Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

“Qiu Liju, the one who takes your life is Zhang, the Third Master of Yan.”

Accompanied by Zhang Fei's thunderous voice, Zhang Fei took advantage of the slight chaos caused by Nanlou's corpse and went straight for Qiu Liju.

This scene made Li Ji, who was standing on the city wall, also feel his blood boiling. The folding fan he was fanning stopped unconsciously, and he stared at the situation below with a bit of nervousness.

If Zhang Fei could really kill Qiu Liju and take his head, given the internal situation of the Wuhuan, it would surely cause great chaos.

Perhaps, in order to compete for Qiu Liju's position, it would not be surprising if the Wuhuan chieftains, who were originally a loose alliance, would first kill each other.

“Kill!!!”

Zhang Fei's roar, more terrifying than a tiger, startled many Wuhuan people, making them feel as if their livers and gallbladders were about to burst.

The distance of several zhang that originally separated Zhang Fei and Qiu Liju was almost completely closed in an instant, and the Zhangba Snake Spear stabbed towards Qiu Liju like a black light.

Facing the imposing Zhang Fei, Qiu Liju panicked slightly, then calmly and confidently held the long-handled axe in both hands to block forward, and said contemptuously.

“Han dog, looking for…”

However, before Qiu Liju could imagine himself blocking the black-faced Yan man's attack, and then招呼 (zhāohū-beckon) the warriors and guards around him to hack him to death with random knives.

“Clang!!”

An ear-piercing collision sounded, and Qiu Liju's arms, which he was proud of for suppressing the Wuhuan with his bravery, suddenly felt a burst of soreness and numbness, and the long-handled axe immediately flew out of his hand.

This made Qiu Liju's pupils shrink suddenly. Taking advantage of the trajectory of the Zhangba Snake Spear being deflected, his body instinctively grabbed the long spear hanging on the horse's back and threw it at Zhang Fei, then yanked the horse's head and fled backward, shouting.

“Quick, stop that Yan man, Zhang San!”

At this moment, Qiu Liju, who completely understood the great difference in strength between the enemy and himself, disregarded his face, knowing that he was definitely not Zhang Fei's opponent after three exchanges, and frantically drilled into the gaps in the crowd behind him.

“Qiu Liju, don't run!”

Zhang Fei moved his body to the side, dodging the long spear, and went straight in the direction of Qiu Liju.

However, after this brief delay, several guards had already surrounded Zhang Fei in accordance with the order.

Although Zhang Fei's Zhangba Snake Spear pierced the Wuhuan guards, carefully selected by Qiu Liju, off their horses in a few moves, when Zhang Fei looked again in the direction ahead, Qiu Liju had already disappeared into the crowd.

“Hateful!”

Zhang Fei glared angrily and let out a roar, startling the surrounding Wuhuan people who had subconsciously surrounded him, causing their warhorses to instinctively retreat.

However, Zhang Fei was trapped in the crowd and couldn't see clearly, but Li Ji, standing high on the city wall, saw it clearly. While secretly regretting, he immediately ordered the soldiers around him to shout loudly in unison.

“East side, the one with the white wolf skin cloak on his shoulders is Qiu Liju.”

Two or three neat shouts entered Zhang Fei's ears, causing Zhang Fei's spirit to be shaken. He looked along the east side, and sure enough, he could vaguely see a figure wearing a white wolf skin cloak.

In just a moment, the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders, who were originally behind, and a group of Han soldiers' guards also rushed to Zhang Fei's side.

“Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders, follow me to charge into the formation and directly take Qiu Liju's head!”

With the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders guarding him on the left and right, Zhang Fei immediately clamped his horse's belly and charged towards the east, and the Zhangba Snake Spear in his hand was almost invincible.

In addition, Zhang Fei killing "Valley King" Nanlou and repelling "Wuhuan King" Qiu Liju undoubtedly caused an extremely great deterrent to the Wuhuan people present.

This is like a black-faced strong man who knocked out Tyson in his prime charging towards you. Even though most of the Wuhuan people present are loyal guards, they still instinctively feel fear and retreat from Zhang Fei's terrifying martial prowess.

This caused Qiu Liju, who had retreated into the crowd, to turn his head and see Zhang Fei, who was like a mad tiger, rushing towards him quickly.

Moreover, the soldiers on the tower of Jicheng were still shouting "coordinates" to Zhang Fei in unison, which made Qiu Liju almost subconsciously take off his favorite white wolf skin cloak and hand it to the guards beside him.

Afterwards, Qiu Liju let the guards wearing the cloak continue to flee to the east, while he turned in another direction.

Zhang Fei, who was deeply trapped in the chaotic battlefield, could only stare at the conspicuous cloak feature from a distance and pursue him all the way, and was indeed confused by Qiu Liju's operation for a while.

However, as the voice on the city wall changed again.

“South side, the one wearing a white helmet and riding a black horse is Qiu Liju!”

Hearing this, Zhang Fei looked towards the south for a while.

White helmets were already rare among the Wuhuan people, and with the addition of a black horse, Zhang Fei quickly confirmed the target.

“Qiu Liju, does the dignified Wuhuan King only know how to flee in embarrassment? Didn't you tell me that if I had the ability, I should come down from the city wall? Now that I have come down, why are you hiding like a mouse…”

“Face me! You coward!!!”

Soon, a voice that made Qiu Liju feel terrified came from behind, and once again approached Qiu Liju.

