Surviving as Guan Yu in the Three Kingdoms

One of the Yellow Turbans pointed at us and shouted.

“There, those bastards! They’re wearing such shiny armor! Stealing just one could change your fate!”

With little, no, without any exaggeration, the perceived value of the armor our soldiers are wearing now would be about equivalent to an apartment in Korea.

Add the weapons to that, and it’s like they’re armed with a mid-size sedan and a house, so it’s no wonder the eyes of the Yellow Turbans, who have lived in poverty all their lives, are rolling back.

How could they resist when there’s a living lottery right in front of their eyes?

The guys blinded by the armor came running towards us, even drooling.

“Armor! That armor is mine!!”
“Hand over your armor and weapons and we’ll let you live!”
“Hehehe, cute things. Give it all up!”

Phew, I expected them to charge like madmen, obsessed like this.

But them rushing in while drooling like rabid dogs is a bit beyond what I imagined.

It’s so ridiculous that I can’t help but sigh, but pests need to be exterminated, right?

“Attention!”

Although they didn’t turn their heads towards me like during training since the enemy was in front, an atmosphere emanated from the soldiers that they could follow my orders at any time.

No matter how disorganized they were, if you drill them to death every day with guerrilla calisthenics and drills, they all become elite soldiers, don’t they?

Unlike the Yellow Turbans rushing in mindlessly, Liu Bei’s soldiers responded to my words in an orderly manner.

“Attention!”
“Spearmen, lower spears, crossbowmen, aim towards the enemy and prepare to shoot!”

As the order fell, our allied soldiers formed their formation as they had trained countless times.

The spearmen created a perfect long spear formation without a gap for water to seep through, ready to turn the enemies into human skewers if they came in.

The crossbowmen aimed their crossbows at about a 45-degree angle, waiting for the order to fire.

Looking around, I saw that the soldiers led by commanders including Zhang Fei and Liu Bei were all waiting in the same state.

At this point, the Yellow Turbans should realize they’ve been fooled, but perhaps intoxicated by their large numbers.

Even seeing our army’s systematically arranged formation, they’re rushing in without showing any signs of fear.

They’re like runaway locomotives with broken brakes.

“What kind of idiots are these government troops that get robbed by guys like these, really.”

As I voiced my complaint, Liu Bei, in the center of the army, ordered.

“The enemy has no armor! So aim for their bodies and stab their necks as we trained! As soon as the long spearmen stab the enemy, crossbowmen shoot until you run out of arrows!”

In dramas and comics, soldiers often die immediately when hit by arrows or swords even when wearing armor.

Because of that, many people think its defensive power is weak, but that’s all a misconception.

In reality, even if you stab with a spear right in front of you, it only gets scratched, not pierced, and even if you strike with a war hammer, the person wearing it might break their bones, but the armor won’t break.

If armored soldiers are quite difficult to deal with even for generals who have left their names in history because they’re so sturdy…

Guys who rush out wearing only rags like that without armor against heavily armored soldiers are just like food.

‘The enemy’s attacks barely work on me, and my attacks kill the opponent with each hit.’

The soldiers seem quite confident knowing this.

“Those bastards, they’re just many in number, they’re weak.”
“They all die if we just stab them with our spears. We’re fine even if we take a few hits.”

The Yellow Turbans jumped into our range, not knowing they might die.

They’re all holding shabby things like crappy swords, rusty farm tools covered in blood, wooden clubs, looking like primitives.

“Aim for the neck and stab! Just do as we trained! One!”

With those words, Liu Bei’s soldiers all stabbed the Yellow Turbans in front of them with the same motion, at the same speed.

They moved exactly as I had taught them, drilling them to death until now.

We just attacked as we trained, but the Yellow Turbans in front of us instantly became corpses with holes in them.

Although we’re still in the middle of battle, I felt a thrill at the fact that over a thousand people were moving exactly as I taught them in actual combat.

So much so that laughter burst out involuntarily on this battlefield of killing and dying, even though I’m not Zhang Fei.

“Good! You’re doing well! Push on like this!”

With the rain of arrows added to this, the Yellow Turbans, thrown into confusion as their front line was instantly annihilated, started to go wild, unable to come to their senses.

