Chapter 10, Dream Battlefield

In Lü Bu's heart, a sudden warmth arose, and he gently sighed as he stepped forward to embrace Diao Chan

"Fengxian, are you going to..." Zhang Liao's expression changed as he looked towards Lü Bu.

Are you waiting for me

Thank you for your understanding, Lord Wen. Hua Tuo felt a slight sense of relief in his heart; what he feared the most was that Lü Bu would insist on keeping him and make him accompany him to the grave.

"In the past two days, the public platform has entrusted the matter to you, sir." Lü Bu smiled as he bid farewell to Hua Tuo, leaving with Zhang Liao and Gao Shun

"Yes." Zhang Liao nodded solemnly

At this moment, Lü Bu's identity is that of a hundred-man commander of cavalry, wielding the Fangtian Huaji and urging his steed forward, beginning to charge at the Xianbei people

"Shield up, cavalry charge!" A roar echoed from the rear

During the period of the Hundred Schools of Thought in the pre-Qin era, the medical practitioners held their own place in the chaotic world. However, with the unification of the realm by Qin Shi Huang and the elevation of Confucianism by Emperor Wu of Han, the status of medical practitioners gradually diminished. Especially in this era of turmoil, when even basic sustenance was a challenge, the demand for medical practitioners was often regarded by most feudal lords as being above that of artisans. Lü Bu was perhaps the first feudal lord of this era to propose the establishment of a medical care team.

Cavalry, an endless expanse of cavalry, beneath the saddle of Lü Bu, the warhorse kicked its hooves and snorted continuously. Lü Bu could sense the restless emotions of the warhorse; it was not the Red Hare, but merely an ordinary warhorse. Moreover, he no longer wore the dazzling standard attire; instead, he was clad in the standardized armor of the Han Dynasty, with only the Fangtianhua halberd in his hand remaining unchanged.

In a certain sense, it can be said that. The system's voice remains as bland as ever: "According to historical trajectories, Lü Bu should have been hanged by Cao Cao at the White Gate Tower at this time. However, the host has replaced the original Lü Bu, thereby altering Lü Bu's fate. Yet, the host has only accepted Lü Bu's body and identity, without acquiring Lü Bu's abilities. The purpose of the dream battlefield is to assist the host in fully assimilating Lü Bu's abilities at the fastest speed, and on this basis, to surpass him.

I will select ten warriors from the vanguard to come and guard us said Gao Shun, nodding his head

Each person has their own aspirations, rest assured, I, Lü, will not force anyone against their will. Lü Bu shook his head; he was merely trying his luck. Although somewhat disappointed, he would not stoop to dealing with Hua Tuo in a disgraceful manner. Of course, if the person standing before him were not Hua Tuo, but rather top strategists like Guo Jia or Zhuge Liang, Lü Bu would not hold back. Even if they could not be of use to him, he would not allow them to go free and potentially create trouble for himself in the future

The two cavalry forces collided like two waves crashing together, and in an instant, the entire world was enveloped in a crimson haze. This was the first time Lü Bu truly participated in such a battle between two armies. Amidst the crowd, Lü Bu frantically wielded his halberd, the Fangtianhua, stirring up waves of blood time and again. However, more and more fearless Xianbei cavalry charged forward. Gradually, Lü Bu began to feel a sense of powerlessness; in a battlefield of tens of thousands, individual strength felt insignificant. Suddenly, Lü Bu looked around and realized that he had unknowingly charged into the enemy's encirclement, with no allies in sight. The surroundings were filled with the frenzied figures of Xianbei cavalry. Lü Bu's halberd traced arcs of light, taking lives with each sweep, yet his wounds multiplied. His strength was being drained like the ebbing tide. Lü Bu's helmet had been knocked off, and his chest was pierced by three sharp arrows, emitting desperate roars from his mouth.

A peculiar sensation left Lü Bu somewhat bewildered

"Not bad," the system nodded and said: "Each dream battlefield of a battle requires the host to consume 5,000 achievement points to unlock."

What is happening? Looking at the familiar yet strange scene before him, Lü Bu's eyes widened in astonishment. No longer was he in Xiapi; what appeared before Lü Bu was an endless grassland. The ground trembled continuously, and on the distant horizon, a black line was writhing in his field of vision, growing thicker.

However, nothing passionate and lingering occurred that night. After a day of fierce battles, Lü Bu was already very tired, and in the following two days, or even longer, he might be even more exhausted. Engaging in some physically demanding activities was not out of desire, but at that moment, it was truly not feasible.

Lü Bu was speechless. These achievement points were sufficient to elevate his strength and constitution to the four-star realm. Even in terms of spirit, they could raise Lü Bu to the three-star realm. If used to train ordinary soldiers, it could enable Lü Bu to have an additional two hundred and fifty star-level soldiers under his command. However, using them to unlock the dream realm, in Lü Bu's view, was not worth the cost, especially given the current scarcity of achievement points.

How to receive?" Lü Bu said in confusion. He could accept his physical qualities, and even some memories, but Lü Bu's martial arts were honed through countless life-and-death trials, which could not be received. Although Lü Bu's memory contained all the martial arts knowledge of his predecessors, that was a different matter.

"It is night, time to return to the room and sleep." Lü Bu nodded, with a hint of affection, holding the delicate and fragile body of Diao Chan, and suddenly felt a sense of embracing the entire world.