In particular, Zhang Fei's big mouth, which was as if smeared with honey, was constantly mocking Qiu Liju, which made Qiu Liju, who claimed to be the "Wuhuan King", how could he bear it?

In a fit of anger, Qiu Liju directly threw off the conspicuous white helmet he was wearing, and then replaced it with the most common ordinary helmet worn by the guards.

Afterwards, Qiu Liju also performed a superb horsemanship of the Wuhuan clan for Li Ji on the city wall. While the warhorse was still running, he directly exchanged mounts with the guards beside him.

In this way, even when viewed from a high place, Qiu Liju's attire was no different from that of ordinary Wuhuan guards.

In the distant battlefield where heads were surging, it was as if an ant had mixed into an ant colony, and in the blink of an eye, it was difficult to distinguish its position.

While Zhang Fei was charging and killing all the way with the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders protecting him on the left and right, when he rushed to not far from the black horse and stabbed the Wuhuan man sitting on it to death, he found that the person above was no longer Qiu Liju.

This made Zhang Fei very angry, and just as he was about to continue to charge and kill in the surrounding area to find Qiu Liju's trace.

A burst of ear-piercing sound of retreating gongs sounded from the direction of Jicheng, urging Zhang Fei to retreat quickly.

In a fit of anger, Zhang Fei stabbed five or six of the nearest Wuhuan people to death with the Zhangba Snake Spear to vent his unwillingness, and then just as he was about to turn his horse's head, his eyes suddenly noticed the warhorse that Qiu Liju had originally ridden, which was black all over, with only white hooves.

“Black Steed Horse? Good horse!”

Zhang Fei's heart was filled with joy, and with one spear, he lifted the corpse on the back of the Black Steed Horse, and in a flip, landed on the back of the Black Steed Horse.

(PS: The Black Steed Horse is the name of Xiang Yu's mount, but at the same time, it also refers to a horse breed, which is the collective name of the "Hequ Black Horse".)

The Black Steed Horse instinctively wanted to struggle and resist for a while, but was met with a roar from Zhang Fei, and a thick thigh that was comparable to the waist of a young woman clamped the horse's belly, and the Black Steed Horse immediately settled down.

Immediately, Zhang Fei led the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders to charge back to the gap maintained by the Han soldiers' guards from among the Wuhuan people, and laughed loudly.

“Thank you Wuhuan King for the good horse, I will impolitely accept it with a smile, it is really comfortable and suitable to ride on…”

These words made Qiu Liju, who was watching Zhang Fei leave, want to vomit blood.

A thousand gold is easy to get, but a treasure horse is hard to find.

Especially the one that was snatched away by Zhang Fei was a thousand-mile Black Steed Horse that was hard to find even throughout the entire Wuhuan.

This made Qiu Liju want to go up and fight Zhang Fei on the spot, but when he thought of the brute force that knocked his weapon flying with one blow, Qiu Liju could only repeatedly urge the Wuhuan guards around him to go up and besiege Zhang Fei to奪回 (duóhuí-take back) his horse.

Qiu Liju could still tolerate being cursed at, but having his treasure horse snatched away by Zhang Fei was simply touching Qiu Liju's bottom line.

However, the martial prowess displayed by Zhang Fei had completely deterred the Wuhuan people present. Wherever he passed, the Wuhuan people were almost instinctively retreating.

In addition, many of the Wuhuan people were guards of other Wuhuan chieftains and would not listen to Qiu Liju's orders at all.

Therefore, Qiu Liju could only watch Zhang Fei lead the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders and a group of Han soldiers' guards, before a large number of Wuhuan cavalry, who had heard the bugle call a mile away, arrived, and retreated back to Jicheng.

……

Zhang Fei's return almost won countless soldiers' cheers and worship.

In the era of cold weapons, there was no easier way to boost morale and win the respect of soldiers than martial prowess.

Killing "Valley King" Nanlou, defeating "Wuhuan King" Qiu Liju in one exchange, chasing Qiu Liju until he discarded his helmet and armor, and even made a Wuhuan man abandon his warhorse and flee for his life.

This undoubtedly greatly boosted the morale of the Han soldiers on the city walls, who were originally panicked by the Wuhuan's demonstration, and the cheers of the soldiers were endless wherever Zhang Fei rode the Black Steed Horse.

Zhang Fei led the Eighteen Yan Cloud Riders and the guards back to the city wall, dismounted, and did not forget to reach out his big hand and touch the back of the Black Steed Horse with satisfaction, revealing his love in his eyes.

Just now, when Zhang Fei was returning to Jicheng, he only tried to simply speed up, and immediately felt a completely different feeling from the warhorses he had ridden before.

Although Zhang Fei's previous mount could be regarded as a good horse that was one in a hundred, it was far worse than this Black Steed Horse.

For a general, the significance of a thousand-mile treasure horse is undoubtedly extraordinary.

And if it wasn't for Qiu Liju riding this Black Steed Horse into the crowd, just chasing on the plains, Zhang Fei would not have been able to catch up with Qiu Liju no matter what.

“Good, good, good…”

Zhang Fei, who came from a powerful clan, could also be considered a cultured man. Looking at the white hooves of this black steed, he happily said,

"From now on, your name will be 'Snow-Treader,' follow me closely, and together we shall gallop across the battlefield, achieving victory after victory!"