“Old man Zhang and the others all died?”
“What kind of guys are so solid?”
“Monster-like bastards, aagh!”

Seeing their morale drop already just because their first attack didn’t work, I can understand why Liu Bei was able to win with just 500 men in the original history.

Clearly, Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, and Guan Yu were performing their unrivaled martial feats among themselves, so everyone got scared and ran away.

Although their numbers were much greater, if they faced those guys at the very front, they would certainly die before even knowing if their side won or lost.

So they all pushed each other like in a group project, and in the end, the whole army must have fled.

Actually facing such a large army like this, I can really feel once again why the Yellow Turbans are called experience point shuttles.

However, if we let our guard down even a little here, we could be buried by their numbers…

“Anyone who leaves the formation recklessly or shows off unnecessarily because the enemy is weak will be punished by beheading! No matter how great your achievements, you’ll be killed!”

Even great dams or city walls break starting from one ant hole, and solid defensive formations crumble from tiny gaps.

“Everyone hold your position!”

Other commanders among Liu Bei’s soldiers also shouted in loud voices.

“If you don’t want to die, keep your place!”
“No matter how weak they seem, their number is 30,000!”
“Don’t leave your position there! There’s a gap there! You behind, come in!”

Even though the battle situation was turning favorable for our side, thanks to the discipline established through training, the soldiers continued to maintain their formation while facing the enemy.

The guys who had rushed in like a herd of wild boars when they first encountered us gradually lost their morale, and their momentum of attack started to weaken.

“Eek, those monster-like bastards. Are they ghosts?”

Some guys had expressions like they had given up completely.

“Those monsters are fine even when hit by swords. They don’t die…”

In this state, just like in the original history, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei might be able to win if they ride horses and rampage around.

On the other hand, although there were casualties here and there among our troops, the formation maintained its solid state, identical to how it was at the beginning.

“First row, change! Change the first row!”

With those words, before the soldiers in the first row retreated, the soldiers in the second row extended their spears forward.

“Cover the change!”

The soldiers in the first row confirmed this and simultaneously stabbed the guys in front of them, then retreated while stepping backward.

“Row change! Vanguard change!”

Unlike the guys attacking as they pleased, as our side maintained a state where we could continue fighting like this…

The Yellow Turbans now stopped charging and slowly started to step back.

“These rock-like bastards…”

Some guys attempted to desert in the face of the enemy, running for their lives.

“Save me! Save me!”

To run away with the enemy right in front of you, this is really something.

As a reward for this remarkable action, they received the privilege of going to the underworld quickly from their own allies.

From behind, along with the sound of trumpets, Liu Bei’s order was heard.

“Slowly push forward while maintaining formation!”

Following that order, the soldiers started to push forward slowly but heavily, matching their steps.

“Stab and kill every enemy in front without leaving any!”
“My comrades are supporting me from behind!”

Every time our soldiers took a step and moved, the Yellow Turbans died without being able to offer any resistance.

Then the guys collided – those charging forward from behind to kill us, and those at the vanguard stepping back in fear after seeing our momentum.

“Go forward a bit! Why are you running back and making such a fuss?”
“You crazy bastard, if we go forward, we’ll die.”

It was a pleasant sight to see the Yellow Turbans, supposedly allies, fighting among themselves.

Ah, some guys who got caught up in this flow wrongly also fell.

Unfortunately, those who fell met their death trampled under the feet of their allies.

“Aagh! Save me!”

Even without Zhang Fei and me stepping up, Zhang Yan, who had brought over 30,000 troops, was already cornered.

As expected, war isn’t just about numbers, you know?

As the confusion within the Yellow Turbans grew worse, they finally lost their minds and even the formation-like thing of recklessly charging towards us collapsed.

What this means is that those guys are now just like our punching bags.

However, not only me but also Liu Bei never relaxed our tension and started to slowly but surely tighten the noose…

“Heaven’s fundament is yellow, heaven’s will is established! Comrades who have raised high the great Yellow Turban banner! I, Zhang Yan, will fight together with you!”

The boss has appeared, time to kill him.