Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

Seeing Yuan Shu's army retreat in panic, Ma Chao's eyes flashed with determination. How could he let this golden opportunity to inflict a crushing defeat slip by? He raised his spear high, its tip gleaming coldly in the rain. He roared with a voice as powerful as a bell: "Men, kill! Do not let a single enemy escape!" With that, like a flash of black lightning, he charged at the fleeing Yuan Shu troops. Zhang Liao and Zhang Ren exchanged a glance, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit. Without hesitation, they followed. Like tigers descending from the mountains, the three of them pounced on Yuan Shu's troops, who had barely managed to board their warships.

At this moment, a fierce wind howled across the river, and a torrential downpour poured down. Bean-sized raindrops pounded the ground, sending up layers of water and making the already muddy mountain path even more slippery and difficult to navigate. Yuan Shu's soldiers slipped and fell, only to be overtaken by Ma Chao and his men before they could even rise. Ma Chao's spear danced like a dragon emerging from the sea, sending tassels flying and blood splattering everywhere he went. Soldiers screamed and fell, and the muddy water around them instantly dyed a dark red.

Zhang Liao wielded his broadsword, its blade gleaming with a gleaming force. Each swing carried immense power. He slashed left and right, his eyes bloodshot with killing intent, radiating a terrifying aura. Seeing this, Le Jue's heart tightened. He quickly gathered a group of elite soldiers, attempting to mount an effective resistance and reverse the defeat. But Zhang Liao, like a beast stalking its prey, charged straight at him.

Le Ju bravely raised his sword to meet the attack. Though his face remained composed, his hand gripping the hilt trembled slightly. Zhang Liao shouted, leaping high into the air. Using the momentum, he launched his sword towards Le Ju with a whirring sound, the force of a mountain bearing down on him. Le Ju hurriedly raised his sword to block the blow. With a loud snap, the immense force of the blow shattered Zhang Liao's blade, cleaving it in two and sending it soaring into the air.

Le Jue was horrified. Before he could react, Zhang Liao's broadsword struck again. This time, it was aimed at his neck. Le Jue instinctively tried to dodge, but his footing slipped and he lost his balance. Zhang Liao's broadsword struck him with unerring precision. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering into the surrounding muddy water, creating strange, bloody flowers. Le Jue's eyes widened in fear and resentment. His body swayed a few times before he slowly fell, splashing the muddy water.

Zhang Ren weaved through the enemy ranks, his swordsmanship exquisite. His movements were nimble and ghostly, his longsword wielded like a venomous snake, piercing the enemy's vital points with pinpoint precision. Yuan Shu's soldiers were terrified and fled in all directions. Some, panicking, headed straight for the river, only to miss a step and fall into the turbulent water, instantly swallowed by the surging current.

The battlefield was a shambles, blood mixed with rainwater trickling down the hillside. Wails and screams echoed in the wind and rain for a long time. Ma Chao, Zhang Liao, and Zhang Ren, leading the Shu army, charged left and right through the chaotic enemy forces, unhindered, harvesting lives with abandon, turning Yuan Shu's retreat route into a bloody death tunnel.

Yuan Shu stood atop the flagship, gazing at the bloody scene below, his face turning pale and blue, his heart aching with anxiety. Rain streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the cold sweat that streamed down his forehead. He gripped the side of the ship tightly, his knuckles white from the strain, oblivious to the painstaking effort. The battlefield was filled with wailing, blood splattered freely in the mud. His painstakingly assembled mountain-attack force had been decimated by Ma Chao and his men, leaving corpses strewn across the ground. Each scene hammered at his heart like a sledgehammer.

However, he had no time to dwell on his grief and anger, for a far more catastrophic crisis loomed. Turning, he saw the allied navy of Sun Ce and Zhou Yu approaching like a surging tide, their warships cleaving through the heavy rain, riding the wind and waves. The moment the warships collided, a dull, violent crash echoed, like thunder exploding on the river.

Sun Ce led the charge, spear in hand, like a god of war descending from the heavens, roaring and leaping aboard Yuan Shu's warships. His eyes burned with rage, and his presence radiated a chilling aura. Each strike was swift and devastating, striking the enemy's vital points. Inspired by his aura, the soldiers followed with a roar, surging aboard the enemy ships like a tide. Zhou Yu, standing on his own warship, calmly commanded the entire situation, rhythmically waving his feather fan and issuing commands one after another, orchestrating the soldiers' attacks and ensuring their coordinated movements were seamless and effective.

Caught off guard by the ferocious onslaught, Yuan Shu's soldiers frantically took up arms to resist. However, their low morale and disorganized command made it impossible to withstand the coalition's onslaught. The two sides engaged in close combat, a flash of swords and the clashing of weapons intertwined in a deafening cacophony of shouts and clashes. Blood flowed across the deck, mixing with rainwater and flowing down the side of the ship into the surging river.

The rain poured down like a thick curtain of water, impervious to the elements. Standing atop a warship, Yuan Shu gazed upon the advancing forces of Sun Ce and Zhou Yu, his heart aching. He hurriedly ordered a long-range attack. However, in such inclement weather, rockets proved impossible to ignite, leaving the only recourse to crossbowmen.

The crossbowmen struggled to form their ranks in the rain, which blurred their vision and soaked their bowstrings. They strained their bows and arrows, shooting at the enemy. However, the torrential downpour severely affected their accuracy, and most of the arrows missed their targets, falling into the turbulent river, creating only tiny splashes before disappearing in an instant.

