Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator.

Chapter 49: Han! Mighty!!!

stroking his long beard, squinted slightly, seemingly still savoring the wonder of the three strikes he had just unleashed, and said.

“If I were to face that Yellow Turban fellow from last night again, I, Guan, would surely slay him under my horse within three exchanges.”

“Once I find a fine steed that understands my heart, using its speed, I can make the third strike even faster. By then, even if it were my third brother encountering it for the first time, he might be defeated in three strikes.”

Li Ji did not refute Guan Yu, nor could he refute Guan Yu's judgment.

The only one qualified to refute Guan Yu, Guan Hai, was probably drinking soup at the Bridge of Helplessness by now.

However, Li Ji could be sure of one thing: Guan Yu's first three strikes could now be considered evolved in terms of unexpectedly 'bullying the weak'.

Probably, even brave generals whose true martial strength was not far from Guan Yu's would be caught off guard and killed on the first encounter by these three strikes.

Immediately, Guan Yu solemnly gave Li Ji a disciple's salute and said.

“I will remember your kindness in resolving my confusion. In the future, if Mr. Zikun has any requests, I, Guan, will certainly not refuse.”

“Yun Chang is too polite.”

Li Ji quickly returned the salute and then said.

“Yun Chang should rest for a while. Tonight, there might be another bloody battle. Yun Chang should take good care to conserve your energy.”

Guan Yu nodded, accepting Li Ji's reminder with pleasure. After a simple inspection of the surroundings to confirm that there were no problems with the sentry posts, he went to rest.

It was unknown whether it was because they had personally witnessed Li Ji using various surprise attacks and ambushes too often that left a deep impression on the newly emerged Liu, Guan, and Zhang, even to the point of creating a shadow.

So much so that the three of them, Liu, Guan, and Zhang, now placed particular emphasis on the arrangement of sentry posts and patrols when marching.

Li Ji, on the other hand, took a volume of military books to continue reading and relieve boredom. In his mind, he unconsciously recalled all the information he knew, forming a dynamic map with the terrain like a 3D image.

So far, the four thousand soldiers led by Liu Bei could undoubtedly reach Bo Luo Jin in excellent condition at Xu time (7-9 PM).

As for Zhang Fei's side, as long as they acted according to the plan, they could also rely on the high mobility of the cavalry to arrive at Xu time.

Although the state of the cavalry unit would be slightly more tired, this was undoubtedly the best way to cross Julu County and arrive at Bo Luo Jin as agreed.

Among them, the biggest hidden danger in this plan, the Yellow Turbans from Julu City, had been basically eliminated.

At this moment, unless there were some top strategists in Julu City to help, there was absolutely no possibility of seeing through it. Moreover, based on the calculation of time, the Yellow Turbans of Julu City would not be able to rush to Bo Luo Jin in time.

Li Ji reflected and pondered three times in his mind before he was relieved that there were indeed no flaws.

Next, the most important thing was to encircle and hunt down Zhang Jiao at Zhangshui with Lu Zhi's unit.

‘With the ability of the Northern General of the Household, I suppose he can invite the guest to Zhangshui, right?’

Li Ji fell into contemplation.

In Li Ji's view, there were only three possible situations next.

When Liu Bei led the army to the Bo Luo Jin ferry, which was used to cross the Zhangshui River, the three states of the Guangzong Yellow Turbans: either they had arrived, or they had not arrived, or they were about to arrive.

If they were about to arrive, there would undoubtedly be the most ideal state of attacking halfway across the river. As long as they did not have the opportunity to land and form a formation, even if the Yellow Turban bandits had thousands of troops, it would be difficult to land on Bo Luo Jin.

If they had not arrived, Liu Bei's unit would occupy Bo Luo Jin overnight until dawn. If the Guangzong Yellow Turbans still had not arrived at Bo Luo Jin by dawn, then in order to avoid being chased by the Julu Yellow Turbans from behind, Liu Bei could only cross the Zhangshui River directly and join forces with the Northern General of the Household.

