Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

For an ordinary 800 infantrymen to face the tens of thousands of Xianbei cavalry directly is like throwing an egg against a rock.

But when these 800 soldiers of the Xianbei Camp rushed into the relatively narrow terrain of Mengjin, they were like a tiger entering a pack of wolves. They even hoped that these Xianbei dogs in front of them would not flee around, but face them directly.

After Zhang Liao led the Xianzhen Camp into Mengjin, he did not forget to send fifty people to fight for control of the city gate.

They were not worried that the city gates would be closed by the Xianbei people, thus cutting off their retreat.

On the contrary, after Zhang Liao sent people to seize control of the city gate, he took the initiative to close the Mengjin gate.

This scene made the pupils of countless Xianbei people tremble, and the shadow of the slowly closing city gate cast a darkness over them.

Even if the two thousand Xianbei cavalry outside were unable to stop these eight hundred people, there were still about eight thousand Xianbei warriors in Mengjin Ferry, ten times more than the Han army?

Why?
Why did they close the city gates after the Han people broke in, as if they were afraid that we Xianbei people would run away?

It's clearly eight thousand versus eight hundred, and the advantage is on our Xianbei side!
For a moment, the Xianbei people who witnessed this scene felt a deep sense of contempt, humiliation, and... growing fear.

Once the southern gate of Mengjin Ferry connecting to the official road is closed, the entire Mengjin Ferry is like a closed cage with no other way out except for the waterway connecting the north gate with the port.

Inside this cage, it's a life-and-death fight, and even retreat is impossible.

At this moment, the two thousand Xianbei cavalrymen who had been almost defeated by the counterattack of the Xianzhen Camp were also stunned as they looked at the closed city gate.

This...can't go back?
The Xianbei cavalrymen outside the city looked at each other in silence. They had become bystanders and could not understand how the actions of the less than a thousand Han troops were any different from seeking their own death.

Just as these Xianbei cavalry slowly regrouped, they stayed outside the city gate, listening to the movements in Mengjin.

What reached my ears were screams and wails that never stopped for a moment.

These Xianbei cavalrymen thought that within a quarter of an hour or two, the Han army would be completely wiped out, and then the city gates would be reopened to allow them to return.

But as the screams and wails seemed to be getting farther and farther away, there was no sign of stopping.

This made the Xianbei cavalry guarding outside the city gate feel extremely frightened.

Do not……

impossible?

No way?
Until these increasingly frightened Xianbei cavalrymen waited and waited outside the city gate, they saw the blood flowing continuously from under the city gate and smelled the strong smell of blood wafting from the gaps in the city gate.

This frightened some of the Xianbei cavalry, and they subconsciously took a few steps back.

Looking up at the city gate in front of me again, I felt that it was like a tightly closed bloody mouth, in which the Xianbei warriors were constantly swallowing and chewing.

"Why? Why don't you open the city gates yet?"

"Where are the people? Are they all dead? Answer me."

"How's the situation inside?"

More and more Xianbei cavalrymen could not bear the spreading fear and shouted impatiently towards the city gate, hoping to get a response.

But inside the city gate, there was nothing but dead silence.

The dead silence gradually spread to the terrified Xianbei cavalry, causing their constant roars inside to stop.

Until, a Xianbei man with a somewhat childish face began to mutter in fear tremblingly.

"No...won't they all be killed?"

"No, it's impossible. They are only eight hundred. Eight hundred only... How is it possible?"

"Even if it's a god, it's impossible..."

A big Xianbei man beside the young Xianbei man couldn't help but slap him and shouted, "Shut up!"

However, this slap did not make the Xianbei man shut up. Instead, he spoke even more fearfully.

"Grandpa, why don't we run away..."

For a moment, no one answered the group of Xianbei cavalry trapped outside the city gate, but no one scolded them either.

You can escape, but you can't just escape if you want to.

The leader of their tribe is still in Mengjin. If they desert, all the women, children and grandchildren left on the grassland will be enslaved by the leader.

Slaves on the grassland were no different from livestock.

Therefore, these Xianbei cavalry were extremely frightened, but without knowing the specific situation in Mengjin, they dared not escape at all and could only wait.

Looking at...

Waiting to see if there is any movement in Mengjin;
Watching more and more blood flowing out from the bottom of the city gate, wetting one horse hoof after another, the warhorse under his crotch kept shaking its ears and tail uneasily.

I don’t know how much time has passed, an hour, or maybe longer.

Just when the Xianbei cavalry trapped outside the city gate were becoming extremely anxious, the city gate in front of them finally slowly opened.

The ever-widening gap on the city gate made every Xianbei cavalryman, whose nerves were stretched to the extreme, couldn't help but stare with their eyes wide open.

But what they saw was not their fellow Xianbei people, but the Xianzhen Camp.

The number of the trapped camp was reduced by about half, and everyone was turned into a bloody man, with his body covered with minced meat.

Standing in the trap camp, the big flag with the word "Zhang" on it, which was getting increasingly creepy and shiny in black, was still fluttering in the wind, as if it was baring its fangs and claws.

What made these Xianbei cavalry even more terrified was that there were corpses everywhere around the Xianzhen Camp, all of which were corpses dressed up as Xianbei people.

Facing the frightened gazes of the Xianbei people, Zhang Liao, who was still at the forefront, raised the Yellow Dragon Hook Scythe and shouted a word.

"kill!"

The next moment, following closely behind Zhang Liao, the Xianzhen Camp moved forward again, heading straight for the more than a thousand Xianbei cavalrymen who were blocking outside the city gate.

"No no no..."

"Ah, don't come here!"

"Run away!"

This scene was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the morale of these Xianbei cavalry to collapse to the extreme. They fled in panic in fear, not even daring to look back.

That big banner with the word "Zhang" on it and the seemingly insignificant number of eight hundred have become a nightmare that they dare not face.

What those terrified Xianbei cavalrymen didn't know was that after only half of the remaining Xianzhen Camp pretended to chase forward for only ten steps, more than a third of them fell down.

Even Zhang Liao felt as if his body was filled with lead and he was gasping for breath.

In fact, no matter how strong the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp were, after experiencing such a fierce battle in Mengjin City, they were so exhausted that they had little strength to fight.

As long as the Xianbei outside the city gate dared to charge, they would discover the weakness and fatigue of the Xianzhen Camp.

"boom!"

Zhang Liao turned the Yellow Dragon Hook Scythe upside down and stuck it into the ground, supporting his body so that he would not fall down. He watched the more than a thousand Xianbei cavalry fleeing in panic at the end of his sight. Faces appeared in his mind one after another, and he muttered to himself.

"Liao will never be known as a country that has lost its way, and will never betray the kindness of the Han Dynasty." (End of this chapter)