Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

As dawn approached, the distant horizon seemed to be slowly unveiled by an unseen giant hand, revealing wisps of faint light.

The light, like a thin silver thread, gradually spread out, slowly illuminating the originally pitch-black night sky.

As time passed, the light grew stronger and stronger, eventually transforming into a soft, fish-belly white that gently covered the earth.

With dew clinging to his armor and bloodshot eyes, Cao Ren stared at the Xuzhou troops still blocking the official road in the distance.

Xiahou Dun's right hand had been bandaged and replaced with a new spear.

In the middle of the official road, there was still the warhorse that Zhang Fei had killed with a single spear thrust the night before.

After daybreak, Cao Ren finally saw clearly that apart from about a thousand soldiers on the official road, there were no other soldiers in the mountains and forests on both sides.

There was no ambush.

As long as there is no ambush, even if Zhang Fei blocks the road again, they can find a way around it.

But at that very moment, they heard the sound of a large cavalry charge coming from behind them.

Before the cavalry arrived, the vanguard scouts had already come.

Upon learning that reinforcements had arrived, Cao Ren immediately mounted his horse.

"I'm going to kill this Black Siren, Zixiao, don't stop me."

Xiahou Dun looked at Zhang Fei among the soldiers of Xuzhou.

Cao Ren did not speak, but instead looked at Zhang Fei, who was not far away.

After resting for a night, Zhang Fei stretched, then mounted his horse, his eyes also falling on Cao Ren.

"Hehe, your Grandpa Zhang has had a good rest. You guys are smart enough to leave!"

Zhang Fei mounted his horse, waved his hand, turned the horse around, and rode off into the distance.

Cao Ren and Xiahou Dun were both taken aback when they saw Zhang Fei turn around and leave.

Ran?

Zhang Fei actually ran away?

"Hey, you stop right there!" Xiahou Dun roared as he came to his senses.

However, Zhang Fei showed no intention of stopping, and even his Xuzhou army did not stop, running at a rapid pace.

Enraged, Xiahou Dun mounted his horse and prepared to give chase.

But Cao Ren, who was beside him, stopped him.

“Yuanrang, don’t cause any more trouble. We can deal with Zhang Fei’s matter later. Right now, it’s more important to avenge our elder brother.”

As Cao Ren spoke, the reinforcements that had come from behind arrived near the two of them.

After a brief rest, the two mounted their horses again and continued their pursuit along the official road.

............

Feiguo County, also known as Fei County.

This place got its name from the fact that it belonged to the State of Fei during the Zhou Dynasty.

In the first year of Duke Xi of Lu's reign, the town of Yi became the private fief of Ji You, a high-ranking official of the State of Lu. After the fourteenth year of King Kao of Zhou's reign, Ji You's descendant, the Ji Sun clan, established the State of Yi based on the town of Yi.

In the first month of the sixth year of Emperor Gaozu of the Western Han Dynasty, Han Xin was enfeoffed as the King of Chu, and the Fei region belonged to the State of Chu.

After Liu Bang unified the country, he enfeoffed princes and established prefectures and counties. Fei was then known as Fei County.

In the sixth year of Jianwu, Feicheng was transferred to Taishan Commandery of Yanzhou Prefecture and became a marquisate, one of the twelve cities of Taishan Commandery.

Feixian County is bordered by the Mengshan Mountains to the east and the Nishan Mountains to the west. The two mountains are separated by a narrow distance, and the Wushui River flows through the area, making it a strategic location.

The Wu River, which runs almost through the entire Taishan Prefecture, once again flows from west to east for dozens of miles, blocking the road between Mengshan and Nishan, forming a narrow passage.

At this time, the Wushui River, formed by the melting snow and ice, rushes down from upstream.

Ice floes can still be faintly seen floating on the river surface.

Countless refugees arrived at this place after a night of trekking.

At this time, the city gates of Feixian were tightly closed.

The officials and garrison inside the city were on high alert, watching the countless refugees scattered across the mountains and fields outside the city.

The soldiers on the city wall had sweaty palms as they gripped their weapons.

With so many refugees, one can only imagine the consequences if the city were to fall.

In particular, among the refugees, there were many Yellow Turban rebels with yellow turbans wrapped around their heads.

Qingzhou and Yanzhou were the two places where the Yellow Turban rebels were most prevalent at that time.

The officials here were almost all wiped out by the Yellow Turban rebels last year.

Now, when local officials see or even talk about the Yellow Turban rebels, they turn pale with fear.

Not to mention that the mountains and plains outside the city were now filled with Yellow Turban refugees.

However, seeing that these refugees did not seem to have any intention of attacking or seizing the city, the officials and soldiers on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief.

And so, the officials on the city wall watched helplessly as countless refugees migrated downstream along the Wu River.

