Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

Yang Hong was extremely anxious. He wiped the rain from his face and said anxiously, "My lord, we can't hesitate any longer! Let's abandon the ship and transfer to a small boat to break out from the gap between the warships. If we are late, we will all die here!" As he said this, he ignored Yuan Shu's struggle and pulled him to the side of the ship, while calling out to his guards, "Quick, prepare the boat and protect my lord's evacuation!"

All around, the cries of battle grew increasingly deafening. Sun Ce's allied forces were drawing closer. Flames from the warships shot up into the sky, illuminating the gloomy sky. Yuan Shu, staring at the desperate situation before him, finally stamped his foot fiercely. Flanked by Yang Hong and his personal guards, he ran towards the boats, his heart filled with regret and resentment.

On the stormy battlefield, shouts of killing and the clash of weapons mingled and echoed. Blood and rain mingled, flowing through the cracks of the warships, staining the river crimson. Lei Bo and Li Feng were driven back by the enemy's ferocious assault. Their armor was riddled with holes, their bodies bruised. The rain seeped into their wounds, causing excruciating pain, but their instinct for survival kept them gritting their teeth and holding on.

Amidst the fierce battle, the two men kept a furtive eye on Yuan Shu's movements on the flagship. Seeing Yuan Shu, at Yang Hong's urging, staggering and preparing to abandon ship, Lei Bo, anxious, screamed at Li Feng, "Our lord has fled, let's retreat quickly too. If we're too late, we'll be dead!" Li Feng, his face covered in blood, nodded with difficulty. The two men covered each other, fighting and retreating.

Huang Gai, shirtless, his muscular body glistening coldly under the rain. He clutched his broadsword and roared like thunder, "You thief, don't even think about succeeding!" He unleashed his power with his foot, like a streak of black lightning, charging towards Li Feng. Li Feng's heart tightened, and he quickly spun around, sword raised to meet the blow. Huang Gai's broadsword, engulfed in a whirring sound, came crashing down with immense force. Li Feng struggled to block it, but a resounding clang sent sparks flying. His arm went numb from the shock, and he retreated several steps.

Huang Gai's attack continued, his sword techniques were sharp and varied, and each strike went straight to the vital points. Li Feng was caught in a dilemma and could only barely parry. The two of them exchanged more than ten moves in the blink of an eye. Li Feng's physical strength gradually ran out, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Huang Gai spotted the flaw, shouted loudly, and jumped high. His sword swung from top to bottom, drawing a cold light. Li Feng tried his best to raise his sword to block, but he could not resist this overwhelming force. With a "crack", his long sword broke in the middle, and the blade fragments flew. At the same time, Huang Gai's sword slashed Li Feng's shoulder fiercely, the blade penetrated the flesh several inches, blood gushed out, Li Feng screamed and fell to one knee. Huang Gai kicked the broken knife away from Li Feng's hand without any hesitation. He gripped the handle with both hands, pulled it out suddenly, and swung it horizontally. Li Feng's neck was cut by the sharp blade, and his head was almost cut off. His body slowly fell down, and blood spurted like a fountain, spreading on the deck.

Zu Mao, brandishing his twin swords, charged left and right through the enemy horde, working closely with Huang Gai as they pursued the fleeing Yuan Shu troops. Sun Ce, wielding his spear, exuded a chilling aura, his killing spree unstoppable. He spotted Lei Bo desperately fleeing toward the edge of the warship, his eyes sharp, his foot tapping the deck lightly, and he took off like an arrow.

Lei Bo heard the hurried footsteps behind him and turned back in horror, only to see Sun Ce's face grim, his spear thrusting at him like a venomous snake. His heart and fear shattered, and in panic he raised his sword to block. With a deafening "clang" sound, the metal collision made Lei Bo's arm numb and his knuckles cracked, bleeding profusely. Sun Ce's attack was unstoppable, not giving Lei Bo a chance to breathe. He shook his spear, and the tip of the spear transformed into several cold lights, stabbing at Lei Bo from different angles. Lei Bo gritted his teeth and fought hard to parry, dancing the long sword in his hand tightly, trying to block Sun Ce's fierce attack. The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, and Lei Bo gradually became exhausted. Sweat beads covered his forehead, mixed with rain, and his vision became blurred.

Sun Ce noticed Lei Bo's fatigue, and a flicker of determination flashed across his eyes. He shouted loudly, and the force of his spear suddenly changed. The spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight for Lei Bo's throat. Lei Bo couldn't dodge in time and could only barely block with his long sword. With a "puff", Sun Ce's spear pierced Lei Bo's arm, the tip of the spear piercing his back, and blood dripped down the spear shaft. Lei Bo screamed, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". Sun Ce kicked Lei Bo away and pulled out his spear violently. Lei Bo's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the deck. His limbs twitched a few times, and then he was motionless.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by the bloody and tragic scene. The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and death. The rain kept washing away the blood on the deck, but it could not wash away the traces left by this brutal battle.

Yuan Shu, flanked by Yang Hong and his personal guards, stumbled toward the boat. A howling wind and a torrential downpour lashed his battered body mercilessly. He slipped and nearly fell. Finally catching himself, he looked out into the distance, only to see the bloody chaos of the battlefield. Lei Bo and Li Feng lay in a pool of blood, their lives unknown.

Instantly, Yuan Shu felt his scalp tingle, his spirits trembling, his legs giving way, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. "Lei Bo! Li Feng!" he cried out at the top of his lungs, his voice instantly swallowed by the wind and rain. Shock and grief washed over him like a surging tide, and his eyes flushed unconsciously.

