Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

There was chaos in the Xianbei camp. Some people turned their horses and tried to escape, but were frightened by Lu Bu's cold look and could not move.

She spurred her horse forward and whispered, "Who else?"

The sound was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap. The Xianbei cavalry retreated in unison, their formation in chaos.

Until his death, Hu Yanlie never understood why he was defeated so quickly.

He once fantasized about killing Lu Bu with one sword, becoming famous, forcing his father to give up his throne, and becoming the overlord of the grassland.

He prided himself on his intelligence and believed that Lu Bu was just a name with no substance, a reckless man with courage but no strategy.

He laughed at her physique, her courage, and even laughed at her for not even drawing her weapon.

But reality was like a heavy hammer, smashing his fantasy to pieces.

At that moment, Lu Bu's movements were so fast that he couldn't see clearly.

The long spear flashed a cold light and cut off his neck with incredible precision.

He didn't even have time to feel the pain before his head and body were separated.

His lieutenants praised him as the bravest warrior of the Xianbei, but he couldn't even withstand a single blow from Lu Bu.

His self-confidence, his ambition, and his arrogance all vanished into thin air under this blow.

The wind blew across the grassland, carrying the smell of his blood and drifting away into the distance.

Hu Yanlie's body lay on the grass, his head staring with empty eyes, as if still asking: Why?

"Xianbei, nothing more than that."

Lu Bu reined in his horse and turned around, and his three thousand elite cavalry quickly adjusted their formation and prepared to attack.

She glanced coldly at the Xianbei cavalry and said calmly, "Kill them all."

The Han army rushed down the mountain like a tiger, swords and spears drawn, and attacked the enemy formation directly.

The morale of the Xianbei cavalry collapsed, and Huyan Lie's death was like a heavy punch that shattered their fighting spirit.

The lieutenants were in a panic, and someone shouted, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

But how could Lu Bu miss this opportunity? His three thousand elite cavalry rushed into the enemy camp like a whirlwind.

Blood dyed the grassland red and screams rang out one after another.

On a distant mountain, Guan Yu watched this scene indifferently.

"This Lu Fengxian is quite interesting... It seems that brother has indeed found a treasure. Even I feel that he is invincible..."

"However, while personal strength is important, it's actually the least important factor in the overall war... Humph, since you've already started the game, I'll continue."

Bingzhou Chapter: Chapter 41: My son has the potential to be the overlord of the grassland!

At the same time, in the central Xianbei camp, the night deepened and the bonfire burned brightly, illuminating the tents and the faces of the warriors.

Wuertai sat in the center of the main tent, wearing a wolfskin robe, his rugged face full of pride.

After he sent Hu Yanlie to lead 10,000 elite cavalry to encircle and suppress Lu Bu's 3,000 men, he was certain that he would win the battle.

"Haha, my son is invincible, ten thousand against three thousand, it's a complete crush!" Wuertai slapped his thigh, feeling extremely proud.

"Your Excellency is right," a famous general said, "In that case, why don't we hold a celebration banquet for him?"

"…good!"

Wuertai was also drunk. Upon hearing this, he waved his hand and shouted, "Come here, kill some cattle and sheep, and hold a celebration banquet for my son tonight!"

"As ordered."

Outside the tent, the wailing of cattle and sheep came one after another, blood dyed the ground red, and the aroma of meat quickly spread.

Upon hearing the noise, all the generals rushed into their tents, flattering smiles on their faces, ox-horn wine cups in their hands, and said in unison: "The great leader is wise, the young master is brave, this battle will surely be won!"

Wuertai laughed heartily, picked up a large bowl of wine and gulped it down. The wine flowed from the corners of his mouth to his beard, but he didn't care at all.

The tent was soon filled with roasted lamb legs and beef chunks. An iron pot was placed next to the fire, and the lamb soup was boiling and the aroma was fragrant.

