High Martial Arts Three Kingdoms: The Incompetent Strategist

He was already at a disadvantage, and then his mind wandered for a moment, and he was stabbed in the thigh. Blood quickly stained his trouser leg, and the pain almost made him fall. He forced out a muffled groan.

"I'm doomed!" Before he could decide who he wanted to appear in a dream to avenge him after his death, he suddenly felt a heavy slap on his buttocks, and he rolled down the mountain involuntarily.

The sound of Tang Ke's unrestrained laughter reached my ears.

"Report! The strategist has defeated Guan Hai and broken through the first barrier."

Zhang Jiao frowned involuntarily. Although Guan Hai was only a fourth-rank official, he had personally trained him and had laid an ambush beforehand. How could he be defeated by a civil servant who was powerless?

"Report! The strategist has severely injured Pei Yuanshao and broken through the second barrier."

Ma Yuanyi stood up, looked at Zhang Jiao's increasingly grim face, hesitated for a long time, but finally held back.

"Report..."

"Good, good, good." Zhang Jiao finally couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Good disciple, I never thought your master had misjudged you."

Ma Yuanyi bowed and said, "Master, this person has been hiding his strength and lying in wait for so many years. He has ulterior motives. If we send him away, he will cause great trouble. It would be better for us to capture him as soon as possible to avoid future problems."

"Yes, let's bring him back."

"If he runs away, we're all doomed."

Ma Yuanyi started it, and the others immediately burst into laughter like firecrackers that had been lit.

"It's alright, Chu'er has been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time, he can't escape."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuanyi breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhang Chu couldn't defeat him, it would be a waste for anyone else to go.

The others finally breathed a sigh of relief. That was the second strongest expert in the Taiping Dao after Zhang Jiao. Even if there were ten Tang guests, they could easily capture him.

"boom!"

A long spear descended from the sky, piercing the ground and blocking Tang Ke's path.

"Young Strategist, please wait." A clear, cold voice came from behind.

Only one person in the entire Taiping Dao called him that.

Zhang Chu!

Tang Ke squeezed the horse's belly with both legs, forcefully stopping the horse in place.

A figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, drew his spear and thrust it forward, the spear flowers dancing like snowflakes in the sky, incredibly fast.

Despite his strength as a fifth-rank official, Tang Ke was utterly powerless to fight back. He and his horse were knocked back more than ten steps by the enemy's foot soldiers, and he fell heavily to the ground, landing face-first in the mud.

A young woman slowly walked forward. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a green long gown and a butterfly hairpin in her hair. She had delicate features, fair skin, and a graceful figure. She carried an ink-colored oil-paper umbrella on her back.

"Senior Sister, are you coming to kill me too?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

Zhang Chu immediately unleashed a spear strike, repeating the same spear technique he had used earlier, but with a speed almost halved and a force three to five times greater.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting. Senior Sister, you're really something, give me a way out."

Tang Ke barely managed to parry dozens of rounds, getting drenched in sweat and panting heavily, deeply understanding the feelings he had just experienced when he had brutally beaten Guan Hai.

"Traitor, yet you dare to speak so eloquently and flatteringly."

Zhang Chu leaped into the air, his long spear transforming into two short spears, like two fiery dragons descending from the sky.

This move, "Double Dragons Rushing to the Moon," is Zhang Chu's unique secret technique, which she never shows to others easily. However, Tang Ke has seen her use it countless times, yet he still cannot dodge it.

Tang Ke's basic marksmanship was like child's play in front of her. His hand went numb, and the gun in his hand was snapped in half.

"Stop fighting. If you keep fighting, the others will catch up, and you'll really be living the life of a widow."

Tang Ke also realized that Zhang Chu was at least a seventh-rank official, and if he really wanted to kill him, he would probably be dealt with in a few moves.

She finished demonstrating one set of marksmanship and immediately started repeating it in a loop, clearly there to teach me marksmanship.

"What do you mean by 'living widow'? You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."

With a clang, Zhang Chu twisted the two pieces of the gun together and handed them to Tang Ke, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Father did indeed want me to lie in wait here and kill you, but you know I've never really listened to him."

"This is?"

"The Frost Moon Spear was specially made for me by my father when I was a child, but now that I use an umbrella, I don't need it anymore. I'll give it to you for self-defense. Remember that Frost Star Cold Moon Spear Technique?"

"To show hospitality for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief."

Tang Ke took the spear while complaining; he really needed a suitable weapon right now.

"Get lost, don't try again." Zhang Chu made a move to snatch it.

"Yes, yes, yes." Tang Ke slung the gun over his shoulder. "I won't thank you enough. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Escaping is the priority."

"You heartless bastard." Zhang Chu looked intently into Tang Ke's eyes. "Father said you believed our uprising was doomed to fail, right?"

Tang Ke hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Yes, at least that's the situation right now. That's why I've been advising Master not to make unnecessary sacrifices, but to wait and see how things develop before starting anything."

"Perhaps you're right, but some things are done knowingly because they're impossible." Zhang Chu's tone was very firm, as if he were reinforcing his belief.

Tang Ke remained silent. Although he was not a pure egoist, he was not exactly a person of high moral character either.

He admired those who dedicated themselves to their ideals, but that was all.

Zhang Chu gave a wry smile, hesitated for a moment, and finally said only, "When will we meet again?"

"Wait until I bring my army to capture you and take you back to be my bandit queen!"

Tang Ke mounted his horse and rode away.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Chu kicked a pebble on the ground and slammed it hard into Tang Ke's back.

"Ouch!" Tang Ke deliberately made an exaggerated pig-like squeal, hoping to distract Zhang Chu from his sorrow.

His feelings for Zhang Chu were peculiar, not like simple romantic love; he felt more respect for her spirit of dedicating everything to her faith.

The same applies to Zhang Jiao.

Although Zhang Jiao never adopted his advice, and although his fate of failure was already sealed.

Although he went to great lengths to dig such a big hole for himself.

But he only had respect for this person who came from humble beginnings but left a great mark on history; otherwise, he wouldn't have traveled thousands of miles to Jizhou immediately after time travel.

Throughout five thousand years of history, when people encounter dire straits and lose hope in life, there should always be someone to light a lamp for them.

At this point, what they needed was not someone like themselves who could rationally assess gains and losses, but a spiritual leader who could lead them in revolt against tyranny.

Even if they passed away before they could fully realize their talents and were lost in the long river of history, at least they represented the infinite possibilities of history.

"Senior Sister, the uprising may not succeed, but this turbulent world will eventually see the light of day again!"

With her final respect for her father, the great teacher, Tang Ke uttered that slogan that has resonated for thousands of years.

"The blue sky has died, the yellow sky shall rise, the year is Jiazi, and the world will be blessed!"

Zhang Chu watched the departing figure under the blood-red setting sun, his smile gradually fading.

The next time we meet, we'll be true enemies!