Lu Bu’s Life Simulator

On a cold night in early spring, Sun Jian’s camp was still shrouded in darkness as people gathered. Hu Zhen sat on his horse, trying hard to see clearly, but the faint light emitted by the dimly lit lamps only revealed glimmers of light reflecting off pieces of armor. “General?” Hua Xiong rode his horse to Hu Zhen's side, respectfully bowing. “It appears that Sun Jian has no defenses in place.” Hu Zhen nodded in agreement. It made sense. Even with Sun Jian’s formidable scouts, it would be unlikely for them to gather any information about the situation behind the Yique Pass. Looking up at the sky, where a faint light was beginning to appear on the horizon, Hu Zhen realized that if they didn't act soon, they would likely miss this excellent opportunity. Without hesitation, Hu Zhen turned to Hua Xiong and said, “We will each lead a group of soldiers and attack from both sides of the main gate. Remember, if we encounter Sun Jian, show no mercy. We must take his head.” Before the expedition, Hu Zhen had boasted of beheading a high-ranking officer of great renown. Among the commanders on the battlefield, only Sun Jian held such prestige. Failure to kill Sun Jian would bring him disgrace among his peers, especially Lu Bu. However, if he succeeded in slaying Sun Jian, he would confront Lu Bu and accuse him of disregarding military orders in front of the Prime Minister, seeking retribution for his grievances. “Understood!” Hua Xiong replied, and the two of them led their respective forces to approach the two side gates. Hua Xiong reached the gate first and, after shooting down the stationed soldiers, easily opened it. Hua Xiong was taken aback by Sun Jian's lax defense, having a foreboding feeling. He then quickly led his men to attack the surrounding tents. “General, it's an empty camp!” a soldier rushed over, shouting loudly. “Oh no!” Hua Xiong’s expression changed, and he instinctively thought of retreating. However, at that moment, the sound of drums came from behind, followed by a hail of arrows raining down upon them. Their retreat route had clearly been blocked. Hua Xiong said in a deep voice, “Stay calm, soldiers! Follow me, and let’s break through from the front to join the Grand Commander!” Hu Zhen had chosen the opposite direction from Hua Xiong. Since their side had been ambushed, Hua Xiong didn’t believe that Hu Zhen’s side would not suffer the same. He couldn’t spare any thoughts on how Sun Jian had anticipated their attack on the camp. Hua Xiong spurred his horse and raced forward, aiming to rendezvous with Hu Zhen. On the other hand, Hu Zhen didn't have the same quick reaction as Hua Xiong. As the cries of battle erupted from behind, his first instinct was to quickly retreat and break out of the main camp. However, the soldiers in the rear were suddenly under attack and had already fallen into chaos. By the time Hu Zhen turned around, the army had become a disorganized mess. How could they continue to engage in fierce combat with the enemy? “Rebel from Liangzhou, surrender now!” Amidst the chaos, a Sun Clan general spotted Hu Zhen in his distinct armor and immediately brandished his weapon to attack. Upon seeing this, Hu Zhen swiftly swung his blade to block the attack. Despite being incompetent in leading troops, Hu Zhen's martial skills were not lacking. In Liangzhou, where the Qiang and Han people coexisted amidst never-ending rebellions, those who grew up there may lack knowledge of military strategy but they were often valiant warriors. The Sun Clan general facing Hu Zhen was none other than Zu Mao, one of Sun Jian’s Four Great Generals. Renowned for his martial prowess, Zu Mao was likened to a powerful and majestic bird. However, he couldn’t gain any advantage against Hu Zhen. Amidst their intense clash, neither of them could gain the upper hand. However, the Liangzhou troops under Hu Zhen’s command had already been routed and thrown into disarray, their ranks broken and fleeing in sheer chaos. Witnessing this grim spectacle, Hu Zhen’s heart and resolve shook, losing the will to continue his intense fight with the valiant Zu Mao. Despite his desperate attempts to break free, Zu Mao firmly stood in his path, unyielding. Overwhelmed by anxiety and fear, Hu Zhen cried out in a voice filled with desperation, “Hua Xiong, save me!” “Hahaha! Your subordinate must have lost his head by now. How can anyone save you!?” Hearing this, Zu Mao burst into laughter. Seizing the opportunity while Hu Zhen was momentarily distracted, Zu Mao swiftly inflicted a huge wound across his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Hu Zhen let out a cry of agony and desperately tried to turn his horse around, intending to break free. However, Zu Mao had no intention of letting him go. “Fear not, General, for I, Hua Xiong, have arrived!” Just as Hu Zhen found himself surrounded on all sides, Hua Xiong, charging in from the opposite direction, heard his cry for help. With lightning speed, Hua Xiong rushed towards them, catching Han Dang, who was attempting to besiege Hu Zhen, off guard.

