Three Kingdoms: Wolong's brother-in-law, tricking Liu Bei into seizing Jingzhou

For several days in a row, heavy snow fell like cotton wool, covering the sky and the ground.

The sky and the earth were in chaos. The mountains, rivers, and trees were all tightly wrapped in the white snow, leaving only a dazzling silver-white.

Today, the raging snowstorm has finally subsided, and the knife-like cold wind has become a little softer, but it still carries a biting chill.

A lazy atmosphere permeated the warm and comfortable tents of the Xianbei people.

The blazing brazier exudes warmth, dispelling the winter chill.

The Xianbei soldiers were either lying on the felt carpets in a disorderly manner or sitting together drinking and gambling. They were curled up in comfort, immersed in this brief comfort.

They had no idea that death was approaching them step by step silently.

On the snow slope, Zhang Bao suddenly pulled the reins, and the warhorse let out a loud neigh, raised its front hooves high, and stomped heavily on the snow, splashing a cloud of snow mist.

Zhang Bao sat steadily on the horse, looking towards the Xianbei camp in the distance.

"The Prime Minister is truly a god."

The corners of Zhang Bao's mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile.

After a long journey, he finally arrived at Liucheng, the territory belonging to the Tufa tribe.

Along the way, they braved the wind and snow and overcame countless difficulties and obstacles.

The horses' hooves struggled forward in the thick snow, and every step required tremendous effort.

The soldiers' faces and hands were covered with frostbite, and the cold wind stung their skin like a knife.

But at this moment, all the hardships turned into hope for victory.

The heavy snow in recent days made the Xianbei people relax their vigilance.

They thought that the Han army would never attack in such bad weather, so they indulged in wine and sex all day long and did not realize that the Han army was approaching quietly like a ghost.

After careful discussion, Zhang Bao and Guan Xing decided on the offensive tactics.

Although the Xianbei people had a large number of troops, they were completely unprepared at this time and were like lambs to be slaughtered.

If the Han army launched a surprise attack at this time, they would have a great chance of winning.

"We will be able to catch the Xianbei off guard with our pincer attack."

Zhang Bao pointed at the map.

Guan Xing nodded slightly to show his agreement.

The Han army's goal this time was very clear, which was to attack Liucheng and kill Tufa Pigu.

In order to avoid being discovered by the Xianbei scouts, the two men made a prompt decision and decided to launch an attack immediately.

The decision was made, and the cavalry quickly split into two groups like a black torrent, rushing forward at lightning speed.

The horse's hooves stepped on the snow, making a "crunching" sound.

Zhang Bao led one group of troops to advance eastward, while Guan Xing led another group of troops to attack from the south.

The two armies were like two sharp steel knives, leaving two deep marks on the snow and heading straight for the Xianbei camp.

The Han army soldiers all had determined eyes and murderous intent on their faces, like a group of tigers about to be released from a cage.

The enemy camp was approaching, and Zhang Bao shouted loudly:

"My fellow Han people, the time has come to fight for the glory of the Han people and for the people living on the border. Charge!"

When the Han army soldiers heard this, their blood boiled and the heroic spirit in their hearts erupted like a volcano.

They shouted in unison:

"Kill the Hu! Kill the Hu!"

The sound shook the sky and echoed for a long time.

Zhang Bao rushed out like an arrow.

He led the way and rushed to the front of the team.

The shouts and cries of killing were deafening, exploding between heaven and earth like rolling thunder.

The cavalry rushed down the snow slope like black lightning and rushed towards the enemy camp.

In the enemy camp.

A Xianbei man was bossing around and ordering the Han slaves to do things for them.

He was tall and burly, with a face full of flesh. He was waving a whip in his hand, and his eyes revealed ferocity and brutality.

The Han slaves endured the biting cold and struggled to carry bundles of hay into the sheepfold.

Their hands were frozen red, cracked and bleeding, and every movement was painful. But the Xianbei people showed no mercy, and any negligence would result in a severe beating.

"Don't be lazy! You are a bunch of useless things!"

The Xianbei people waved the whips in their hands and beat the Han slaves fiercely.

The whips fell on the Han slaves' backs, making a crisp sound. The Han slaves screamed in pain and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

The Xianbei people laughed triumphantly, their laughter full of contempt and ridicule.

He looked at these Han slaves who were bullied by him at will, and his eyes were full of superiority.

The Han slaves dared not speak out and could only endure it all in silence.

Suddenly, a Han slave seemed to hear some strange sound.

He slowly raised his head and looked to the north.

I saw a dark shadow approaching rapidly in the flying snow.

The sound became louder and louder, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards them, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Sudden.

There was a light in Hannu's eyes, an excitement of seeing hope.

His lips trembled slightly, and he murmured to himself:

"Are the Han cavalry coming to attack us?"

The Xianbei people also noticed something unusual and turned to look north.

Countless cavalrymen appeared like ghosts, wearing black armor and holding sharp weapons, sweeping towards them like a surging tide.

The Xianbei people had confused eyes and were full of doubts.

As they looked at the cavalry team that was getting closer and closer, they felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in their hearts.

The next moment, the Xianbei man's eyes suddenly widened and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He finally saw clearly that the people galloping towards him were the Han cavalry.

Their flags fluttered in the wind, with a big "Han" character embroidered on them, which was particularly eye-catching.

The Xianbei people began to scream in fear and fled away in panic.

They never expected that the Han army would suddenly attack Liucheng in the snow and ice.

For a moment, the camp was in chaos, and the Xianbei people fled everywhere and trampled on each other.

When the Han slaves saw this scene, flames of hope ignited in their hearts and tears welled up in their eyes.

They all stood up and began to cheer.

The cavalry came like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the camp wall was instantly broken by their impact.

The tall camp walls were as fragile as paper under the impact of the cavalry, and wood chips and dust flew everywhere.

Zhang Bao took the lead and charged into the Xianbei camp.

The snake spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, chopping the Xianbei people to the ground one by one.

Wherever the spear tip passed, blood splattered and screams rang out one after another.

Behind him, the Han cavalry rushed in like a torrent.

They rushed into the Xianbei camp like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and with their swords raised, they chopped down the Xianbei people one after another.

Some Xianbei people were chopped down by the swords of the Han army before they could even pick up their weapons.

Some were knocked away by their horses, fell heavily to the ground, and vomited blood.

The Xianbei people who were enjoying the warmth of the fire in their tent came out in a panic when they heard the noise outside.

Their clothes were in disarray, some of them didn't even have time to put on shoes, and their faces were full of fear.

As soon as his head showed, he was ruthlessly chopped off by the sharp blade.

The blood splattered on the snow, like blooming red plum blossoms, was particularly eye-catching.

Before the Xianbei people had time to react, they were slaughtered by the Han army and their blood flowed like a river. It was a horrific sight.

The camp was filled with Xianbei corpses and the cries of the wounded, like a hell on earth.

The Xianbei people were startled at this and picked up their weapons, trying to resist in panic.

Everything is in vain. (End of this chapter)