Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Five hundred and one to twenty one.

The duel was so lopsided in numbers, but the winner was not decided quickly.

On the contrary, the twenty tiger guards fully armed with armor were like a rock against the current. Not only did they resist the attack of Cao's elite troops, but they also chopped down twenty or thirty of them in an instant.

Xu Chu, who seemed to be surrounded, was killing people indiscriminately in the crowd, and no one could match him.

Xu Chu's invincible momentum made Xiahou Yuan think of Dian Wei.

However, being on the battlefield, Xiahou Yuan had no time to reminisce about his old friends. Seeing that it seemed difficult to defeat these tiger guards in an instant, Xiahou Yuan had no intention of continuing to tangle with them.

After being delayed for a while, Xiahou Yuan left two hundred elite soldiers to continue to entangle Xu Chu and the twenty tiger guards, and hurriedly led the rest of the elite soldiers to bypass them and continue chasing behind.

"Don't leave! Don't leave!!!"

Xiahou Yuan ignored Xu Chu's seemingly angry shout and instead quickened his pace to catch up.

No matter whether Li Ji was dead or seriously injured, whether it was a corpse or a seriously injured body, Xiahou Yuan was determined to get it and take it away.

What Xiahou Yuan didn't know was that Xu Chu's shout was more of a message to the rear, and it reached Zhuge Liang's ears.

Zhuge Liang was not in a hurry. He raised his eyes and looked forward. He saw Xiahou Yuan rushing out from the thick fog that was slowly dissipating. He led less than 300 elite soldiers.

When Zhuge Liang saw the figures of Xiahou Yuan and others in the fog, Xiahou Yuan also saw the blurry figures in the fog that seemed to be constantly overlapping.

When Xiahou Yuan, who failed to react in time, got closer, what he saw was the endless array of Han troops in the white fog.

Expressions of shock, surprise, fear, etc. appeared on Xiahou Yuan's face in just a breath.

Why... why did a large number of Han troops line up in battle array appear in the white fog?
This made Xiahou Yuan, who was originally like a hunter chasing prey, feel like he was throwing his neck into the bloody mouth of a tiger.

Zhuge Liang, who had just come of age, had a calm expression, but he could not hide his high spirits. He raised the feather fan in his hand, pointed it at Xiahou Yuan, and then pressed it down.

Xiahou Yuan and the less than 300 elite Cao troops were greeted by powerful crossbows aimed at them.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

It was impossible to distinguish the number of crossbow arrows in the white fog, which poured down on Xiahou Yuan and others like rain.

Especially since the distance between the two sides was so close, and Xiahou Yuan and other Cao soldiers were all bare-chested and without armor.

How can a body of flesh and blood withstand the power of a powerful crossbow?
A volley of crossbow arrows poured past, and it was as if a huge blood mist flower bloomed before one's eyes.

Almost all of Cao's troops, including Xiahou Yuan, were shot into hedgehogs, with no one left alive. Even Xiahou Yuan did not have time to leave a last word before he was killed by the powerful crossbow.

Xiahou Dun, who was still on the water but not far from the south bank, was beating drums to urge his troops to row faster. At the same time, he heard the clear sound of crossbows coming from not far away.

That seems to be the sound of a powerful crossbow?
But where did the powerful crossbow come from...

"I remember that Myozai didn't bring a crossbow..."

Xiahou Dun, who was quite confused, suddenly reacted.

Since the powerful crossbow is not ours, it must be used by the enemy!
Could it be that the Han army has an ambush? !

Xiahou Dun's heart tensed up and layers of sweat broke out all over his body. He raised his eyes and saw that he was only a stone's throw away from the south bank.

However, this close distance is often the dividing line between life and death.

Without waiting for Xiahou Dun to make an impromptu decision...

"Shoot!" Accompanied by a furious cry, a sharp horn sound suddenly echoed on the south bank, and the sound of tens of thousands of bowstrings vibrating rang out.

A large rain of arrows rose into the sky, as if to disperse the fog, and poured down on Cao's army that was about to land like a storm.

"Ahhh!"

To the unprepared Cao army, they were like living targets on the water.

Although the Han army and the Cao army could not even see each other due to the thick fog, it did not affect the archers' large-scale shooting in a designated area.

The sound of the bowstring trembling, the arrow piercing the flesh, and the wailing of pain seemed to be playing the true music that belonged only to Guandu.

Xiahou Dun, the main general, was also in a panic, unable to advance or retreat, and was almost shot in his only remaining eye.

It was not until the sound of the horn was urgently sounded in the Cao army camp behind him that Xiahou Dun reacted and hurriedly urged all troops to retreat quickly.

It is easy to advance, but difficult to retreat.

As the sun gradually rose, the fog dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The outlines of the ferries carrying Cao's troops could be discerned in the distance.

This also resulted in a continuous downpour of arrows, which almost always covered the heads of Cao's army, causing the 30,000 Cao's army that originally followed Xiahou Dun to panic.

Faced with the continuous pouring rain of arrows, a large number of Cao's soldiers who were not good at swimming even chose to jump into the water to try to escape out of fear and survival instinct.

However, many Cao soldiers often entered the water only to realize that they could not swim.

Moreover, these 30,000 Cao troops were fully equipped with armor. Once they entered the water, the heavy armor became a burden. Ordinary people had no way of floating while wearing armor.

Unless you have completely "drunk" in the water...

This also caused the terrified Cao army to follow their comrades' example and jump into the water to survive, but every time they went down, they would only see a series of inconspicuous bubbles rising up, and the people would sink straight down.

By the time the 30,000 Cao troops retreated out of the area covered by the rain of arrows, the fog had mostly dissipated.

Xiahou Dun once again glanced at the ships that had escaped with one eye, but saw that there were only scattered soldiers on each ship, and there was no trace of the full momentum as when they first set out.

Seeing the scattered soldiers and nearly half of the ferries destroyed, Xiahou Dun couldn't help but silently estimate the remaining troops.

Eight thousand?

No, I’m afraid even six thousand is not enough.

In just a short while, due to the ambush with unfavorable timing, location and people, the severity of the losses was unimaginable.

When Cao Cao looked at this demoralized and defeated army, his face turned ashen.

Fell into a trap!
When he heard the faint sound of powerful crossbows across the river, the suspicious Cao Cao realized in a few seconds that something might have happened and hurriedly ordered the troops to retreat.

But even so, it is undoubtedly too late...

By the time Xiahou Dun led the remaining soldiers into the camp, the morning sun had risen higher and higher, the fog on the water surface had completely dissipated, and the surface of the water with countless traces of casualties was also seen by Cao Cao.

When Cao Cao, with a sullen face, glanced across the water and looked up at the south bank, his eyes could not help but freeze...

From a distance, Zhuge Liang, who was actually standing on the stage, seemed to have a shadow of Li Ji, which made Cao Cao panic. (End of this chapter)