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

The atmosphere was heavy and somber, as if a storm was about to break.

Xiao Fang suddenly raised the riding whip in his hand, a symbol of authority and fighting spirit, his voice booming like thunder, and shouted:

"All troops, listen to my command! Sweep out in full force and slaughter every last one of those Yuezhi barbarians!"

A deep and mournful bugle call suddenly rang out, like the roar of a beast, breaking the silence of the battlefield and announcing the start of a brutal massacre.

Zhuge Dan, Guan Xing, Deng Ai, and other Han generals charged out like tigers unleashed from their cages.

Their imposing presence revealed fearless courage and unwavering determination.

The Han army surged forth like a surging tide.

His footsteps shook the earth.
Their high morale seemed to soar into the sky.

They pounced on the Yuezhi army like hungry tigers, and a fierce battle ensued.

Once the prelude to the slaughter was begun, it was as unstoppable as a raging storm.

The Yuezhi army was like a flock of lambs to the slaughter in front of the fierce Han army; they were no match for the Han army.

In just a short while, the Yuezhi army was defeated and routed.

"These are all elite troops carefully trained by my Yuezhi!!"

A Yuezhi general shouted hoarsely, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

"If we perish here today, what will we have left to resist the Parthian invasion!"

Another general was filled with grief and indignation, his voice trembling.

"How hateful... Heaven is going to destroy my Yuezhi!"

The crowd cried out in anguish, their cries echoing across the battlefield, filled with endless sorrow.

Sridhara was like an enraged lion, wildly wielding his long sword, each strike carrying a fierce momentum, attempting to kill the Han army and reverse the defeat.

However, all of this was in vain.

The tide has turned, like a surging river, irreversible.

He watched helplessly as his soldiers were mercilessly crushed by the Han army, their blood staining the earth red, and his heart was filled with fear and despair.

Finally, he could no longer withstand the immense pressure and turned to flee.

"You scoundrel, where do you think you're going!"

A thunderous roar rang out on the battlefield, like a bolt from the blue, making Sridhara's heart tremble.

Sridhara glanced back instinctively and saw a Han general rushing towards him like a ghost.

The Han general's eyes revealed a chilling murderous intent; it was Deng Ai.

Deng Ai followed closely behind Sridhara.

His silver spear swept down towards Sridhara like a dragon emerging from the sea, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Sridhara's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly drew his sword to defend himself.

However, his movements seemed so slow in the face of Deng Ai's lightning-fast attack.

"Puff puff!"

The silver spear moved with unimpeded ease, leaving several bloody holes in Sridhara's body, from which blood gushed out like a fountain.

Sridhara felt a tremendous force strike him, and he was thrown off balance and fell heavily to the ground.

"I couldn't even withstand a single attack?"

Sridhara's eyes widened in disbelief.

"When did the Han state produce such a powerful military general?"

His heart was filled with terror, as if he could see the arrival of death.

"You scoundrel, you're utterly pathetic!"

Deng Ai snorted coldly, and with a light flick of his silver spear, he bound the fallen Sridhara behind his back. The movement was clean, swift, and swift.

Deng Ai then ordered his men to tie up Sridhara and continued to attack the Yuezhi soldiers.

On the battlefield, blood flowed freely and corpses piled up like mountains, turning the place into a living hell.

That night, the Han camp became a hell for the Yuezhi army, with screams and sounds of fighting filling the air.

At the same time, the main force of the Yuezhi also fell into this endless abyss, unable to extricate themselves.

On the city wall of Weixu, Pi Nu and Cao Rui stood side by side, their faces beaming with confident smiles, as if victory was already in their grasp. They looked down at the distant Han camp, enjoying the impending feast of victory.

Suddenly, a fierce battle cry shattered the brief silence.

A picture involuntarily surfaced in Vinnu's mind:
Countless Han soldiers, caught off guard by the Yuezhi army's surprise attack, were like frightened birds, utterly vulnerable.

The Han army was slaughtered by the Yuezhi army like cutting melons and vegetables, and blood flowed like a river.

Sridhara, like a war god, stormed into Xiao Fang's mourning hall, dragged out Xiao Fang's body, and wantonly whipped it...

How beautiful and intoxicating that scene was!

Thinking of this, a smug smile appeared on Vinu's face.

Cao Rui could not hide his excitement, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Xiao Fang was dead, and in his view, the Han Dynasty was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to vanish into nothingness.

