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

As the sun sets and darkness falls, night quietly descends.

These thousand defeated soldiers, filled with fear and unease, rushed towards the Han army's encirclement camp to the south.

Behind them, the sounds of battle roared like thunder.

By the light of the lamps, they could vaguely see a flag with the character "Han" raised on the south gate tower.

The flag fluttered in the wind, making a loud rustling sound.

This means that Nain has been completely lost and fallen into enemy hands.

Ibrahimovic was heartbroken and in unbearable pain.

"Ibrahimovic, we only have this thousand men now. Do you think we can break through?"

Sari's shouts beside him pulled Ibrahimovic back to the harsh reality.

Ibrahimovic squinted and looked into the distance before saying in a deep voice:

"Xiao Fang's main force is mostly concentrated at the West Gate, and there may not be many enemy troops at the South Gate."

"If we fight our way out, we might just be able to break through the encirclement!"

Sari and Hesha felt a little more at ease, but they were still uneasy.

So the group continued their charge southward toward the encirclement, advancing relentlessly like moths to a flame.

By the light of the fire, it was clear that there was no unusual activity in the Han camp. Only a few patrols could be seen walking back and forth along the camp wall, keeping watch.

These thousand Parthian soldiers, like cornered beasts fighting for their lives, stormed into the Han camp with unstoppable force.

Just as Ibrahimovic had predicted, there weren't many Han soldiers surrounding the camp to the south, and they were caught off guard and killed unexpectedly.

Soon, the camp wall was breached, and a large gap was opened.

A thousand Parthian soldiers rushed into the camp, disregarding everything and heading south like wild horses that could not be stopped.

"Ibrahimovic, just as you predicted, the enemy forces at the South Gate are not numerous."

"The enemy troops surrounding the camp to the south were indeed unprepared, and we really succeeded in breaking through. It's truly a stroke of luck!"

Sarri praised Ibrahimovic with delight and admiration, his eyes filled with respect and gratitude.

Having suffered a severe blow to his spirit and lost all confidence, Ibrahimovic regained some of his confidence upon hearing Sarri's praise, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

Whoosh! A sharp, piercing sound, like a sudden clap of thunder, pierced the air.

Countless arrows, like a torrential downpour, poured in from all directions.

Arrows rained down like locusts, covering the sky and the earth!
The Parthian soldiers were completely unprepared.

By the time they realized what was happening, they had already been nailed to the ground in droves, screaming in agony.

Hesha and Sari's expressions changed drastically in an instant.

Before they could think it through, they hurriedly brandished their swords and spears in front of them, trying their best to block the incoming arrows.

Ibrahimovic was so frightened that his face turned as pale as paper, and he hurriedly hid behind the two generals, trembling all over.

After a volley of arrows, nearly half of the Parthian soldiers lay dead in pools of blood, their cries of agony rising and falling in a heart-wrenching spectacle.

Ibrahimovic shakily raised his head, looked around, and couldn't help but gasp.

Countless torches were lit in all directions, illuminating the entire camp as bright as day.

look around.

The massive Han soldiers emerged from the darkness like divine warriors descending from the heavens, their killing intent palpable.

ambush!

It's an ambush!
Judging by the number, there were at least tens of thousands of them, densely packed together, stretching as far as the eye could see.

With so many troops, they could have easily kept them outside the camp walls, but they deliberately let them in, and then ambushed them all at once.

This was clearly premeditated; they had anticipated their attempt to break out and were deliberately released from the camp so that they could be annihilated in one fell swoop!
"Ibrahimovic! You're such a clown."

“Our Prime Minister Xiao is a man of uncanny foresight. He had already predicted that you would not dare to hold Nayin to the death and would definitely break through from the South Gate!”

"So your grandfather, Zhuge Dan, has been waiting for you here for a long time." "Do you think you can escape the meticulously planned scheme of our Prime Minister Xiao?"

A military general rode out of the formation, dragging his halberd, and shouted loudly, his voice echoing across the land.

Upon hearing the name Zhuge Dan, Sari and Hesha's expressions changed drastically.

They nearly lost their grip on their weapons, and a sense of foreboding washed over them.

Recalling their past battle, Zhuge Dan and Fritz fought for over a hundred rounds without a clear victor, demonstrating Zhuge Dan's exceptional martial arts skills.

They all witnessed that thrilling battle between gods and demons.

Zhuge Dan's bravery left a deep impression on them.

"Damn it, it's that Xiao Fang again."

"He even calculated my escape from the south gate perfectly, without missing a single detail?"

Ibrahimovic looked horrified and dazed.

A wave of sorrow and despair washed over him once more, almost suffocating him.

Sari gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with anger, and shouted:

"Parthian warriors, those who wish to live, follow me and fight your way out!"

Having said that, he spurred his horse and, filled with tragic heroism, charged toward Zhuge Dan with unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, Hesha gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and followed closely behind without backing down.

Seeing this, the hundreds of Parthian soldiers could only muster their courage and, with the determination to die, charge toward the swarming Han army, as heroically as moths to a flame.

"That stupid clown is practically asking for death!"

Zhuge Dan frowned, his face burning with rage like a raging fire.

"Soldiers, show no mercy!"

Zhuge Dan's tone was cold and murderous, as chilling as ice, and with a single move of his iron halberd, his momentum was overwhelming.

Tens of thousands of Han soldiers, like beasts released from their cages, roared and surged toward the hundreds of Parthian soldiers, their momentum unstoppable.

In an instant, the Parthian army was completely engulfed by this torrent and disappeared without a trace.

Zhuge Dan spurred his horse, dragging an iron halberd, and charged towards Sari and Hesha like a god of war, unstoppable.

In an instant, the three riders clashed and engaged in a fierce battle.

Sarihsha, with one sword and one spear, attacked Zhuge Dan from the left and right, their coordination impeccable.

Zhuge Dan's eyes were contemptuous, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his iron halberd, trailing a cloud of blood mist, thrust out like lightning.

Swift as lightning, heavy as a thousand pounds!
Before Hesha could react, he felt a chill on his neck, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

A human head flew into the air, spraying blood everywhere.

One strike and he was dead! Clean and swift!

"Hesha!"

Sari's face changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm, his voice filled with fear and grief.

Zhuge Dan gave him no chance to be alarmed. As the two horses passed each other, the Blood Halberd spun around like a wheel and thrust out with a fierce stab.

"puff!"

The halberd pierced Sari's heart like a sharp blade, and blood splattered out, staining his battle robe red.

Another scream rang out as Sari howled in agony, his massive body crashing to the ground, unable to move.

"Like an egg trying to break a rock, it's utterly futile!"

Zhuge Dan snorted coldly, cut off the heads of the two generals, and tied them to the back of his horse as a symbol of his military achievements.

He turned his horse around, dragging his blood-stained halberd, and charged once more at the terrified Parthian remnants, as if entering an empty field.

In an instant, corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers—a gruesome sight indeed. (End of Chapter)