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Witnessing Hua Xiong’s fearless advance, traversing the sea of fire like a god of war descending from the heavens, Zu Mao, who had been pursuing Hu Zhen, suddenly felt darkness overshadowing his vision. As he looked up, he saw the very blade swung by Hua Xiong, and before he could react, his head was severed by a single strike. “Darong!” The surrounding Sun family generals, who had initially watched Zu Mao’s merciless torture of Hu Zhen with mockery, were now filled with anger. Sun Jian, in a fit of rage, raised his sword and prepared to battle Hua Xiong. However, Hua Xiong couldn’t afford to stay after freeing Hu Zhen from the encirclement. He immediately said to him, “Grand Commander, the enemy has set up an ambush. We need to break through quickly!” "It must be that Lu Bu, fearing that I will steal the credit, he secretly informed them!" Hu Zhen muttered with resentment as they walked, gritting his teeth. It's probably not that simple. In Hua Xiong’s mind, the figure of Zhao Cen flashed by. If we talk about who understood their plan the most, it was probably Zhao Cen. On the contrary, Lu Bu had already gone to rest early. Even if he wanted to pass on the information of their plan, they hadn’t even decided whether or not to launch a night raid outside the city at that time. In comparison, the chances of Zhao Cen being the traitor was higher. But that’s a matter for later. For now, they should focus on figuring out how to escape alive from this place. But behind them, Sun Jian was furious that the two of them had killed his beloved general and pursued them relentlessly. With Sun Jian closing in on them, Hua Xiong turned to Hu Zhen and said, “Grand Commander, you go first. Hua Xiong will hold them back!” Hu Zhen, at this moment, couldn’t care less about being polite. He pretended to be moved, nodded towards Hua Xiong, and then urged his horse forward more frantically. Hua Xiong slowed down with the remaining hundreds of soldiers from Liangzhou. They stopped at a narrow passage, turned their horses around, and Hua Xiong raised his sword, shouting angrily, “Hua Xiong of Liangzhou is here! Who dares to face me in battle!?” His voice, deep and resounding, reverberated through the mountains. The pursuing soldiers from Jiangdong gradually halted their advance, forming their ranks. “My Lord, allow me to face him!” Huang Gai stepped forward with his blade in hand. He had the closest bond with Zu Mao and had witnessed his friend being slain by this man. Burning with hatred, he desired nothing more than to personally avenge Zu Mao. “Hold on!” Sun Jian grabbed hold of Huang Gai, sneering coldly. “This is a battle between two armies, not a personal grudge. Where are our archers? Order them to shoot down these barbarians from Liangzhou!” Having already lost Zu Mao, Sun Jian didn’t want Huang Gai to suffer a similar fate. As the first light of dawn pierced the sky, the archers swiftly gathered. With bows drawn and arrows nocked, a brief pause preceded the release of the frigid shafts that descended mercilessly upon Hua Xiong and his beleaguered forces. The Xiliang warriors fell like withered leaves, and even Hua Xiong’s warhorse was struck by an arrow. Forced to dismount and seek shelter behind the mountain’s embrace, Hua Xiong wore a bitter smile. It seemed that today he stood ensnared in an inescapable trap. “Is the Tiger of Jiangdong only capable of overwhelming the enemy with numbers?!” Just as Hua Xiong reached the depths of despair, a resoundingly arrogant voice echoed through the valley. In that moment, when Hua Xiong had resigned himself to certain death, a glimmer of hope ignited within him...