The most troublesome thing was: they had arrived!

Once the Guangzong Yellow Turbans had all retreated to Bo Luo Jin, it was basically impossible for Liu Bei to lead five thousand or so to launch a frontal attack on Bo Luo Jin.

At that time, Liu Bei's unit could only retreat hastily, avoiding the Guangzong Yellow Turbans' sharpness.

‘However, the overall risk is always within an acceptable range.’

Li Ji verified this conclusion again, feeling slightly relieved in his heart. He could only patiently wait for the agreed time.

… …

At the same time.

A large plain east of Zhangshui to Guangzong.

Zhang Jiao, the Great Virtuous Teacher, was surrounded by countless Taiping Dao followers and retreated in the direction of Bo Luo Jin, and Zhang Jiao's eyes revealed full of confusion and doubt.

Defeated!

Even at this moment, Zhang Jiao still had not been able to react. In his mind, he unconsciously flashed back to the previous scenes.

Since half a month ago, in order to save the declining morale of continuous defeats, Zhang Jiao increased the promotion of the Taiping Dao righteousness in Guangzong City, proclaiming that the Yellow Heaven would descend miracles to bless believers.

Then, I don't know when it started, a more radical statement gradually appeared in the city, claiming that the Great Virtuous Teacher had communicated with the Yellow Heaven and would use the power of the Yellow Heaven to descend heavenly punishment and kill Lu Zhi, the Han thief who acted against the heavens.

At first, Zhang Jiao was a little confused. He hadn't even taken action yet. How could the followers have arranged everything so clearly?

However, seeing that the morale of the followers had obviously improved, Zhang Jiao would naturally not lower his standards to explain that he could not communicate with the Yellow Heaven, nor could he descend heavenly punishment to kill Lu Zhi.

In the half a month that Zhang Jiao did not deliberately control that statement, that statement had already formed the mainstream and hope in Guangzong City.

Also at this time, the Han army camp suddenly hung high with white silk, and there was constant crying, but it was reported that Lu Zhi, the Northern General of the Household, had died violently.

Zhang Jiao naturally doubted this very much, but when the news spread in Guangzong City, countless Yellow Turban followers completely fell into狂热excited.

Even if Zhang Jiao was unwilling to leave the city, but seeing that the Han army outside the city was gradually beginning to retreat, he was also coerced by countless Taiping Dao followers to demand to leave the city.

Unable to violate the almost unanimous will of the Taiping Dao followers, Zhang Jiao considered again and again, and could not help but gradually think that this was an excellent opportunity.

Now the Yellow Turbans up and down are at their peak, if they severely damage or even destroy this elite Han force in one fell swoop, then from then on the road from Jizhou to Sili Luoyang is almost a flat road.

While the other Yellow Turban Qu Shuai are containing Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun and other elite Han troops, Zhang Jiao may be able to take advantage of the fact that the other elite Han troops do not have time to return and attack Luoyang, killing the Han Emperor.

And even if Lu Zhi feigned death, then it would just be another field battle and another defeat.

With the number of Guangzong Yellow Turbans as high as more than 100,000, Zhang Jiao does not need to worry about being swallowed by Lu Zhi's less than 20,000 troops in the plains.

The development of the matter, in Zhang Jiao's view, was unexpectedly smooth.

Facing the pursuit of the Guangzong Yellow Turbans, the Han army, all wearing white silk, fled in panic. The Yellow Turbans chased for more than ten miles in one breath, picking up countless supplies and weapons abandoned by the Han army along the way.

Until, the Yellow Turbans chased the Han army to a slope along the way.

The “Lu” banner, which was the nightmare of countless Yellow Turbans, was erected high, and the old man who always wore a 탈장 robe when he personally fought appeared in front of all the Yellow Turbans.

“You have fallen into my plan!!

Lu Zhi raised his saber high, and his old and majestic voice spread in all directions, causing countless Yellow Turbans to be frightened and panicked.

