Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1595 - 1537: The Meeting

Hua Xiong led the Xiliang Iron Cavalry to easily crush the unprepared Northern Huns Elite Cavalry, basically without any pressure. No matter how formidable the dismounted cavalry were, they couldn’t withstand the superior Elite Cavalry.

After crushing three thousand Northern Huns Elite Cavalry, more time and effort was spent gathering the main Wuhuan forces in Lelang. Part of Lelang’s Wuhuan didn’t want to surrender to the Han Army, so ultimately, Chen Xi had to take drastic measures to eliminate part of Lelang’s Wuhuan Cavalry.

Even though this situation had been anticipated, when it actually occurred, Chen Xi could only mock the intelligence of those who underestimated the situation.

Fortunately, Su Puyan was a staunch loyalist to the Han. Chen Xi cautiously observed him, and it was clear that Su Puyan was even more enraged than Chen Xi at those who refused to surrender and were eliminated. Indeed, Liu Yu’s judgment wasn’t bad; he was an excellent guide.

It was also because of suppressing those who underestimated the situation that Chen Xi spent some time.

By the time Chen Xi arrived at the pre-arranged place with Liu Yu, Zhou Yu had already trained over seven thousand archers who could ride relying on saddles and stirrups.

As for those who could shoot while riding, a few dozen were cultivated. Although Southerners of this era were not naturally gifted in horsemanship, with so many people, there were bound to be a few exceptions. These dozens could be considered exceptions.

"Yo, Zhou Gongjin." From afar, Chen Xi spotted Zhou Yu. There was no helping it; compared to Chen Xi’s ordinary looks, Zhou Yu was truly handsome.

Though Chen Xi hadn’t ridden horses often, his riding skills weren’t considered poor. On one hand, his horse was very perceptive; on the other, the northern battlefield often required horse riding. Though carriages worked, sometimes speed was necessary.

"Marquis Chen." Zhou Yu had encountered Chen Xi before, but this was their first face-to-face meeting. Dressed in a Confucian robe, everyone naturally cleared a path, indicating who he was.

"Ha, don’t be so formal. It’s rare to meet someone around my age, with similar status. Being so formal makes me sad," Chen Xi said with a smile after dismounting.

Zhou Yu looked at Chen Xi, feeling a bit pressured. With a calm expression, he said, "Indeed, we are of similar age. Calling you ’Marquis Chen’ feels like I’m at a disadvantage."

"Hahaha, as expected of Zhou Gongjin. Let’s join forces. To be honest, you have something I lack the most." Chen Xi laughed and extended his hand, with utmost casualness, but Zhou Yu saw Chen Xi’s sincere side.

"It’s all for the country, united we benefit both." Zhou Yu clapped Chen Xi’s hand and said.

"Without Sun Bofu, does it feel a bit uncomfortable?" Chen Xi suddenly shifted the topic.

Zhou Yu’s face twitched. He suddenly felt that Chen Xi’s personality had some similarities to Sun Ce, seemingly having spontaneous moments, which wasn’t good news.

"Cough, cough, let’s discuss how to defeat the Northern Huns," Zhou Yu coughed a couple of times, suppressing the thought in his mind.

"Ha, does this need discussion? I’ll give a plan; you see if it works. If it does, we’ll execute it. I’ll make the plan, and you determine how to fight and command. Among today’s world’s Grand Commanders, how many do you think are better than you?" Chen Xi rolled his eyes and spoke frankly.

[This guy really has some similarities with Bofu, the part where the personality is a bit disconnected...] Zhou Yu thought with some twitching.

"You wouldn’t dare to answer, would you?" Chen Xi provocatively looked at Zhou Yu.

"Though it sounds a bit reckless, from what I understand of the situation, among today’s world, Grand Commanders, battlefield decisions that surpass mine..." Zhou Yu hesitated, not finishing the sentence, but the meaning was clear.

"Since this is the case, what are you afraid of? If you can’t win, then I surely can’t either. Even if we replace someone else, as many as we are, we still can’t win." Chen Xi shrugged indifferently. "So I’ll provide the plan, and you just execute it."

"Aren’t you afraid I might bury your entire troop, or even bury you here?" Zhou Yu couldn’t understand Chen Xi’s reverence and trust.

"Not afraid, unless I make a strategic error. If it’s a tactical mistake..." Chen Xi looked at Zhou Yu with a mischievous gaze.

Strategically correct, tactical mistakes must be Zhou Yu’s fault, and both Chen Xi and Zhou Yu would be unlucky. If the strategic plan was wrong, neither noticed it, and they deserved their fate.

"I see." Zhou Yu nodded. "Right, you handle the strategy, I handle the tactics, the battlefield is mine to command, planning is yours to create. If we lose the battle, it’s on me. If we’re annihilated, it’s your problem."

"Looks like we’re on the same page now, so I can discuss things with you properly." Chen Xi turned his head and shouted to Hua Xiong, "Bring me the map."

Hua Xiong hurried over with the map, and Wen Pin followed closely.

"This must be Wen Zhongye," Chen Xi had already learned Zhou Yu brought three commanders, and a young general northward, knowing who they were.

"Wen Pin, Wen Zhongye greets Marquis Chen," Wen Pin respectfully bowed, but his gaze was constantly on Hua Xiong.

"You’re quite good," Chen Xi nodded. Back then, if Wei Yan had brought Wen Pin along, they’d all be on his side. Such a pity.

"This is the map drawn by the Great Aristocratic Families I’ve recruited. It’s accurate, isn’t it? I remember you also had people come," Chen Xi said to Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu didn’t know what to say for a moment, as during the Aristocratic Family Alliance, Zhou Yu’s family was also involved.

Despite the Zhou Family seeming like little more than a transparent presence, in reality, their combat power was not weak. It’s just that their presence was never high. The Zhou Family, always fond of moving houses, still hadn’t gained a County Prestige title, but they had the foundation.

"This place is what I suspect to be the Northern Huns’ settlement," Chen Xi pointed to the map.

"Suspect?" Zhou Yu, while looking at the map, slowly raised his head to Chen Xi.

"Nonsense, of course it’s a hypothesis. If not guessing, then what? I couldn’t possibly set up an intelligence network in a place with no people," Chen Xi replied with annoyance.

Zhou Yu placed the map on his thigh, rubbed his temples, "So, all your strategies are based on this hypothetical possibility?"

"Yes, yes," Chen Xi nodded.

Zhou Yu was speechless; he realized Chen Xi’s unreliability rivaled Sun Ce’s.

"Don’t look at me like that; guessing and guessing have a big difference," Chen Xi rolled his eyes. What does that mistrustful look mean?

Chen Xi then broke down his step-by-step speculative process for Zhou Yu, who, as he listened, his eyes became brighter.

"I suddenly realize that if the Northern Huns aren’t here, they must be out of their minds!" Zhou Yu said with a face full of admiration. "You’re the only one I’ve seen who can deduce the overall picture from mere scattered clues."