Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Cheng Yuanzhi felt a sudden shock and quickly tightened his reins, halting his horse. He pointed the long-handled saber in his hand towards Guan Yu and shouted.

"Who goes there?"

Guan Yu tilted his head slightly, his half-closed phoenix eyes seemingly looking down on Cheng Yuanzhi with disdain, and said proudly, "A nobody who sells dog meat has the nerve to ask my name?"

Anger flashed across Cheng Yuanzhi's face, but being in the dense forest covered in thick smoke, he could vaguely see a large number of blurred figures behind Guan Yu, which instinctively made him feel fear.

However, as Cheng Yuanzhi's gaze shifted, he noticed the fish scale armor Guan Yu was wearing, which was exactly the same as Zhang Fei's, and he questioned, "What is your relationship with Zhang Fei?"

Guan Yu replied, "Zhang Fei is my third brother."

"Ah, hahaha!"

Cheng Yuanzhi felt relieved and immediately burst out laughing, using this to stabilize the morale of the Yellow Turban bandits behind him, and said.

"So that's how it is. Zhang Fei was no match for me. Now that I've beaten the younger one, an old one has come out."

Immediately, Cheng Yuanzhi made up his mind, patted his horse's rump, turned the long-handled saber in his hand, raised it high, and slashed down towards Guan Yu, shouting.

"I'll just use your head to boost morale, and also let your third brother Zhang Fei know the consequences of insulting me."

Facing Cheng Yuanzhi's swift approach, Guan Yu maintained his posture of stroking his long beard with one hand and holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade upside down with the other, seemingly stunned by Cheng Yuanzhi's power and unable to move.

"Prepare to die!!!"

Cheng Yuanzhi let out a violent roar, and the long-handled saber slashed down fiercely, creating a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

It was at this moment.

"Ha!"

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes suddenly widened, and in the rolling thick smoke, it seemed as if a green dragon soared up, colliding with the long-handled saber in Cheng Yuanzhi's hand.

"Clang!"

Cheng Yuanzhi's mount ran forward a few more steps due to inertia before suddenly stopping.

"What a fast saber!"

Cheng Yuanzhi muttered in disbelief, and a line of blood suddenly burst out from his neck and his horse's neck. A large amount of blood spurted out, and both man and horse fell to the ground.

In Cheng Yuanzhi's difficult backward gaze, he could only feel Guan Yu's proud gaze and a light sentence.

"Hmph, you are just a paper tiger, how dare you brandish your saber in front of Guan?"

This scene of Cheng Yuanzhi being beheaded by Guan Yu in one exchange also caused the Yellow Turban warriors behind Cheng Yuanzhi to fall into chaos, shouting in disbelief.

"The commander! The commander has been killed!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! It must be an illusion. The commander is protected by the Yellow Heaven and is a personal disciple of the Great Virtuous Teacher. He is destined to be a great commander who pacifies one side!"

"That red-faced man is not human! He is definitely not human! The one who can kill the commander, could he be a heavenly god descended from the heavens?"

… …

For this group of Yellow Turban warriors who deeply believed in the teachings of the Taiping Dao, there was nothing more terrifying than the collapse of their faith.

The on-the-spot beheading of Cheng Yuanzhi, one of the Great Virtuous Teacher's spokesmen, undoubtedly plunged the faith in their hearts into a state of collapse.

Why would the commander, who was proclaimed as a god in the teachings, be killed?

There seemed to be only two explanations: either everything in the Taiping Dao was just a lie; or Guan Yu, who killed Cheng Yuanzhi, was definitely not an ordinary person!

Seeing the Yellow Turban bandits visibly falling into chaos, Guan Yu naturally would not miss such an opportunity.

"All soldiers, kill!"

Along with Guan Yu's violent roar, Guan Yu took the lead and charged into the Yellow Turban bandits!

Behind him, more than a thousand soldiers who had been resting in the dense forest for a long time, with a layer of pre-prepared wet cloth tied on their faces, also rushed into the enemy formation with great morale, following Guan Yu.

In the dense forest shrouded in thick smoke, the visibility was extremely poor, and they could only distinguish directions through sound.

With Guan Yu as the arrow, the remaining soldiers only needed to follow closely behind, maintain the basic formation, and kill all the enemies they saw.

The five thousand Yellow Turban bandits were shocked by the bad news of their commander Cheng Yuanzhi being killed, and coupled with being in this special environment, it was as if there were shouts of killing, screams, and fighting everywhere, but they did not know the number or location of the enemy.

For a time, in the eyes of the Yellow Turban bandits, it was as if they were suddenly in Avici Hell, with countless enemies surrounding them, ready to take their lives at any time.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Finally, in less than a quarter of an hour.

The morale of the five thousand Yellow Turban bandits completely collapsed, and even the basic formation could not be maintained. Not to mention maintaining a basic counterattack, most of them scurried around like headless flies.

