Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chen Xi rubbed his chin and said first that his long-standing assessment was that the Huns were relatively intelligent this time, so they knew the gravity of the situation. Because of this, Chen Xi’s assessment was that the Northern Huns would significantly increase the defense of their own tribe.

Similarly, based on this, Chen Xi had not considered the possibility of the Northern Hun’s main tribal defense being bolstered by other tribes. However, after Zhou Yu brought it up, Chen Xi started pondering the idea.

”Indeed, it was my oversight. I only considered the Northern Hun’s caution but ignored their current weakness in military power. Though using other tribal forces to guard their tribe carries the risk of exposure, it’s a more practical approach,” Chen Xi said, tapping his finger lightly as he spoke slowly.

Zhou Yu turned his head to look at the Wuhuan chief who was still surrounding Liu Yu. ”When I saw the Wuhuan consider the former Governor of Youzhou like a father, I thought of this possibility.”

Chen Xi rolled his eyes, although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Zhou Yu’s remark about the Wuhuan treating Liu Yu as a father. Turning to see the Wuhuan chief guarding Liu Yu, he couldn’t help but sigh. It indeed made sense. Can’t say for everyone, but certainly, some of them did think this way.

”Since the Wuhuan can be so pro-Han, why can’t there be Hu people who are pro-Huns?” Zhou Yu calmly looked at Chen Xi.

”Indeed, if we can rally 400,000 Wuhuan tribes, the Northern Huns can surely find such miscellaneous Hun people to support them,” Chen Xi nodded slowly in agreement.

”Although I don’t quite like these traitors, to be honest, having such Hun people willing to do anything for us makes me acutely aware of our strength,” Chen Xi said with a smile in Su Puyan’s direction, transmitting his voice to Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow, knowing some things should not be said aloud, so he smiled and transmitted his voice to Chen Xi, ”These people joining us would fight harder than ordinary people, and it would be the same for the Northern Huns, short of military strength as they are.”

”It’s troublesome, after all,” Chen Xi shook his head, ”those tribes loyal to the Northern Huns surely exist, and definitely, two to three thousand people can be rallied. Unlike us, we cannot raid with infantry, whereas they...”

”This battle will not be easy,” Zhou Yu nodded, ”the Northern Huns’ main tribe on one hand, and the miscellaneous Hun guarding it on the other hand. These miscellaneous Hun, loyal to the Northern Huns to their core, under their lead, probably won’t be weak.”

”But there’s a good side too. After all, attacking the Northern Hun’s main tribe is not based on insider information but is rather a conclusion drawn from speculation. This way, if we strike, it would also count as an estrangement strategy.” Chen Xi, rubbing his chin, said.

Chen Xi always held an optimistic perspective on misfortunes. Hearing this, Zhou Yu nodded as well. If they get attacked despite such security levels, the Northern Huns’ first reaction would certainly be suspecting an insider, and given they wouldn’t investigate themselves, those Hu people supporting the Northern Huns would definitely be in trouble.

At this time, those summoned to the main tribe of the Northern Huns to guard it were recognized and extremely loyal miscellaneous Hun. If the Northern Huns were to suspect an insider among them, that would truly be a spectacle.

”Indeed, as long as we can reach there, the Northern Huns will surely suspect their most loyal miscellaneous Hun followers,” Zhou Yu nodded, ”but instead of worrying about these small matters, you should consider how we should deal with it once we arrive.”

”Isn’t that your job?” Chen Xi rolled his eyes and said.

Zhou Yu looked at Chen Xi with some frustration. He found a commonality between Chen Xi and Sun Ce: both had a habit of delegating tasks to others and then not doing the work themselves.

”Alright, no problem, to what extent should we fight?” Zhou Yu asked as he looked at Chen Xi.

”As long as the achievements outweigh the losses, we can keep fighting,” Chen Xi replied, looking at Zhou Yu.

”You really are a trouble,” Zhou Yu said, a bit exasperated, ”but I’ll take this task, but you’ll need to go with me so that if things go wrong, we both suffer the consequences.”

”I would have said the same thing even if you hadn’t,” Chen Xi shrugged, ”who do you plan to leave to guard us?”

”Li Zhengfang and Lyu Ziming!” Zhou Yu looked at Chen Xi and said.

”Well, although these two may have intentions toward me, given your execution and leadership, I won’t say much,” Chen Xi nodded.

Zhou Yu squinted slightly. Chen Xi’s remark also reminded Zhou Yu of the personalities of Li Yan and Lyu Meng. If Chen Xi hadn’t mentioned it, Zhou Yu wouldn’t have paid much attention to this, as Li Yan and the yet unpolished Lyu Meng might indeed do something irrational.

”Zhengfang, Ziming, come over.” Zhou Yu suddenly called out to Li Yan and Lyu Meng in the distance, and they quickly ran over.

Looking at Li Yan, who was just a few years older than them but whose demeanor was somewhat cold, and Lyu Meng, who was slightly stubborn yet not much younger, Chen Xi couldn’t help but smile. They indeed were not ones to be trifled with.

”In the upcoming battles, your main task is to protect Chen Zichuan and me. Get to know each other,” Zhou Yu said, looking at the two and sighing inwardly. He couldn’t help but recall Pang Tong and Liaoo Li, realizing his subordinates were all highly capable but temperamentally difficult individuals.

”Marquis Chen!” The two cupped their fists in salute, and Chen Xi slowly stood up and returned the salute, showing due respect. This visibly improved the expressions of Li Yan and Lyu Meng. Regardless of hostility, the young man before them was an extraordinary figure.

”Li Zhengfang, you lead the Danyang Troops? That’s good. Although they seem freshly recruited and haven’t personally experienced the Xiliang battles, I’m sure they’ve absorbed some lessons from their predecessors,” Chen Xi said with a smile to Li Yan.

”Yan will ensure the safety of both of you,” Li Yan said solemnly.

In fact, when Hua Xiong led the Xiliang Iron Cavalry over, the veterans who had been recalled after retiring from the Liangzhou battle ten years ago began to warn the new recruits about what and who to provoke or avoid.

Though donned with a new appearance, no longer as ragged as before, the aura was unmistakable to the Danyang veterans. This was the group of cavalry from the Jincheng battle under Dong Zhuo, capable of thousands defeating tens of thousands, and half of those currently maneuvering their horses had participated in that war.

For the soldiers, the mortality rate in ten battles was extremely high, starting to decline only after surviving ten major battles. The Xiliang Iron Cavalry that endured the Jincheng battle eventually formed the seeds of Li Jue, Fan Chou, Guo Si, Zhang Ji, and Hua Xiong’s main forces.

Over the years, half of them had dwindled, comprising the so-called four thousand who couldn’t farm but could kill, itching without battle. Only these individuals achieved the level of the Military Spirit Legion’s soldiers in terms of individual quality, experience, and combat instincts.