Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

When Fuluo arrived, all he saw was chaos. A large number of Huns were constantly fighting for things, and some even resorted to violence when conflicts broke out.

"Bastard!"

Yu Fuluo cursed him angrily and immediately ordered a search for the whereabouts of Han Ting Prime Minister Li Ji.

Yu Fuluo was very clear that to himself and the entire Southern Xiongnu, the value of Han Dynasty Prime Minister Li Ji was far greater than mountains of gold and silver.

But in such chaos, Yu Fuluo could only command very few troops.

The chaos continued to intensify as Qiang and Xianbei people began to pour in from the south gate and started fighting with each other.

Even in this chaotic situation where everyone was scrambling for things, even Yu Furuo didn't notice that something was missing.

There was no sound of wailing and screaming from the Han people who would have been constantly insulted and slaughtered by the chaotic soldiers.

The only sounds echoing in this thousand-year-old capital were the looting and quarreling among the Hu people.

As the Hu people continued to plunder the city and quickly approached the imperial palace, the noise gradually became clear inside the palace.

This also made the people who were taking shelter in the palace now look terrified and angry.

At this moment, Li Ji was standing on the jade steps outside the Nangong Deyang Palace. Ten steps behind him was a big drum that was two people tall.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

The wind made Li Ji's clothes flutter and his hair seemed to dance as excitedly as the emotions in his heart.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying..."

Li Ji, who had originally lowered his eyes, fixed his gaze and said, "Zhong Kang, beat the drum, light the beacon fire in Luoyang!"

Xu Chu, who had been prepared, took off his shirt, revealing his burly and strong figure. He stood in front of the big drum and beat the drum with all his strength, which was loud enough to be heard throughout Luoyang.

“Bang bang bang!!!”

The drum sounded.

First from the imperial palace, and then from the southeast city wall, rockets took off and landed on the houses in Luoyang City.

In addition, there were hundreds of death-defying warriors hiding in people's homes, willing to risk their lives to set fire.

For a moment, before the Hu people who had rushed into Luoyang could react to the sudden drum sound, the raging fire in Luoyang City had already taken shape.

As the howling north wind blew, the fire took advantage of the wind and the wind fanned the flames. The red color in Luoyang city spread rapidly at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Amid the frozen greedy and excited faces of countless Hu people and their cries of fear, thick smoke rose into the sky, like an unprecedented huge beacon.

Just as the Hu people inside and outside Luoyang City were in panic because of this unexpected fire.

Outside Mengjin Ferry, Zhang Liao led a small group of 800 soldiers, hiding during the day and moving at night.

Relying on his familiarity with the Xianbei cavalry and the terrain of Sili, Zhang Liao bypassed the Xianbei scouts scattered everywhere and lurked here for two or three days.

Zhang Liao has also been waiting, waiting for the beacon fire in Luoyang...

But when Zhang Liao looked far away in the direction of Luoyang, he was a little dazed.

Zhang Liao, who was born in the frontier, had seen countless beacon smoke in his life, but this was the only one he had ever seen that was so thick and shocking.

However, after Zhang Liao came to his senses, he realized that this was not something he should care about. He had only received one military order, which was to capture Mengjin and block the Xianbei people's retreat.

The three Xianbei tribes attached equal importance to Mengjin, and were even afraid that the other two tribes would cause trouble, so each of the three Xianbei tribes left a tribe in Mengjin.

This meant that the Xianbei military force in Mengjin numbered over ten thousand.

With only 800 men against more than 10,000, Zhang Liao did not hesitate for a moment. His 800-man Xianzhen Camp, which also came from Bingzhou, also did not hesitate for a moment.

Yes, there is only an extremely burning desire to fight.

For the Xianzhen Camp, its original purpose was to resist the Xianbei.

At Zhang Liao's command, the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp, who were hiding in the dense forest, helped each other to put on their armor and then formed a battle array. During the whole process, the Xianzhen Camp seemed to have inherited Gao Shun's silence, without making a single comment, and there was only the restrained killing.

Looking at the Xianzhen Camp in front of him, Zhang Liao couldn't help but think of Gao Shun and the past events in Bingzhou.

After a moment's silence, Zhang Liao finally spoke.

"My men, the enemy in this battle is no longer someone else, but the Xianbei people that everyone is familiar with. This battle also has only one purpose..."

"Kill the Xianbei. Kill all the Xianbei people you see, so that there will be no more Xianbei trouble in our homeland, Bingzhou."

The Eight Hundred Trap Camp remained silent, and no one answered. However, everyone's breathing gradually became heavier, and their eyes revealed an unprecedented heat.

Even though they had left Bingzhou for a long time, the hatred for the Xianbei that was deeply buried in the Xianying Camp would not easily dissipate.

If it were not for this hatred, how could the Xianzhen Camp have formed the determination of "determination to die in the battle" when it was first established? This hatred of not hesitating to perish together with others is what supports the will of the Xianzhen Camp.

Only when facing the Xianbei who had plundered Bingzhou for many years would the Xianzhen Camp, which originated from Bingzhou, develop such hatred.

Ever since Gao Shun had to leave Bingzhou with the Xianzhen Camp, this deep hatred has lingered in the hearts of the Xianzhen Camp for nearly ten years.

Zhang Liao slowly drew his sword from his waist and asked.

"Have you forgotten your determination to break through the enemy lines?"

This time, the Eight Hundred Trap Camp responded with a roar, like thunder erupting in gloomy dark clouds.

"There is only death and no life!"

Such a noise suddenly came from the dense forest not far from Mengjin, attracting several Xianbei scouts who were patrolling nearby.

However, just as the Xianbei scouts approached, several feather arrows shot out from the dense forest and knocked them off their horses.

Immediately, under the leadership of Zhang Liao, the 800-man Xianbei camp charged towards Mengjin, where there were more than 10,000 Xianbei defenders.

The area around Mengjin Ferry was open, and the Xianbei defenders soon discovered the existence of the 800-man trap camp.

The horns representing the enemy's attack were blown rapidly, without causing the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp to hesitate in their expressions or steps.

The arrows shot by the Xianbei defenders did not hinder the speed of the Xianzhen Camp at all.

But even so, the Xianbei defenders did not really take these mere 800 men seriously. They did not even choose to quickly close the city gates. Instead, they sent out 2,000 cavalrymen to annihilate the 800 Han troops outside.

As for the Xianbei people, they were well aware of the strength of the Han army's formation, but they had a lot of experience in how to devour small groups of Han troops.

These eight hundred Han troops are the credit that came to us.

The Xianbei defenders even allowed the Xianzhen Camp to get so close to the city gate to facilitate the charge of the Xianbei cavalry.

When they were less than thirty steps away from the city gate, two thousand Xianbei cavalrymen who were temporarily assembled charged out and collided with the eight hundred trap camp troops.

But soon, the almost one-sided massacre frightened countless Xianbei people who were watching the battle on the Mengjin city wall.

It was not the Xianbei cavalry that slaughtered the small group of Han troops, but the 800-man trap camp that silently killed through the Xianbei cavalry in an almost massacre-like manner.

"It happened!"

Suddenly, the leader of the Xianbei tribe reacted and realized the seriousness of the problem.

This small group of 800 Han troops were not lambs walking into a trap, but tigers in sheep's clothing, tigers that would pose a threat to Mengjin.

Immediately, the tribal leader panicked and ordered: "Close the city gate quickly."

However, Zhang Liao, covered in blood, rushed to Mengjin first and gave a hideous smile to the terrified Xianbei around him.

Against the bloody background, Zhang Liao's white teeth were particularly scary...

(End of this chapter)