Around noon, the magistrate, who was resting behind the battlements, suddenly heard the soldiers exclaim in alarm. Startled, the magistrate quickly stood up.

Looking down into the distance from his vantage point, the magistrate discovered that a massive, dark army was surging towards the refugees on the plains outside the city, heading towards the northwest of Fei County.

Meanwhile, the refugees who were nearby and had not yet been hit by the army hurriedly fled in panic.

Some even came down to the city walls, clinging to the walls and gates, begging the people on the walls to open them.

"Don't open the door!"

The magistrate shouted, "Block the city gates! Block them completely! The city gates must not be opened under any circumstances!"

The county magistrate, his face filled with panic, shouted loudly.

With so many refugees, what would happen if they entered the city?

Looking at the densely packed crowd of refugees below the city wall, the magistrate felt dizzy and lightheaded.

However, the army that appeared in the distance was like a giant meat grinder.

Everywhere he went, there were corpses and blood.

The magistrate could vaguely see the black banners and countless white pennants, on which there seemed to be a large character "Cao".

Behind Feixian County lies the surging Wushui River.

At this moment, Liu Bei was standing on the north bank of the Wu River.

"Brother, the Yanzhou army is already catching up!"

Zhang Fei, riding up to Liu Bei, spoke to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei stood calmly on the riverbank, his gaze fixed on the countless refugees fleeing across the plain.

Most of the elderly, women, and children who had been running for a day were exhausted.

"Cross the river!"

Liu Bei suddenly uttered two words.

"what?"

Zhang Fei was taken aback.

Then he looked at the Wushui River behind Liu Bei.

Crossing the river?

"Brother, can't we just go down the Wu River from here and get across?" Zhang Fei asked, puzzled.

It was easy for these men to cross the river, since they were strong and healthy soldiers.

However, most of the refugees behind them were the elderly, women, and children. Crossing the river at this time would mean facing pursuers.

“If we go downstream along the Wu River, we will be chased. Crossing the river at this time might save some people from crossing.”

After saying this, Liu Bei turned the dock around and took the lead in crossing the Wu River.

In early February, the river water that reached my waist was icy cold and bone-chilling.

The underwater terrain is uneven and slippery, with wet stones that can easily cause you to slip and fall if you're not careful.

The soldiers had already developed a tacit understanding, and when crossing the river, they mostly held hands to resist the swift current.

After Liu Bei led the first batch of soldiers across the river, a large number of bewildered refugees followed Liu Bei's army to cross the river as well.

"Mother...I'm scared."

Xiaoyu nestled in her mother's arms, looking up at the woman with wide, terrified eyes.

The woman's eyes were also filled with fear, but she still tried her best to comfort her daughter in her arms, pretending to be strong.

"Yu'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The woman hugged her daughter tightly and said, "Hold on tight to your mother, don't let go, you must hold on tight to your mother."

Yu'er, her face covered in dirt and tear stains, nodded and pressed her head against her mother's chest, which wasn't exactly warm, but gave her a strange sense of security.

Suppressing her fear, the woman stepped into the icy, bone-chilling river.

The next second, the woman frowned and clenched her teeth tightly.

Sharp stones pierced the soles of her worn-out straw sandals, and the icy river water washed over her tattered burlap trousers. The rushing water made the woman feel unsteady as soon as she entered the water.

But holding her daughter in her arms, the woman gritted her teeth and pressed her feet firmly against the stones in the riverbed, letting the sharp stones pierce her soles.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Every step was extremely difficult.

Most of the people around me, like women, were struggling to walk forward in the icy river.

It's as if a bright future lies just across the river, which is only a few dozen meters wide.

Suddenly, just as the woman was struggling to walk with her daughter in her arms, something rushed down from upstream and hit her leg.

Before the woman could react, she was grabbed tightly.

The woman, who was already unsteady on her feet, lost her footing and fell directly into the icy river water.

"Yu'er!"

"Jade....."

“Yu’er...”

The woman, struggling in the river, desperately raised her hands, trying to pull her daughter to the surface.

However, each time the river flooded, it forced large amounts of cold, muddy river water into the woman's mouth.

"mother....."

"mother....."

The terrified little girl cried out, frantically grabbing at the water with her hands.

Suddenly a large hand grabbed the girl's struggling little hand and pulled her out of the river.

A middle-aged man took the girl's hand and hugged her.

"Cough cough..."

"Mother, mother..."

The little girl, held in someone's arms, pointed to the woman being swept downstream by the river, warm tears welling up in her eyes.

But the woman no longer had the strength to struggle and had no hope of standing up.

She could only be dragged down to the bottom of the river by someone who was also unfortunate and whose name was never left behind, just like her, who was swept downstream by the river.

He only looked at his daughter one last time with a lingering gaze as he surfaced.

PS: To provide a more intuitive understanding of the terrain, we have added the terrain's geographical location.