Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Fifty paces!

Thirty paces!!

Ten paces!!!

The hearts of countless soldiers were completely raised, as they watched Pan Feng, who still hadn't made any move, as if the towering Pan Feng was the calm before the storm.

Once he struck, it would surely be earth-shattering, perhaps easily taking Hua Xiong's head.

No one wanted to miss this scene.

Even Li Ji, under this atmosphere, showed a bit of nervousness.

Five paces…

In the next instant, Hua Xiong let out a desperate roar, unleashing a blade of light that surpassed his own limits, with all his life's learning.

At this moment, Hua Xiong's thought was that even if he were to be defeated by Pan Feng, he could not disgrace the reputation of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry!

All the soldiers who witnessed it felt a blur before their eyes, as the two warhorses crossed paths...

A head flew into the sky!

The cheering of the Allied soldiers abruptly stopped, as they stared blankly at Pan Feng's headless corpse, maintaining the posture of arms crossed, slowly sliding down from the horse's back.

"Bang!"

Until Pan Feng's head also fell from the sky and landed on the ground, the soft sound was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of all the Allied soldiers.

He lost!

Even the rumored "Unmatched General" Pan Feng was no match for Hua Xiong in a single exchange?!

At this moment, countless Allied soldiers looked at Hua Xiong, who was laughing wildly at the sky, with fear flashing in their eyes, and the morale of the entire Allied army plummeted visibly.

For ordinary soldiers, they couldn't discern too much...

But it was like the competition of high-tech weapons between different countries in Li Ji's previous life, if one's weapons were weak, the soldiers on that side would not have confidence.

The general is the courage of the army!

The consequence of a single-horse duel failure was a sharp drop in morale.

Hua Xiong, feeling that his martial arts had greatly improved in that instant, felt exceptionally good at this moment, even generating the confidence that perhaps even if he faced Lu Bu at this moment, he might not be unable to entangle with him.

Immediately, Hua Xiong directly raised Pan Feng's head and shouted loudly.

"Who else?! Quickly come out and fight me!!!"

At this moment, not to mention the soldiers, even Li Ji's expression was exceptionally interesting.

Even though Li Ji remembered that Pan Feng was defeated by Hua Xiong in the original trajectory, he never thought that it would develop so dramatically.

And even Li Ji was a little confused, why did Pan Feng die like this?

Was it carelessness? Or was he just too weak?

Immediately, Li Ji asked Zhao Yun, who was beside him.

"Zilong, in your opinion, could it be that Hua Xiong's blade was too fast, or was General Pan careless for a moment?"

Zhao Yun pondered for a moment and said.

"In Yun's opinion, Hua Xiong's swordsmanship still has room for improvement, and Yun did not observe any reaction from General Pan's body when the blade light approached his neck."

"Therefore, unless General Pan was controlled by some demonic art and unable to move, it looks more like... he didn't react..."

After Zhao Yun finished speaking, he felt that such words were disrespectful to the "Unmatched General" Pan Feng, and considering that the dead were the greatest, he quickly added.

"Of course, this is just Yun's personal opinion, not necessarily true, there may be other reasons, it is also possible that General Pan suddenly had a sudden illness."

However, even though Zhao Yun spoke modestly, after Li Ji ruled out those impossible answers, it seemed that there was only one answer that could explain it.

That was that Pan Feng was a pretentious showoff.

This made Li Ji feel a bit of a headache, and he sighed helplessly as he looked at the soldiers around him whose morale had plummeted, leading Zhao Yun and Zhang Song back to the central army tent.

And when Li Ji returned to the tent, the atmosphere inside the tent was even more heavy.

Pan Feng's name of "Unmatched General" was touted by the Guandong lords and aristocratic families, and more importantly, the Guandong lords and aristocratic families really felt that Pan Feng's bravery was unparalleled in the world.

Now, Pan Feng was beheaded by Hua Xiong in one exchange, which made the Guandong lords in the field almost have an impulse to shatter.

Hua Xiong, who was merely a defeated general under Lu Bu's command, could easily behead Pan Feng, who was regarded as an ace by the Guandong lords, the disappointment in the hearts of the Guandong lords could be imagined.

If even Hua Xiong was invincible, how could Lu Bu be resisted?

How could the tens of thousands of Xiliang Iron Cavalry and Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry under Dong Zhuo's command be resisted?

For a time, many Guandong lords showed timidity, and even began to secretly consider a retreat.

And Yuan Shao, looking at the morale in the tent that had also obviously declined, was actually a little flustered in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and tried to regain his dignity, saying.

"It's a pity that my generals Yan Liang and Wen Chou have not arrived! If one of them were here, what fear would there be of Hua Xiong!"

Although Yuan Shao said so, he was also quite unsure in his heart, in fact, Pan Feng's appearance was far above Yan Liang and Wen Chou, Pan Feng was still no match, Yuan Shao also did not think that Yan Liang and Wen Chou would be Hua Xiong's opponents.

And Liu Bei also frowned tightly, seeing Li Ji come back and sit beside him, he slightly relaxed a little, and asked in a low voice.

"Just now Zikun went to watch the battle, does Hua Xiong really have unparalleled bravery in the world?"

Li Ji, who was not good at martial arts, found it difficult to judge directly, so he simply asked Zhao Yun. "Zilong, if you were to go to battle, how confident are you that you can defeat Hua Xiong?"

Zhao Yun pondered and estimated for a moment, and said. "If Yun fights, between victory and defeat, I expect it to be 70-30."

As soon as this remark came out, the three Liu Guan and Zhang, who knew Zhao Yun's speaking style well, were greatly relieved.

