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

Soaked to the bone and looking like a drowned rat, Ronan, ignoring the knife-like pain on his face, shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Quickly, push him into the river!"

The soldiers on either side were terrified by this sudden turn of events.

They frantically raised their knives and guns, and with all their might, pushed Luyana's burning body into the raging river.

"Quickly, row faster! Row like crazy!"

Ronan was frantic. He grabbed a shield and used it to completely shield himself while shouting wildly in a hoarse and excited voice.

The soldiers, regaining their senses, looked at the dense barrage of arrows raining down on them.

Although they were filled with fear, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and row frantically.

Finally, through everyone's strenuous struggle, those rockets that clung to them like maggots were left far behind, and they narrowly escaped disaster.

Ronan dropped his shield, turned around slowly with lingering fear, and looked back at the battlefield.

Apart from the main warships that were still struggling to hold on, most of the hundreds of small boats that were originally used for escape had been set ablaze by the Han army's rockets, and the raging fires illuminated half of the river surface.

Hundreds of warships and thousands of naval soldiers were almost completely wiped out in this fierce battle!
Only a mere five or six hundred people managed to escape.

On the river, besides the wreckage of the fire ships drifting downstream, there were countless floating corpses of Parthian soldiers, a truly gruesome sight.

“I, Ronan… actually lost to Xiao Fang, and I was defeated so utterly and miserably…”

Ronan muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, his expression lost and dejected, as if his soul had been ripped away, and he slumped weakly to the ground.

Just then, the excruciating pain on his face surged back like a tidal wave.

Ronan shivered and rushed to the side of the boat, looking at his reflection in the river.

On his right cheek, a bloody, charred wound was clearly visible, a gruesome sight.

His handsome appearance, which he had always been proud of, was completely disfigured and scarred by this arrow!
"what--"

Ronan let out a furious roar, filled with extreme grief and indignation, his voice brimming with endless pain and resentment.

Immediately afterwards, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

……

Nain City, west gate.

The Han soldiers on the city wall were excitedly pointing in the direction of the Nain River, talking and discussing amongst themselves, their faces beaming with joy.

Soon.

Xiao Fang, along with a group of strategists and generals, hurriedly arrived at the city wall.

Deng Ai pointed to the Nain River and shouted, "Prime Minister Xiao, look quickly! There's movement upstream on the Nain River!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fang quickly shaded his eyes with his hand and looked westward.

Upstream, dozens of small boats could be vaguely seen, struggling to escape downstream in a sorry state.

Following behind these small boats were more than a hundred fire ships, still emitting wisps of smoke and not yet completely burned out.

This horrific scene clearly shows that Ronan's navy fell for the Han army's fire attack and suffered a crushing defeat.

"Youchang, not bad, your plan worked!"

Xiao Fang turned his head with satisfaction and looked at Ma Su.

"Youchang's strategy of using iron chains to block the river and combining it with fire attack is truly ingenious!"

Zhang Bao couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, expressing his utmost respect for Ma Su.

Upon hearing this, all the generals nodded in admiration.

Ma Su merely smiled faintly, pointed towards Baiyang Port, and said:

"Ronan's crushing defeat will surely be a major setback for Fritz's main force."

"Prime Minister Xiao, we should seize this opportunity to launch a major offensive and drive the Parthian army off Baiyang Port!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Fang's fighting spirit ignited instantly, and he shouted with boundless pride:
"Give the order: send out the entire army and drive the Parthians into the water!"

The order was given, and the three armies were greatly encouraged.

The gates of Nain West Gate and the Horned Camp were all wide open.

The Han army's infantry and cavalry swept away like a surging torrent.

……

Port of Arirang, Parthia's military camp.

Inside the central command tent, Pan Xingzheng solemnly read aloud the latest battle report sent by Ronan:
"Marshal Zhou sent back a battle report yesterday, saying that an enemy supply convoy was discovered 100 miles north of Nayin."

"It is estimated that the grain ships carried hundreds of thousands of bushels of grain."

"Marshal, please build more granaries. We will bring back all the grain and fodder by tonight at the latest for military use."

Fritz burst into laughter upon hearing this, and said with a sarcastic expression:

"If all these provisions are transported back, they will be enough to feed our army for several months."

"Xiao Fang has given us so much grain; I must thank him properly in the future."

The Parthian generals in the tent burst into laughter upon hearing this, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

"Heavenly Emperor, it seems you've chosen the right person this time."

“We were initially skeptical of his appointment as marshal because we thought he was too young and inexperienced.”

"Now it seems that this person is truly a genius. The Heavenly Emperor's use of people is divine. I admire him greatly."

Deschamps also praised Ronan highly, and his attitude towards Ronan underwent a complete change.

Among the Parthian generals, Deshan was a senior and highly respected official.

Now that Ronan has proven himself worthy of the marshal's position, Deschamps is naturally convinced.

Fritz made no attempt to hide his smugness, and then waved his hand and shouted:

"Someone, order the immediate construction of granaries, and wait for Ronan to return with the grain!"

The generals gladly accepted the order and were all eager to get started and make a big splash.

Fritz sneered:
"Xiao Fang, we've cut off your supply lines, let's see what you can do now..."

However, the word "跶" was not uttered yet.

Pershing rushed in, shouting in a panic:

"Your Majesty, the Marshal and the others are in trouble! Quickly go to the shore and check!"

Fritz's sneer vanished instantly, replaced by an ominous premonition that crept into his heart like a dark cloud.

So he immediately got up and left the tent, hurrying towards the pier.

Deschamps and the other generals exchanged glances, feeling uneasy, and hurriedly followed him out.

"Your Majesty, Xiao Fang has mobilized his entire army and is attacking our camp!"

Upon hearing this news, Fritz shuddered and his face turned deathly pale.

Xiao Fang held back his troops for several days, neither attacking earlier nor later, but attacking at this very moment!
Without a doubt, this must be because Xiao Fang learned of the great victory upstream and launched an attack to defeat them in one fell swoop.

"Do you think I, Fritz, am a pushover? I didn't attack you, yet you dare to come looking for trouble!"

Fritz was completely enraged. He drew his broadsword and roared:
"Send the order: the entire army, rush to the camp wall and follow me to kill Xiao Fang so that he will never return!"

Fritz was determined to fight, to fight Xiao Fang to the death.

However, his generals, including Pershing, were not so enthusiastic; they all lacked confidence. (End of Chapter)