He seemed to see hope for the restoration of the Qin dynasty, and he trembled with excitement.

"Xiao Fang, you've finally gotten your comeuppance."

Cao Rui's lips curled into a smug smile, as if he were announcing his victory to Xiao Fang.

Sima Yi was equally excited, his heart filled with hatred.

The hatred of his clan's extermination weighed on his heart like a heavy boulder for many years.

Today, he finally sees hope of washing away his past humiliations.

"It's a pity that Xiao Ze was poisoned to death; he died too easily..."

Sima Yi sighed softly, his tone tinged with regret.

On the city wall, everyone was immersed in the fantasy of victory, determined to win.

They seemed to already see the scene of the Yuezhi army's triumphant return and the Han army's miserable defeat.

In the blink of an eye, it was already dawn.

Bathed in the morning light, countless soldiers and horses galloped toward Weixu City, raising clouds of dust.

"Could it be that my soldiers have returned victorious?"

Vinu was overjoyed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Cao Rui stared wide-eyed at the approaching troops, his heart filled with anticipation.

Sima Yi's expression changed slightly; he keenly sensed something amiss.

As the troops drew closer, the smiles on the faces of Pi Nu and Cao Rui gradually froze, replaced by astonishment and bewilderment.

Along the city's perimeter, the Yuezhi garrison soldiers all wore expressions of terror, as if they had witnessed the most dreadful thing in the world.

It turned out that the fleeing soldiers were actually the Yuezhi army!
The Han army pursued closely behind the Yuezhi army.

The Yuezhi army had been defeated and their morale had plummeted.

"how is this possible?"

Vinu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he exclaimed in astonishment.

"My imperial army's surprise attack has failed?"

His voice was filled with despair and resentment.

"how is this possible?"

Vinnu repeated it again, as if that would change the current situation.

Cao Rui's face turned deathly pale instantly, as white as a sheet of paper.

His body trembled involuntarily, as if he had lost all his strength.

Sima Yi stared wide-eyed, bewildered at everything before him. He couldn't understand why the Yuezhi army had suffered such a crushing defeat.

The defeated soldiers poured into the city like a tidal wave, prostrating themselves at Vinnu's feet, their faces filled with fear and exhaustion.

"What happened? Why were you defeated?"

Vinu asked sternly, his voice filled with anger and authority.

One of the surviving soldiers cried and said:

"Your Majesty, it's a conspiracy by the Han Kingdom! We've fallen into their trap!"

"Yes, their prime minister is not dead at all; it was all a trap they set."

Another soldier added.

"Marshal Sridhara was killed by a fierce general of the Han Kingdom. Only these people escaped back; the rest of us were all killed!"

The surviving soldiers recounted the details of their defeat one after another.

"what?"

Pi Nu was horrified. His gaze was like a sharp sword as he stared at Sima Yi, as if questioning him why such a thing had happened.

Sima Yi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he exclaimed:
"That's absolutely impossible!"

Xiao Fang had clearly drunk the deadly poison; how could he not die?

His voice trembled, as if it were an externalization of his inner fear.

"not good!"

In an instant, alarm bells rang in Sima Yi's mind, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.

"Could it be... could it be that Xiao Fang deliberately feigned death from poisoning to set up this trap and lure us into a night attack?"

Sima Yi suddenly realized what was happening, but his face was still filled with panic.

"impossible!"

Sima Yi slammed his hand on the city wall, his voice resolute.

"Even if that traitor Xiao is not dead, a large number of Han soldiers have been poisoned, so how could they possibly have the fighting power to defeat us?"
This is absolutely illogical!

Despite this, Sima Yi suddenly found himself speechless, realizing that he could not find a reasonable explanation to refute the cruel reality before him.

The two looked at each other, both lost in a deep sense of bewilderment, as if they were in a misty forest, unable to find their way out.

Just then, the sky began to lighten, and the morning light, like a golden veil, gently bathed the earth.

The Han army, bathed in the brilliant morning light, surged forward like a mighty tide.

His footsteps shook the earth.
Their high morale seemed to pierce the clouds.

Upon seeing this, Pi Nu was both shocked and furious, but there was no time to question Sima Yi. He could only hastily order the remaining Yuezhi troops to defend the city to the death.

Although the Yuezhi army was exhausted, at this critical moment of life and death, they had no choice but to muster their spirits, pick up their weapons, and prepare for this fierce battle.