At the same time, Sun Ce and Zhou Yu's warships surged forward like black dragons, tearing through the waves with unstoppable force. Their foreparts lifted high, cleaving through the waves, their spray mingling with the rain. With a resounding, dull thud, the two warships collided heavily, their hulls rocking violently.

Seeing this, Shamoke roared and led the Shanyue troops out like tigers descending from the mountains. Armed with short axes and blades, they exuded a wild aura, fearless in the wind and rain. With nimble movements, the Shanyue quickly climbed onto Yuan Shu's warships, their axes wielding in a flash of cold light and splashing blood.

Zu Mao and Huang Gai were not to be outdone. Huang Gai went shirtless, revealing his muscular build. The rain pelted him, trickling down his muscular arms. He gripped his broadsword tightly, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. Before the warship had even come to a complete stop, he leaped, the first to leap onto the deck of Yuan Shu's army, roaring, "Death to the rebels!" His voice echoed through the wind and rain, filled with boundless passion and strength.

For a moment, shouts of killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined, deafening. On the deck, the soldiers engaged in fierce close combat, swords flashing and sabers flashing, blood staining the rain red. Sun Ce, spear in hand, charged left and right through the enemy horde, unstoppable. Zhou Yu calmly commanded from the rear, mobilizing the troops and ensuring the smooth progress of the attack. Under this fierce attack, Yuan Shu's soldiers were defeated step by step, their morale plummeting to a freezing point.

Under the overwhelming onslaught of Sun Ce's coalition forces, Yuan Shu's defenses crumbled like a sandbank battered by a surging tide. Warship after warship was bathed in fire and blood, and in a short period of time, several were captured by Sun Ce's soldiers. Sun Ce's flags fluttered freely in the storm, like flaming flames, as if heralding the dawn of victory.

Yuan Shu stood atop the flagship, his face pale as a sheet. Beads of sweat mingled with the rain, his hands trembling uncontrollably. Despair and fear filled his heart, his eyes filled with panic. The warships were jostling and colliding, the decks in chaos, and even a chance to retreat seemed impossible. Gazing at the advancing enemy, Yuan Shu's voice trembled with panic. Turning to Lei Bo and Li Feng beside him, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quick, take your men and hold them back! Don't let them get close to my warships!" His voice trembled with a desperation he had never heard before.

Lei Bo and Li Feng exchanged a glance, sensing helplessness and determination in each other's eyes. They gritted their teeth and obeyed the order. They quickly gathered their remaining elite soldiers and charged forward to meet Sun Ce's coalition forces. Lei Bo, gripping his halberd tightly with both hands, roared aloud, and like a tiger emerging from the mountains, leaped aboard a warship engaged in fierce fighting. He roared relentlessly, each swing of his halberd emitting a whirring sound and streaking with cold light, sending the approaching enemy retreating in fear. Li Feng, broadsword in hand, followed closely behind, his footsteps steady and steady, his blade flashing as he and Lei Bo coordinated their efforts, attempting to maintain their footing amidst the chaotic battle.

However, Sun Ce's coalition's offensive was like a raging tsunami, completely unstoppable. The Shanyue tribe, led by Shamoke, were fearless, their cries echoing fiercely in the wind and rain. Their axes, like deadly ghosts, slashed relentlessly at Yuan Shu's soldiers. Huang Gai fought shirtless, his muscular muscles dripping with rainwater. He gripped his broadsword with both hands, his blade whirring with ferocity. Each blow carried immense force, and no one could withstand more than a few rounds of resistance.

At this point, Gan Ning was at the forefront. Like a bolt of black lightning, he and his bridal band of soldiers charged directly towards Yuan Shu's flagship. Led by Gan Ning, the bridal band of soldiers moved with agility and ferocity, darting between the warships. Blades in hand, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, they crushed Yuan Shu's soldiers wherever they went, their blood staining the deck beneath their feet and flowing through the cracks into the surging river.

Lei Bo, utterly anxious, fought with all his might while shouting to Li Feng, "This won't work! We must find a way to break out, or we'll all die here!" Li Feng's face was filled with anxiety, sweat and rain mingling. He gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do but to grit his teeth and continue fighting. Yuan Shu, on the flagship, watched the approaching enemy with despair. He shouted at the top of his lungs to urge his soldiers to resist, but it was all in vain. The shadow of death loomed over him, like an invisible hand dragging him into an endless abyss.

On the battlefield, the cries of battle, the clashing of weapons, the screams of soldiers, and the roar of wind and rain mingled in a despairing elegy. Yang Hong, his face filled with panic, scrambled to Yuan Shu's side, grabbed his arm, and spoke in a trembling, urgent voice, "My lord, the situation is hopeless! Let's retreat! If we don't leave now, it will be too late!" His eyes were wide, filled with fear and anxiety, as rain streamed down his cheeks, soaking his clothes.

Yuan Shu's face sank as he gazed upon the river, bathed in fire and blood, the captured warships, and the surging Sun Ce coalition. His body trembled uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment, his fists clenched until they crackled, yet he knew full well that nothing could be done. "Retreat? Where can we retreat? The warships are all crammed here, how can we retreat?" Yuan Shu roared, his voice tinged with despair and rage, his forehead veins bulging.