It should be known that in peacetime, Zhao Yun compared his martial arts with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and he would say 30-70 as soon as he opened his mouth.

Zhao Yun claimed to be 30, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were 70.

It's just that, under the familiar knowledge of their own brothers, how could Guan Yu and Zhang Fei not know that Zhao Yun was above Guan Yu and Zhang Fei only in terms of martial arts.

If what Zhao Yun said was 50-50, then this person could be regarded as not to be underestimated, roughly like Gan Ning, if Zhao Yun wanted to win, it might take a little time.

If what Zhao Yun said was 70-30, then in the ears of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, it meant that Hua Xiong's martial arts were not even as good as Gan Ning.

I am afraid that under Zhao Yun's all-out effort, he could take Hua Xiong's life three times in seven rounds.

Immediately, under Liu Bei's signal, Guan Yu, stroking his long beard, stepped out from the seat, squinting his eyes, and said.

"Hua Xiong? A paper tiger! Please allow Guan to fight, and I will surely behead him."

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the tent at Guan Yu's arrogant words, and a group of lords quickly looked towards Guan Yu.

It's just that although Guan Yu had a strange appearance, with a face like a heavy jujube, a beard two feet long, and a height of nine feet, there was a sense of power coming towards him between standing, but compared with Pan Feng's appearance, Guan Yu's intuitive sense of might was undoubtedly still inferior.

In addition, Guan Yu had been going overseas to sit in Yizhou for nearly three years, and his reputation in the Central Plains was almost non-existent, and almost no one knew Guan Yu.

Immediately, a lord asked. "Who is this?"

Cao Cao, who had a relationship with Guan Yu in Julu City, and appreciated Guan Yu quite a bit, stood up and said. "This is Liu Xuande's sworn brother Guan Yu."

Immediately, Cao Cao quickly walked to Guan Yu and said in a low voice.

"Yunchang, that Hua Xiong has the courage of ten thousand men, even Pan Feng was defeated in his hands, if you want to go to battle, please think twice."

It's just that Cao Cao's kindness, in Guan Yu's arrogant eyes, was more like a suspicion, and he disdainfully said.

"A mere Hua Xiong, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Good!"

Yuan Shao laughed loudly at this moment, and said.

"Worthy of being Liu Xuande's sworn brother, with extraordinary momentum! It's just that our army has now lost two battles, if we lose again, I am afraid that it will be difficult for a trace of fighting spirit to rise in the army."

As soon as this remark came out, Liu Bei's brow could not help but wrinkle slightly.

Yuan Shao seemed to be reminding, but in fact, he was intentionally dragging Liu Bei into the water.

In the case that the fierce generals sent by Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu were both no match for Hua Xiong, if the fierce generals sent by Liu Bei were also no match, then there would be an object to throw the blame on.

It's just that after Zhao Yun's evaluation, Guan Yu had a clear judgment on Hua Xiong's level in his heart.

Zilong can take his life three times in seven rounds, then Guan expects that it is not difficult to behead him three times in eight rounds.

Immediately, Guan Yu proudly said.

"If Guan fails, you can cut off my head."

"Good!"

Yuan Shao could not wait for Guan Yu to say so, and agreed without hesitation, and then let Guan Yu make a military order.

Seeing this, Cao Cao was quite worried in his heart, both worrying about Guan Yu's life, and even more worrying about the unbearable internal situation of the Allied army today, so he simply poured a cup of hot wine and handed it to Guan Yu, wanting to see him off, which could be regarded as the friendship of both sides knowing each other.

Seeing this, Guan Yu misunderstood Cao Cao's meaning, and disdainfully said.

"A mere Hua Xiong, why should I borrow wine to embolden myself? Pour it down for now, and I will use it for celebration when Guan returns."

Immediately, Guan Yu cupped his hands in the direction of Liu Bei, and then turned and left the tent.

Watching Guan Yu's departure, compared to the other lords' eyes of worry, pity, or admiration, Liu Bei looked calm and relaxed, as if there was no worry at all.

And Yuan Shu's eyes swept around, and he came up with an idea, saying.

"That Hua Xiong has won two consecutive battles, and both defeated Yu She and Pan Feng within three exchanges, I don't know if he has three heads and six arms, why don't we also go to watch the battle, and see how Guan Yu beheads Hua Xiong."

Of course, Yuan Shu's words were said like this, but the thoughts in his stomach were undoubtedly to let a group of lords witness that the generals under Liu Bei were also defeated by Hua Xiong.

In this way, on the contrary, the impact of Yu She and Pan Feng's defeat can be covered up for the most part.

Li Ji almost instantly understood Yuan Shu's thoughts, and thought that this might be a great opportunity to make Guan Yu famous, which could make up for some of the hardships Guan Yu had previously faced in Yizhou.

"This is a great statement, just in time to see Hua Xiong's defeat."

With Li Ji, representing Liu Bei, also echoing in agreement, the other lords naturally wouldn't object.

Instantly, the entire central army tent, filled with a total of thirty-six allied lords, surrounded by their confidants and personal guards, moved in a mighty and imposing manner towards the watchtower.

As the lords ascended the watchtower, Guan Yu, at that moment, also led his three thousand axe-wielding Yi soldiers out of the camp gate.

A crimson red warhorse, draped in a green robe, face like a jujube, dragging a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand... …

"Who is this coming to offer their head again?"

Hua Xiong asked disdainfully.

Guan Yu stroked his long beard with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and said with arrogant contempt.

"Dog of the traitor Dong, you are not worthy to know Guan's name."

(End of this chapter)