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

As night fell like a giant black ribbon, slowly enveloping the earth, a chilling atmosphere quietly permeated the eastern side of Weixu City.

The Yuezhi soldiers stood in neat rows, clad in fine armor and wielding sharp weapons, their eyes revealing determination and courage, ready for battle.

At the command, they charged into the enemy ranks like tigers emerging from the mountains.

Pinu stood proudly atop the city wall.

She stood tall and graceful, her eyes sharp and piercing, looking down at the Han camp in the distance.

Inside the Han camp, everything was still dressed in white, with white banners fluttering in the wind.

Faintly, she seemed to hear howls coming from the Han camp, echoing in the silent night sky, carrying a sense of sorrow and anger.

"Your Majesty, the time is ripe; now is the perfect moment to strike!"

Cao Rui stood beside Pi Nu, his eyes flashing with eagerness and excitement, urging him impatiently.

Vinu took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her eyes, and suddenly waved her hand, shouting:
"Open the gates and attack, wipe out the Han camp!"

Let those Han soldiers pay a heavy price for their actions!

With her command, the city gate slowly opened, and the heavy drawbridge crashed down with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust.

Marshal Sridhara took the lead, leading his elite cavalry out of the city gate like a surging tide.

Immediately afterwards, the other marshals also led their infantry and cavalry troops, galloping wildly out of the city like untamed horses.

Not to be outdone, Cao Rui quickly dispatched his general Li Qi, leading a troop of Qin soldiers out of the city to assist in the battle. In an instant, the Yuezhi army surged towards the Han camp like a black torrent.

Meanwhile, within the Han camp, a completely different scene unfolded.

The Han soldiers were all sharpening their swords, their eyes revealing excitement and anticipation, as if they were waiting for the upcoming battle.

Inside the large tent, the flickering candlelight illuminated Xiao Fang's leisurely and contented face.

He sat upright at the table, sipping a glass of fine wine, his expression as if the impending battle had nothing to do with him.

Xu Chu stood to the side, his brows furrowed, a hint of worry on his face, and couldn't help but ask:
"Prime Minister Xiao, will Empress Pinu really fall for the trap and come to raid the camp?"
Is our plan too risky?

Xiao Fang's lips curled into a slight sneer. He put down his wine glass and said confidently:
"The Yuezhi people have already embarked on a path to their deaths. They think they have victory in their grasp, but little do they know that they have already fallen into my trap!"

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Outside the Han camp, Sridhara led his cavalry and charged in like a whirlwind.

He reined in his horse and looked around. He saw that the soldiers on duty in the Han camp were all dressed in mourning clothes, their expressions sorrowful, and they were immersed in great grief.

Seeing this, Sridhara was overjoyed:
"The Han army was clearly unprepared for our sudden attack; this is truly a blessing in disguise for the Yuezhi!"

Thinking of this, Sridhara brandished his long sword and shouted:

"Warriors of Yuezhi, avenge our fallen brothers!"
Let us use the blood of the Han army to commemorate their fallen souls!

At his command, the Yuezhi army swept towards the Han camp.

Sridhara spurred his horse forward, rushing towards the camp gate like a black lightning bolt.

In an instant, he rushed to the camp gate, raised his long sword high, and slashed down fiercely.

With a loud "crack," the camp gate was cleaved open, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the Han soldiers guarding the gate were immediately thrown into a panic and scattered like startled birds and beasts.

Sridhara charged into the Han camp first, brandishing his long sword and cutting down the Han soldiers who stood in his way as easily as chopping melons and vegetables.

The Yuezhi army surged into the Han camp like a tidal wave, advancing into the heart of the Han territory.

Along the way, they encountered almost no effective resistance, as if the Han army had completely collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

Sridhara and his soldiers were secretly delighted. They easily charged towards the royal tent, victory was already beckoning them.

Just as they were about to approach the main tent, a strange feeling suddenly flashed through Sridhara's mind.

He realized that the night raid had gone too smoothly; not a single Han soldier had come to stop them along the way. Logically, even if the Han army hadn't completely collapsed, they should have put up some resistance, but now there wasn't even a trace of Han soldiers in sight, as if the Han army had vanished overnight.

"Could there be some conspiracy involved?"

Such a thought suddenly popped into Sridhara's mind.

Just then, a cannon suddenly roared, exploding in the night sky like a thunderclap.

Immediately afterwards, countless torches were lit at the same time, illuminating the entire Han camp as if it were daytime.

The Yuezhi army was blinded by the sudden white light and stopped in their tracks, at a loss for what to do.

Sridhara quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes. After a while, he slowly lowered his hand. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but gasp.

Ahead, the Han army stood like an impregnable wall, blocking the road, and on all sides were also Han soldiers.

On the watchtower directly in front, the battle flag flew high, fluttering in the night wind.

One man stood proudly atop the watchtower, looking down at them, his aura seemingly controlling the life and death of the entire battlefield.

"Xiao Fang!"

Sridhara stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded.

"Xiao Fang is still alive?"

"Didn't he die from poisoning?"

"how is this possible?"

The Yuezhi soldiers cried out in alarm, their faces showing fear and despair.

In the next instant, Sridhara awoke as if from a dream, and he finally understood that the Prime Minister of Han was not dead at all!
The Han army's funeral was merely a ruse, intended to make the Yuezhi people arrogant and complacent, thus prompting them to launch a night attack.

Xiao Fang had already laid an ambush, waiting for them to walk right into his trap!

It turns out that all of this was Xiao Fang's scheme!

"How cunning."

"I say through gritted teeth," Sridhara said, his heart filled with regret and anger.

"No, we fell into a trap!"

He slapped his thigh suddenly and shouted:
"Pass down the order: the entire army retreats..."

By then, it was too late to issue the order to retreat.

From the top of the watchtower, Xiao Fang smiled coldly and shouted:

"Repeating crossbows activated!"

At his command, the war drums sounded, echoing like thunder in the night sky.

The crossbowmen, who had been lying in ambush all around, revealed themselves and swiftly pulled the triggers, unleashing a torrential downpour of arrows. Instantly, countless arrows whistled through the air like locusts, carrying deadly force as they hurtled towards the Yuezhi army.

As the arrows struck, the cries of warhorses and soldiers rose and fell, echoing through the night. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, staining the earth crimson.

Arrows flew out like locusts, and the Yuezhi army was killed and wounded in large numbers, falling to the ground one after another.

Soon, the Yuezhi army collapsed, and the survivors turned and fled.

However, the incident happened so suddenly that the soldiers in the rear had no idea what was happening ahead. They were huddled together and had no way to escape the encirclement of the Han army.

At the same time, howls also rang out from other directions.

It turned out that other Yuezhi troops also rushed into the Han army's ambush and met the same fate.

For a time, the Yuezhi army scattered aimlessly throughout the Han camp like headless flies. (End of Chapter)