An old general frowned and stepped forward, whispering, "Captain, it's not advisable to drink during wartime. If anything unexpected happens..."

Before he could finish his words, a young general, Batu, jumped out and interrupted him, "Old man, are you too cowardly?"

"Didn't we slaughter those three Han armies a few days ago? Ten thousand Han dogs had no power to fight back, so we just killed them in a pile!"

"Killing these Han people is as easy as killing cattle and sheep. What's there to be afraid of? Besides, the Taiyuan family has passed on intelligence. With internal and external cooperation, Liu Bei will definitely be unable to escape!"

Batu patted his chest and said triumphantly, "I reckon Young Master Hu Yanlie is on his way back from his victory!"

"Let's drink and have fun tonight to celebrate the great harvest. We'll still have time to prepare for war tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, the generals all agreed: "Yes, Batu is right! Chief, let's drink!"

Wuertai's initially hesitant expression instantly turned into approval, and he laughed heartily: "Okay, let's do as you say, and drink tonight to celebrate my son's victory!"

The veteran wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Wuertai's face darken, he hurriedly retreated, but was still worried.

-

After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere in the tent became more and more lively. The generals gradually became drunk and laughed loudly.

Seeing this, the veteran general looked at the sky again, and finally mustered up the courage to step forward again, whispering: "Captain, the enemy situation is unclear, drinking may cause serious consequences..."

Upon hearing this, Wuertai's eyes flashed with anger. He slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "You old thing, how dare you disturb my interest again and again!"

He drew the scimitar from his waist and chopped down Temujin's head. Blood gushed out and spilled all over the ground.

"..."

The tent was instantly silent. The generals stared with wide eyes, and they all sobered up a little.

They all thought that this move was a bit too much.

The veteran villain's mood is indeed bad, but his crime is not punishable by death. Who would want a leader who would hack people to pieces just because of a disagreement...

Wuertai snorted coldly, put the bloody knife back into its sheath, and said in a deep voice: "Today is a day to celebrate my son's victory and drink all day long!"

"Anyone who dares to persuade me again will be treated as such and will be sacrificed to my Xianbei battle flag!"

The generals came to their senses and quickly applauded: "The great leader is mighty! The young master is brave!"

Fear and drunkenness intertwined, they said no more, picked up the wine bowls and drank it down, and the noise in the tent resumed.

The beef and mutton were torn into pieces and scattered all over the ground. The wine jar rolled to the side and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

Wuertai, his eyes hazy with drunkenness, slammed the table and roared, "My son has the potential to be a Khan. He will be the future overlord of the grasslands!"

All the generals echoed in unison, showing signs of drunkenness. Some fell to the ground, while others grinned foolishly while holding the wine jar.

At this moment, Batu, who had just persuaded everyone to drink, took advantage of everyone's drunken state and quietly stood up.

He held his stomach and whispered, "I'm going to pee, I'll be right back!"

No one paid any attention. Wuertai waved his hand and said, "Go away, come back and continue drinking!"

Batu walked out of the main tent, staggering, pretending to be drunk, but his eyes were actually clear.

He walked around to behind a dead tree at the edge of the camp, looked around, and seeing no one was following him, he whispered, "I've done this for you. They're all too drunk to get up. Where's the reward?"

As soon as the words fell, the air fluctuated and a figure appeared out of thin air.

This person was one of Liu Bei's personal assassins, codenamed "Lao Liu". She was a woman with a long scar across her face and eyes as cold as a knife.

She was dressed in black, with a short blade at her waist, and whispered, "A hundred ounces of silver have been delivered to your house."

"Also, Master Bei has said that if you can completely destroy Wuertai and his faction in this battle, he will fully support you as the new leader of the Central Region."

Batu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he rubbed his hands together and said, "Good! Good! I knew it was right to cooperate with the Han people!"

He had long been jealous of the fact that Wuertai colluded with the Taiyuan family and reaped the benefits for himself, while he and others could only get the leftovers.