The thousand soldiers led by Guan Yu were beheading this group of Yellow Turban bandits who had completely lost their will to fight and only knew how to escape.

The changes in the environment and morale completely reversed the hard power gap between the two sides!

Even if the individual combat strength of each Yellow Turban warrior was superior to the soldiers temporarily recruited by Liu Bei, at this moment, all the Yellow Turban bandits had almost no ability to resist.

When Guan Yu did not know how many times he had beheaded the enemy, he suddenly realized that he had led his soldiers to completely pierce through the five thousand Yellow Turban bandits.

Unlike cavalry charging into the formation and piercing through the enemy formation, where the killing was secondary, the main thing was to disrupt the enemy's formation.

When the infantry pierced through the enemy formation, it often meant that a result was approaching. The enemy had probably been killed by more than half, and the injured and escaped were countless.

"We won!"

Guan Yu raised the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, stained with blood, and muttered.

Before this, when Guan Yu accepted Li Ji's mission, he thought it would be a difficult bloody battle of a thousand people forcibly blocking five thousand people, but he did not expect… it would be so easy.

Guan Yu even had a feeling of effortlessness. He only needed to follow Li Ji's instructions to kill the enemy general who came to his door, and then lead the soldiers all the way forward, forward, forward…

Guan Yu subconsciously stroked his long beard, his phoenix eyes slightly closed, savoring the joy of his first great victory in life, and there was no longer any resentment in his heart towards Liu Bei's previous courteous treatment of Li Ji.

Unlike Zhang Fei's outspoken expression of disagreement, even if Guan Yu had some ideas in his heart, he did not say anything in order to save Liu Bei's face, and because Li Ji had shown a certain ability and had not made any mistakes.

However, at this moment, Guan Yu truly felt the power of Li Ji's strategy.

Facing five times the enemy, even if Guan Yu considered himself a match for ten thousand men, he knew that the one who would be defeated on the frontal battlefield would definitely be his own side.

However, with the help of Li Ji's strategy, facing five times the enemy was like sweeping away a group of paper tigers.

Mr. Zikun is not a match for ten thousand men, but he has the wisdom no less than that of an enemy of ten thousand men!

"Wonderful!"

Guan Yu praised, and then suddenly remembered Li Ji's instructions not long ago, and quickly asked a guard who had been temporarily selected behind him.

"Where is the head of that enemy general?"

The guard, who was closely following Guan Yu, quickly rummaged through the heads tied around his waist, then untied one of them and handed it up, saying.

"My lord, the head of the enemy general is here."

Guan Yu used the Green Dragon Crescent Blade to pick it up and bring it to his eyes, identifying it left and right, and only relaxed a little after confirming that it was Cheng Yuanzhi's head.

According to Mr. Zikun, this head is still of great use and cannot be lost.

Immediately, Guan Yu glanced at the dense forest behind him, where the thick smoke was even thicker, summoned his soldiers to slightly reorganize their formation, and quickly headed forward.

As the fire grew, the thick smoke in the dense forest also became larger and larger.

Even though Guan Yu's soldiers had tied a wet cloth in advance, many soldiers gradually felt uncomfortable and should not stay in the dense forest for a long time.

As for the few remaining remnants of the Yellow Turban bandits in the dense forest, even if some of them were lucky enough to escape the dense forest, they were no longer a threat.

… …

At the same time.

At the gap between the river beach and the dense forest, with the help of the narrow terrain, the thousand soldiers led by Liu Bei were still firmly nailed here, blocking wave after wave of attacks.

As time went by, more of the elderly, weak, women, and children gradually recovered some energy, and Deng Mao had already begun to organize waves of Yellow Turban crowds to rush up.

Relying on the absolute numerical advantage, even though large swaths of corpses had fallen in front of Liu Bei, the pressure he was under was still constantly increasing.

Fortunately, these Yellow Turban crowds, mainly composed of the elderly, weak, women, and children, lacked bows and arrows, otherwise Liu Bei would definitely not be able to resist wave after wave of attacks with this small gap.

However, as the thick smoke rising from the dense forest continued to grow, Deng Mao's heart was sinking lower and lower.

Up to this point in the battle, Deng Mao still did not know the number of enemies, let alone the situation on Cheng Yuanzhi's side.

This made Deng Mao, who felt increasingly uneasy, couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Continue to attack?

Temporarily retreat?

However, both of these choices were difficult for Deng Mao.

Once he retreated and abandoned the five thousand Taiping Dao members trapped in the dense forest, Deng Mao even suspected that the less than a thousand Taiping Dao members left in his hands could control the more than fifty thousand elderly, weak, women, and children.

But, continue to attack…

Deng Mao felt that it was impossible to break through the defense line formed by Liu Bei in a short period of time, and once the time dragged on, Deng Mao was afraid that even he would be trapped.