Yang Hong was so anxious that he dared not delay for a moment. He grabbed Yuan Shu's arm and shouted, "My lord, the two generals are gone. We are powerless to save the situation. Escape is the most important thing!"

Yuan Shu regained consciousness, his face filled with pain and resentment. He wiped the rain from his face fiercely and roared, "I never expected to be defeated so completely! I will repay you double for today's vengeance tomorrow!"

Yang Hong urged, "My lord, as long as there is life, there is hope. Let's get out of this damn place first!" After that, he and a group of personal guards pulled and dragged Yuan Shu onto the boat in a hurry.

The boat was tossed up and down on the turbulent river. Yuan Shu looked back at the battlefield, where the warships were burning and flames were rising into the sky. He secretly swore in his heart that if he could escape this disaster, he would make a comeback and reverse this disastrous defeat.

Yuan Shu and Yang Hong huddled in their small boat, paddling furiously as they fled across the turbulent river. Rain poured into the boat, soaking their clothes and chilling them to the bone, but they remained oblivious, their minds preoccupied with a single thought: escape as far as possible.

Yuan Shu kept glancing back in fear, fearing Sun Ce's pursuers would catch up in the blink of an eye. The howling wind blew his hair into a mess, the wet strands plastering his face, making him look extremely miserable. He gasped for breath, his voice trembling as he said to Yang Hong, "If we can escape this time, we must regroup. Those who betrayed me will pay the price!"

Yang Hong paddled hard and nodded, his face full of fatigue and fear. "Don't worry, my lord. As long as we keep our lives, we still have a chance."

However, they were so eager to escape that they were completely unaware that Gan Ning and his Jinfan troops were watching their every move like lurking wolves. Seeing Yuan Shu and his men board the boat, Gan Ning's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint, and a cold smile curved his lips. He swung his sword fiercely and shouted, "Brothers, chase! Don't let that old thief Yuan Shu get away!"

The Jinfan troops shouted in unison, rowed their warships, and rushed towards Yuan Shu's small boat like an arrow from a bow. The warships split the huge waves, and the water splashed in the torrential rain.

Torrential rain poured down, splashing down on the turbulent river. Sun Ce stood at the bow, his cloak rustling in the fierce wind. He held a spear, his figure erect as a pine tree, and shouted, "Men, do not spare a single enemy!" His voice pierced the wind and rain, reaching every ship. Zhou Yu sat firmly on the command ship, a feather fan and a long scarf in hand, his expression calm and composed, commanding his naval forces with measured precision. His sharp gaze scanned the battlefield, and according to the enemy's movements, he issued precise and timely orders, directing his warships like nimble fish, weaving in and out of the enemy's ranks, destroying Yuan Shu's fleet one by one.

On the river, the cries of battle were deafening, and the warships collided with a dull thud. Sun Ce led the charge, leaping aboard the enemy ships and engaging in fierce close combat. His spear swung with impenetrable force, its icy gleam gleaming as the enemy soldiers fell one after another. Inspired by their commander's words, the soldiers' morale soared, and each one bravely fought to be the first. The cries of battle, the clashing of weapons, and the screams of the enemy mingled like a heroic war song.

Sun Ce was covered in blood, his battle robe drenched in rain and blood, clinging to his body. He held a spear, the tip still dripping with the enemy's blood, and kicked aside the enemy soldiers in front of him, finally stepping onto Yuan Shu's flagship.

The main ship was in shambles. The tattered flag fluttered in the strong wind. Soldiers' bodies lay scattered on the ground, blood and rainwater oozing through the cracks in the deck. Sun Ce's eyes darted around him like lightning, and he shouted, "Yuan Shu! Get out here!" His voice echoed through the wind and rain, revealing unwavering authority and fury.

His soldiers also rushed onto the main ship and quickly took control of the situation. However, after a thorough search, there was no trace of Yuan Shu. Sun Ce frowned, a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart. He grabbed a wounded soldier from Yuan Shu's army and demanded, "Where is Yuan Shu? Tell me!" The soldier, pale with fear, replied tremblingly, "Sir, General Yuan... Yuan... he has already escaped by boat."

Upon hearing this, Sun Ce's eyes flashed with regret and resentment. He flung the soldier away and slammed his fist against the mast beside him, roaring, "Let that old thief get away!" Rain streamed down his cheeks, soaking his resolute features. He gazed at the vast river, clenched his spear, and vowed silently, "Yuan Shu, if I meet you again, I will tear you into pieces and avenge the soldiers who died in today's battle!"

Meanwhile, on the shore, Ma Chao, like a furious lion, led his soldiers in a fierce attack on Yuan Shu's reinforcements, who had yet to board their ships. He wielded his spear, its tip gleaming coldly in the rain, and each thrust was met with screams of agony. Zhang Liao and Zhang Ren followed closely beside him, the three men fearlessly charging like tigers descending the mountains. Zhang Liao wielded his broadsword, its flashing blade gleaming with deadly force; Zhang Ren, with his exquisite swordsmanship and nimble movements, weaved freely among the enemy, striking each blow with his sword.

Yuan Shu's reinforcements were completely defeated, their armor and armor abandoned, powerless to fight back. Panicked, the soldiers fled in all directions, some even leaping into the turbulent river, instantly swallowed by the surging current. Seeing the situation hopeless, the remaining soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt in surrender, their heads in their hands, trembling, rain streaming down their cheeks, their eyes filled with fear and despair.