Therefore, when the Han people came to him, he agreed immediately and was willing to sell out his own people as long as the benefits were in place.

Now, he not only sold out intelligence, but also personally designed to make Wuertai drunk, intending to cooperate with the inside and outside to completely turn the tables.

The Hu people always live on the road of betrayal and betrayal.

"That old guy Wuertai deserves to die!" Batu gritted his teeth, already imagining himself ascending the throne.

Lao Liu glanced at him and ordered coldly, "To avoid their suspicion, you should return to the tent immediately and wait for Master Bei's reply."

"it is good."

Batu nodded, bowed and took his leave, then turned around and staggered back to the camp.

After watching Batu leave, Lao Liu immediately raised his hand and made a gesture.

A rustling sound was heard from the dead tree behind him, and dozens of figures jumped down like ghosts.

These people were dressed in black and white uniforms, with special Mohist-made mechanical boxes hanging around their waists. They were all elite Mohists.

They had expressionless faces and moved swiftly as they dispersed in all directions, blending into the night like drops of water.

One of them took out a small kite from his arms, threw it gently, and the kite flew into the air.

The kite was painted with Mohist symbols and flew high into the distance with the help of the night wind.

I don’t know what material this is made of, but it blends perfectly with the night. Unless you stare carefully at the sky, you can’t see any clues.

Behind the hills in the distance, Guan Yu led his army in hiding. Her eyes were golden and green, and her aura was as powerful as a rainbow. When she saw the kite from afar, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"…She's done it. The enemy is powerless to fight back."

Guan Yu whispered, slowly stood up, and the cold light of the blade flashed.

"All troops, listen to my orders, follow me and attack!"

At Guan Yu's command, the sound of horse hooves rang out and dust rose. She took the lead and led her army towards the Xianbei camp like thunder.

-

Inside the Xianbei camp, everyone was clearly drunk, and the master's tent was filled with deafening snoring.

Wuertai fell drunkenly in the main seat, his wine bowl overturned, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he kept muttering to himself: "My son... Overlord..."

The generals were staggering here and there, some were chewing on the lamb legs, and some were lying drunk on the ground, completely defenseless.

The sentry outside the tent was also drunk and dozed off leaning on his spear.

Suddenly, the ground shook slightly and the sound of horse hooves came like muffled thunder.

A sentry opened his eyes in confusion and muttered, "What's that sound?" But he saw black shadows coming like a tide in the distance.

He rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "Enemy attack!"

But before he could finish his words, an arrow pierced his throat.

Guan Yu led his army to attack, the swords flashed like lightning, and blood splattered.

She swung her knife and cut the tent in half. The drunk Xianbei soldier's head fell to the ground before he could react.

The Han army rushed into the camp like a tiger descending from the mountain, with swords and spears drawn. Some people even lit fires and began to burn everything in sight.

The generals in the tent woke up with a start, their eyes blurred by drunkenness, and someone shouted, "What's going on?"

But he was ruthlessly pierced by the spear.

Wuertai was awakened by the commotion. He staggered to his feet and roared, "Who dares to disturb my sweet dreams?"

He staggered out of the tent, only to see Guan Yu, his clothes as white as snow, holding a big knife, standing right in front of him.

"Wu'ertai, are you Wu'ertai? Can I borrow your head?"

Guan Yu shouted coldly, and the blade of his sword poured down like moonlight.

"……what?"

Wuertai's eyes widened, and he was completely sober. He wanted to draw his sword but his hands and feet were weak, and the surrounding flames blocked his escape.

then,

The knife flashed, the head flew up, blood gushed out, dyeing the wolf flag red.

There were screams in the camp. The Han army was unstoppable and the Xianbei soldiers were drunk and had no power to fight back.

Guan Yu stood in the chaotic army, looking around coldly, thinking to himself: "Brother, this battle is already decided."