Finally, Deng Mao clenched his fists tightly and decided to extract another five hundred Taiping Dao members and mix them with the young and strong from the thousand Yellow Turban crowds for one last attack.

This was also the final bottom line that Deng Mao could accept!

Even so, Deng Mao needed to accept the fact that only five hundred Taiping Dao members were left to control more than fifty thousand Yellow Turban crowds, a very high ratio of one to one hundred.

Next, as long as there was a slight disturbance, Deng Mao suspected that the entire Yellow Turban crowd would completely scatter.

"Breakthrough!"

"In the name of the Yellow Heaven, everyone, charge!"

Led by dozens of Yellow Turban Warriors as the core, fifteen hundred people frantically launched an attack towards the entrance of the dense forest.

Deng Mao stared intently at the battle situation, knowing that this was definitely the last chance.

Once this breakthrough failed, not only would the massive Yellow Turban crowd risk losing control at any moment, but even the task assigned to him by the Great Virtuous Teacher would also completely fail.

Gradually, a smile unconsciously appeared on Deng Mao's face.

Even though Liu Bei personally took the lead, wielding his twin swords and fighting on the front line, the numerous soldiers had long been exhausted under the continuous assault of the Yellow Turban crowd, who possessed an absolute numerical advantage.

In this assault composed of a large number of Yellow Turban bandits and strong young men, the entire defensive line was already on the verge of collapse.

Watching this scene, Deng Mao gradually relaxed and murmured.

"It seems there are really only about a thousand people; are they just bluffing? The enemy's forces are also extremely depleted."

However, at this moment, a roar came from within the dense forest.

"Brother, do not worry, Guan is here!"

In the next moment, it was as if a continuous stream of fresh troops涌ed out of the dense forest.

More importantly, each of those fresh troops was covered in blood, as if they had experienced a fierce battle, causing Deng Mao, who witnessed this scene, to feel as if he had fallen into an abyss!

The appearance of these people undoubtedly indicated that Qu Shuai Cheng Yuanzhi in the dense forest was in grave danger.

And as Guan Yu rushed out of the dense forest, raised Cheng Yuanzhi's head, and shouted.

"Your Qu Shuai's head is here, why don't you quickly surrender?!"

In an instant, the entire Yellow Turban crowd was in an uproar, with countless people staring intently at the head raised in Guan Yu's hand, trying to identify it.

And the part of the Yellow Turban bandits closest to Guan Yu almost instantly recognized Cheng Yuanzhi's features and shouted in disbelief.

"It really is Qu Shuai!"

"Qu Shuai has really been killed!"

"No, no, no, this isn't real..."

In an instant, the entire Yellow Turban crowd fell into chaos at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Among this special group of Yellow Turbans, the death of the commander, Qu Shuai, was far more serious than in ordinary armies, and the already low morale of the entire Yellow Turban crowd almost collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And in the next moment, Deng Mao let out a loud shout.

"Who is spreading rumors?! The Yellow Heaven has sent me a message that Qu Shuai has broken through the dense forest and arrived on the other side; the head in that red-faced man's hand is fake!"

This shout temporarily stabilized the chaotic Yellow Turban crowd and also attracted Guan Yu's attention.

Immediately, Guan Yu threw the head in his hand towards the crowd, causing a large number of Yellow Turban bandits to rush forward to争抢confirm it, while he himself rode straight towards Deng Mao, who was a hundred paces away.

"Stop him, stop that red-faced man!"

However, even Cheng Yuanzhi, whose courage and strength far surpassed Deng Mao, seemed to have been killed by this red-faced man; how could Deng Mao dare to compete with Guan Yu? He quickly commanded some of the Yellow Turban bandits who could still be ordered to come forward, while he himself directly abandoned his horse and hid among the Yellow Turban crowd.

After Guan Yu斩杀ed more than a dozen Yellow Turban bandits who were blocking his way, Deng Mao's figure had already disappeared into the large Yellow Turban crowd, making it difficult to find him.

And Deng Mao, who had hidden in the crowd, had to admit at this moment that even though the Yellow Turban crowd still numbered as many as 50,000, the defeat was completely irreversible.

"However, don't think that you have won like this!"

Deng Mao looked in the direction of Liu Bei and Guan Yu from afar, gritted his teeth and said, and then gave a few orders to the twenty Yellow Turban Warriors who were still following him as personal guards.

Immediately, just as Liu Bei and Guan Yu led their soldiers out of the gap, on the one hand,斩杀ing Yellow Turban bandits with yellow scarves tied around their heads, and on the other hand, trying to喝止 the massive Yellow Turban crowd from surrendering.

Almost simultaneously, seductive voices rang out constantly in various parts of the Yellow Turban crowd.

"Don't surrender; once you surrender, these court dogs will definitely kill all of us."

"If we surrender, will these court dogs give us food? Don't believe them."

"That's right, they seem to have only one or two thousand people, and we have tens of thousands of people; even if each of us spits once, we can drown them..."