The Han army quickly formed ranks, their formation resembling an impregnable fortress.

Just then, Xiao Fang slowly walked out of the formation, each step seemingly treading on the hearts of the Yuezhi army.

He arrived before the city of Weixu, standing like an unshakeable mountain before everyone.

"That scoundrel Xiao, he really isn't dead!"

Cao Rui stared wide-eyed at Xiao Fang, his eyes filled with shock and resentment.

Pinu looked down and finally saw with his own eyes the legendary prime minister who struck fear into the hearts of the Yuezhi people.

When she saw Xiao Fang's handsome face, she was involuntarily stunned.

"This handsome man is being portrayed as a terrifying demon king?"

A wave of shock washed over Vinnu; she simply couldn't reconcile the image of this gentle and refined man with that of the legendary demon.

"Sima Yi!"

Xiao Fang stood below the city, pointing towards the city walls, his voice booming like a bell, echoing across the battlefield.

"Who suggested the poisoning plan?!"

Xiao Fang's gaze shot towards Sima Yi like a sharp sword, as if trying to see right through him.

"Do you think this underhanded trick can poison me?"

Then, Xiao Fang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"I possess medical skills; with a little effort, I can detoxify you!"

Xiao Fang explained the reason casually, his tone full of confidence and pride.

When the truth came out, Sima Yi was struck dumb, his body jolted, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He never expected that Xiao Fang was so skilled in medicine that he could easily cure the deadly poison.

"Is Xiao the thief a devil?"

Sima Yi felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were seeing a demon from hell approaching him step by step.

Xiao Fang's eyes were like torches as he pointed at Pi Nu and said sternly:
“Empress Yuezhi, listen up: if you surrender the city, I may spare your life.”

"Otherwise, I will surely crush the Yuezhi, slaughter your entire clan, and make the Yuezhi Kingdom disappear from history!"

Xiao Fang's voice was cold and resolute, like a sharp dagger piercing Pi Nu's heart.

On the city wall, the translator nervously translated Xiao Fang's words to Pi Nu without missing a single one.

Upon hearing this, Vinu's face instantly flushed with shame and anger, his originally fair face turning bright red like a burning flame.

"Xiao Fang...how hateful!"

Vinu roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred and rage.

Xiao Fang smiled slightly and gently beckoned. Xu Chu charged out like a tiger descending a mountain and dragged a general off his horse.

Upon closer inspection, Vinu recognized him as none other than Śrīdhara, the marshal of the Yuezhi Kingdom!
Below the city, Xu Chu lifted Sridhara up as if he were a chick, and held him high in the air.

Sridhara trembled, his face filled with fear.

"Prime Minister, spare my life! I am willing to surrender to the Han Kingdom!"

Sridhara screamed in terror, his voice trembling with sobs, desperately begging Xiao Fang to spare his life.

This scene shocked the remaining Yuezhi soldiers on the city wall. They stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Sridhara was a veteran general of the Yuezhi Kingdom, whose seniority and reputation were unmatched in the Yuezhi army.

Now, this marshal is actually begging to surrender to the Han emperor in front of ten thousand troops. This is an utter disgrace to the Yuezhi Kingdom!
"A disgrace! This is a disgrace to the Yuezhi Kingdom!"

The Yuezhi soldiers cursed inwardly, their faces filled with anger and resentment.

Seeing this, Vinnu became even more enraged, and she pointed at Sridhara and cursed:
"Sritra, you are a coward who fears death and are unworthy to be the Yuezhi marshal—"

Vinnu's voice was sharp and piercing, as if it could pierce through Sridhara's soul.

At this point, Sridhara had abandoned all dignity and kept pleading, wanting only to save his own life.

Xiao Fang coldly watched all this, then with a gentle wave of his hand, Xu Chu unleashed his power like a tiger, throwing himself forcefully.

Sridhara's body soared into the air, crashing towards Vinnu like a shooting star.

"Empress, be careful!"

The marshals cried out in alarm, their voices filled with fear and worry.

Empress Vinu was panicked and dodged in a disheveled state.

"boom!"

Sridhara's body slammed heavily against the city wall behind him with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, a scream pierced the sky as Sridhara was smashed to pieces, his remains falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The mutilated body was only a few steps away from Pinu, and the splattered blood, like red raindrops, stained her face red.

Instantly, Vinu froze on the spot, as if frozen in place, his eyes filled with terror and despair. (End of Chapter)