The next moment, taking advantage of the height of the slope, three thousand Sanhe cavalry charged down, shouting.

“When the strong wind rises, the clouds fly!”

In addition, there were three thousand strong crossbowmen lined up on the slope, and countless crossbow arrows fell towards the most densely populated place of the Yellow Turbans like dark clouds.

“Wind!”

“Wind!!”

“Wind!!!”

After pouring down three waves in a row, until the Sanhe cavalry was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, a bloody road was cut out in the Yellow Turbans whose formation was already in chaos due to chasing and picking up a large amount of money, food and weapons along the way.

“Han! Mighty!!!”

Lu Zhi拔sword and shouted, three thousand strong crossbowmen abandoned their crossbows and pulled out their Han sabers to rush into the battle formation, and the Han army that appeared steadily advancing on the left and right sides of the slope was like a trident, completely搅the Yellow Turban front army to pieces.

In addition, Lu Zhi's appearance caused the morale of the Yellow Turbans to plummet to freezing point almost in an instant.

Zhang Jiao, who was in the rear army, did not even have time to react before the front army completely collapsed and倒卷the central army, and finally卷席more than 100,000 Yellow Turbans to flee madly.

The shadow in the hearts of countless Yellow Turbans reappeared, that was the shadow that Lu Zhi would never be able to beat in the field, prompting countless Yellow Turbans to retreat to Guangzong City instinctively under the defeat.

Only the tall city walls can give them a little sense of security.

However, when Zhang Jiao rushed back to Guangzong City, he found that the Han flag was插on the city wall, and a Han general stood on the city wall, laughing loudly.

“妖道Zhang Jiao, Guangzong has been taken by my Protector of the Wuhuan, Zong Yuan. Your doomsday has arrived. Why don't you quickly dismount and surrender?”

Zhang Jiao, who was just a Taoist, how could he be proficient in military formations and strategies?

For a time, Zhang Jiao watched his home being stolen, and the whole person was undoubtedly frightened and panicked.

However, countless Yellow Turban routs were still涌towards Guangzong City, and Zhang Jiao had to lead countless Yellow Turbans towards the direction of Zhangshui.

Slowly recovered, Zhang Jiao sighed for a long time,暗道.

‘Now that things have come to this, I can only retreat to Julu first and make plans.’

‘Just… …’

Zhang Jiao looked back at the dense crowd behind him, a wave of Yellow Turbans that seemed to have no end in sight, and felt a little bitter in addition to being relieved.

Now, there are probably only about 100,000 followers left.

What's more serious is that when Zhang Jiao led many followers out of the city to chase the Han army, he根本did not expect that Guangzong City would be stolen.

Therefore, these 100,000 Yellow Turbans do not have a丁point of food on them, and even Zhang Jiao is now hungry.

“We must cross Zhangshui as soon as possible, and use Zhangshui's natural danger to temporarily block the Han army. Otherwise, if the Han army chases them all the way to Julu, how can these 100,000 hungry followers survive?”

Gradually, Zhang Jiao, who seemed to be a仙风道骨, realized the seriousness of the problem.

Currently, the Han army led by Lu Zhi had not yet pressed forward with a full-scale pursuit, mainly because the Yellow Turban members still had some strength left and their numbers still far exceeded those of the Han army.

However, once these members had fled all the way until their strength was exhausted, these hundred thousand Yellow Turbans would likely become lambs to the slaughter.

"Besides crossing the Zhang River as quickly as possible, we also need to contact Julu City to dispatch a large army for reinforcement…"

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Jiao summoned more than a dozen trusted aides, instructing them to scatter and find opportunities to cross the Zhang River independently to seek help from Julu.

Immediately afterward, Zhang Jiao hesitated for a moment, looking at the overwhelming number of members behind him whose movements were gradually slowing down. With a ruthless resolve in his heart, he led the still-organized five thousand Yellow Turban Warriors to accelerate their departure, heading straight towards the Boluojin ferry.