particularly like this nephew, Qiu Liju had to admit that his nephew, Taton, was much more capable than his own young and weak son, Louban.

Whether he could gain more in Youzhou now also depended on Taton encircling and annihilating that Han cavalry.

Just as Qiu Liju was lost in thought, a dense sound of raindrops hitting the ground suddenly rang out outside the tent.

"Such heavy rain..."

Qiu Liju got up and walked to the entrance of the tent, lifting a corner of the curtain, and saw that in a short moment, the outside was already a vast expanse of white, and the rich water vapor almost drilled into the tent along the lifted corner.

However, this instead made Qiu Liju quite happy.

The summer was hot, and after this rain, presumably all the Wuhuan people stationed in the camp would feel much cooler and more comfortable.

Thinking like this, Qiu Liju could not help but drink the mare's milk wine in his cup in one gulp, then filled a cup with cool rainwater, drank it in one gulp, and his whole person seemed to feel much more refreshed and relaxed with that coolness.

"Comfortable!"

Qiu Liju laughed loudly, then turned around and returned to the tent, casually put his arm around a singing girl, and then continued to drink and make merry with the other Wuhuan leaders.

Compared to the Wuhuan leaders who indulged in sensual pleasures, the other Wuhuan people in the Wuhuan camp seemed much more miserable.

In order not to be drenched like drowned chickens, the Wuhuan men could only squeeze into the tents and do nothing.

Especially those Wuhuan people who happened to be required to patrol or be on guard, most of them found secluded places to hide from the rain.

Even the Wuhuan soldiers at the watchtower on the edge of the camp were curled up to avoid being drenched by this exaggerated heavy rain.

It was not that the Wuhuan soldiers on the watchtower were lazy, but with the torrential rain falling, the world seemed to have turned into a vast expanse of white, and they could not see more than two or three zhang.

Standing on the watchtower, they could hardly see the ground nearby, so the Wuhuan soldiers naturally would not stay in place to get drenched.

At this moment, the situation faced by the forty thousand soldiers led by Li Ji was also the same.

With visibility severely hindered, the flags quickly lost their effectiveness.

However, because all the soldiers had put on raincoats in advance, the state of the Han soldiers was still quite good even in the rain.

At least, they would not quickly lose their combat effectiveness due to their bodies being quickly soaked, resulting in chills, high fever, and other symptoms.

"Dong!"

A drum sound began to spread from the central army where Li Ji was.

After two months of constant training, it might not be possible to completely replace the flags with drum sounds to command the army as easily as using one's arms, but it was completely possible to transmit a series of simple instructions.

This long drum sound was...

"Advance!"

The long-term training in the rain allowed the Han soldiers to quickly recover their state in the rain, and subconsciously continue to move forward according to the content of the multiple rain training sessions.

When their vision was completely filled with whiteness, only the rhythmic drum sounds guided the actions of the Han soldiers and kept them calm.

As the Han army began to truly approach the Wuhuan camp, the drum sounds that rang out in the rain also began to be noticed by some Wuhuan people hiding from the rain near the main gate of the camp.

All the Wuhuan people who were on alert rushed out into the rain to look towards the outside of the camp.

However, the vast expanse of white rain concealed all traces, and only the muffled drum sounds seemed to be getting closer and closer, clearer and clearer.

Until...

Li Ji sat on the chariot, holding his sword with both hands between his spread legs. The Tang Ni silver willow leaf armor on his body seemed to be even brighter under the splash of countless raindrops, and the expression on his face was solemn and refined.

"Attack!"

Li Ji, estimating the distance between the two sides, spoke.

Immediately, the drum sounds emitted by the large drum, which was pulled behind the chariot and simultaneously struck by two bare-chested Youyan strongmen, suddenly became short, urgent, and impassioned.

In an instant, hearing the familiar drum sound command, the forty thousand Han troops, who were originally marching slowly, suddenly became hurried, and instinctively let out a roar.

"Kill!!!"

The forty thousand soldiers spoke in unison, and the sound instantly overwhelmed the drum sounds, and even startled the Wuhuan people near the main gate of the Wuhuan camp.

This was Han language!

The Han people were raiding the camp?!

However, before the Wuhuan people could react, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the vast expanse of white rain.

The lithe Stepping Snow Black Horse, with Zhang Fei, who looked like an evil god, almost instantly rushed to the front of the main gate of the Wuhuan camp, followed by eighteen figures who were slightly slower.

The Yan Yun Eighteen Riders each held a rope in their hands, and together dragged a thick ram.

Perhaps, before building this Wuhuan camp, Qiu Liju had never imagined the possibility that the Han army would dare to attack.

Therefore, the main gate of the camp was only made of a thin layer of wood.

Under the violent impact of the ram dragged by the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders, the main gate of the Wuhuan camp collapsed with a bang, and Zhang Fei rushed in first at that moment, shouting.

"Zhang Sanye of Yan is here, surrender, barbarian dogs!"

All of this, from the urgent drum sounds to the smashing of the main gate of the camp, actually took less than ten breaths, so that until now, the Wuhuan people in charge of guarding just hurriedly blew the horn to warn of an enemy attack.

"Woo woo woo ~ ~ ~"

The horns signaling an attack rapidly echoed throughout the entire Wuhuan camp, but countless Wuhuan people huddled within their tents instinctively doubted it.

Real or fake?

In such terrible weather, a Han Chinese raid?

Fighting in such atrocious weather, regardless of victory or defeat, would leave at least half of them sick afterward.

And with the Wuhuan's medical conditions, catching a cold was practically flirting with death. (End of Chapter)