Five thousand mhetushucomcom achievement points

Closing the door, Lü Bu stared blankly at Diao Chan, who was sitting on a nearby chair, resting her chin on one hand, peacefully asleep. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, evoking a sense of heartache in those who looked upon her. Even when the room suddenly turned cold, it merely caused her to curl up slightly without waking up.

Throughout his life, Lü Bu experienced countless battles, and the system will condense each of Lü Bu's battles into a series of dreams. Currently, it is the dream of Lü Bu during his time in Bingzhou, while he was campaigning against the Xianbei under Ding Yuan. The host can continuously hone their martial skills within the dream, experiencing Lü Bu's life. This phase represents the initial stage, requiring no achievement points. Following this, there will be the Battle of Luoyang, the Battle of Hulao Pass, the fierce battle against the Black Mountain Bandits, the Battle of Puyang, and finally the Battle of Xuzhou. Each of these battles is further divided into several smaller engagements. Subsequently, each major battle will require the host to expend achievement points to unlock.

Do not let it out. Lu Bu nodded, confirming Zhang Liao's speculation

System, what is going on? Lu Bu stared in astonishment at everything before him, could it be that he has crossed over again

"Lord Wen, please forgive me. I have been wandering the world for a long time, accustomed to my life as a wandering physician. Your kind intentions, I fear, I am not worthy to receive." After a moment, Hua Tuo smiled bitterly and shook his head. His medical treatise, the 'Qing Nang Jing,' was still unfinished, and his life's ambitions had yet to be realized. He did not wish to meet the King of Hell so soon.

"Dream Battlefield?" Lü Bu frowned: "So, does this mean I am dreaming right now? What is the significance of this?"

In other words, these dream battlefields require constant reliance on achievement points to unlock, yet I am unable to profit from them?" Lü Bu frowned and said

Although it was a dream, this dream felt too real, causing Lü Bu to unconsciously immerse himself in it. Amidst the frenzied shouts of anger, Lü Bu took the lives of nearly one hundred people, yet he himself was ultimately slain under his horse by the combined efforts of two Xianbei generals

Just like a novice painter, who has a complete image in his mind, but when he tries to render that image with his brush, it often becomes distorted. The same principle applies to martial arts; one may possess the memories of a predecessor but lacks the experiences of that predecessor. It is impossible for him to perfectly present the unparalleled martial skills of his predecessor. Not to mention perfection, he may not even be able to fully utilize one-tenth of those skills. This is also a current shortcoming of Lü Bu.

The system's voice echoed in Lu Bu's mind: "The host personally slayed a renowned general from the Three Kingdoms, successfully unlocking the Dream Battlefield"

In a few days, it will be the beginning of spring, yet the chill in the air has not dissipated much, especially at night. The icy cold wind, even with a charcoal brazier burning in the room, still fails to provide much warmth. Lü Bu pushed the door open, and the cold wind followed him in, instantly lowering the already not-so-warm temperature of the room by a few degrees.

Undeniably, after hearing Lü Bu's invitation, Hua Tuo was indeed moved, but it was merely a fleeting feeling. At least from Hua Tuo's perspective, even if Lü Bu genuinely invited him, given Lü Bu's current situation, not to mention restoring the former glory of the medical profession, it is likely that he would soon be unable to ensure his own safety.

In the past two days, send more personnel to guard this place. I do not wish for anyone other than us to know about the news of the public platform's recovery. After leaving the Chen residence, Lü Bu said to Zhang Liao and Gao Shun in a low voice.

The day Chen Gong recovers will be the moment he breaks through. In this regard, Lü Bu has already devised a plan in his heart. Although most of what Hao Zhao mentioned earlier was likely a scheme by the old Cao to sow discord, it is hard for Lü Bu to believe that there are no individuals within the city of Xia Pi who wish to defect to Cao.

Kill

The term "seeking talent eagerly" was widely used in ancient times, regardless of whether it was a wise ruler or a foolish one, the desire for talent can be said to be limitless. However, the talent referred to here typically pertains to military talents, administrative talents, or remarkably brave generals.

Hmm. She responded softly, as if recalling something embarrassing, a faint blush appearing on her delicate cheeks

Gao Shun, standing nearby, cast a puzzled glance at Zhang Liao, not understanding what riddle these two were playing at. However, he did not inquire further. The night was deepening, and after a day of fierce battles, both the soldiers and the three commanders responsible for defending the city were utterly exhausted. After arranging the night watch, they each returned to their quarters.

The Xianbei cavalry surged like a tide, and from a distance of a single arrow's flight, arrows shot up into the air, whistling towards the phalanx behind Lü Bu. This was the most refined tactic of the nomadic tribes, a rapid volley.

Looking at the deeply sleeping Diao Chan, her face seemed to carry a hint of melancholy. Lu Bu could not help but smile wryly; indeed, the tender embrace of a woman is truly a hero's grave.

Amidst the prolonged and resonant sound of the horn, in an atmosphere that was suffocating, the thickening black line finally became clear in sight

Husband? Although Lü Bu's movements were gentle, they still startled Diao Chan awake. Looking at Lü Bu's chiseled face, she felt a sense of tranquility in her heart and softly called out with a faint, elegant smile.

A wave of exhaustion swept over him, and soon, Lü Bu fell into a deep sleep. However, just as Lü Bu entered the realm of dreams, a strange sensation enveloped him; he felt as if his body had become much lighter. Following this, a sudden brightness filled his vision, and the air around him was filled with the endless sounds of battle cries.