Niu Fu finally woke up, woken up by the cries in the camp.
Under such circumstances, there were no soldiers left to report to him.
"Why are you so panicked?"
Hearing the cries outside the camp, Niu Fu's first reaction was that the enemy was making a surprise attack at night or the camp was roaring, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. But after listening carefully, he didn't want to think about it, so he frowned and shouted, but unfortunately no one responded for a long time.
Niu Fu was surprised. He didn't even have time to touch A, so he hurriedly got up and went to check outside the tent.
But before he could get outside the tent, water had already seeped into the tent.
"Where did the water come from..."
Niu Fu came to the outside of the tent through splashing water, and then he was stunned.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, where could such a large amount of water come from..."
Facts have proved that in the face of the flood, his reaction was no different from that of ordinary soldiers. They all had a look of disbelief.
"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess, hurry up..."
After Niu Fu reacted, he immediately wanted to stabilize the morale of the army, but he stopped mid-sentence.
Faced with this huge flood, he had no choice at all. No matter how high his prestige in the army is, he can't stop people from going crazy under despair. He doesn't even have a messenger around him, so military orders can't be issued at all.
Moreover, even if the army is willing to listen to you, Niu Fu, so what, it is not a dead end in the end.
Niu Fu stopped talking and turned around to look around at higher ground. However, he could not see anything in the dark night and the camp was so messy that he could not see clearly at all.
The flood was in front of him, and Niu Fulai ran away without thinking too much.
Where to go?
He didn't know. Anyway, if he stayed, he would be waiting for death. Just take it one step at a time.
Even the commander has been reduced to this, let alone the ordinary soldiers.
The Xiliang army is all good at fighting immediately, but the climate in Liangzhou is arid and bitterly cold. Ordinary people don't even have many opportunities to take a bath, let alone play in the water, so most of them are a group of landlubbers.
After being swept into the flood, most of the soldiers drowned within a few moments. Even soldiers who know how to swim are like rootless duckweeds in such fast-flowing water, unable to float to the surface at all.
As the floods became more violent, camp gates, fences, and even tents were washed away by the water and disappeared.
Niu Fu was also relatively lucky. After running around for a while, he was never swept away by the flood. He randomly found a higher ground and was temporarily safe.
When he came back to his senses, he saw the endless floods surrounding him, and felt a sense of pain in his heart.
It's over, it's over, it's all over now!
After the flood, less than half of the soldiers may survive. Moreover, food, grass, materials, ordnance and other items may be completely gone.
How come there is so much water all of a sudden?
Naturally, the doubts in his heart could not be answered. Now he only hoped that Liu Bei would not take advantage of the flood to attack him, so that he would have the opportunity to withdraw with the remaining troops to join Dong Zhuo.
Until this moment, Niu Fu still did not think that Liu Bei caused the flood, and did not even dare to think about it at all.
In his understanding, how can humans control such a magnificent force of nature.
But what he thinks is impossible doesn't mean that others can't do it.
In comparison, Zhang Ji's luck was not so good.
When the flood first came, Zhang Ji panicked and plunged into the water. Just when he was about to be washed away by the flood, someone pulled him up.
In a hurry, he turned around and saw that it was his nephew Zhang Xiu.
"Bo Yuan, you..."
"Uncle, don't say anything, or you might choke."
Zhang Xiu held his uncle with one hand and struggled with the other hand, trying to find a way out of the flood.
But the water flowing around him became more and more fierce. Zhang Ji didn't know how to swim. Even if he didn't move, he could only become a burden to Zhang Xiu.
Only a quarter of an hour had passed, and Zhang Xiu was already showing signs of exhaustion. If this continued, both uncle and nephew would be buried in the water.
"well……"
Zhang Ji sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Bo Yuan, let go. If this continues, you and I will both die."
"No!"
Zhang Xiu roared, without any hesitation in his eyes, but his hands tightened.
"Let go!" Zhang Ji said in a louder voice, "Everyone can survive. My uncle is already old and you are still young. How can you die here."
"No!"
Zhang Xiu's answer was still short and powerful, and his eyes were full of determination.
His parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his uncle Zhang Jila. They are called uncle and nephew, but they are actually father and son. How could they give up Zhang Ji and live alone.
"Bo Yuan, if you don't let go, we are really going to die here!"
It doesn't matter much if he dies, but Zhang Xiu, the only seedling of his mighty Zhang family, will be preserved no matter what Zhang Ji says.
Zhang Ji began to struggle violently, trying desperately to take Zhang Xiu's hand away. Zhang Xiu was already at the end of his strength, and now he couldn't hold on any longer. In just a moment, he choked on several mouthfuls of water.
Despite this, Zhang Xiu still held on to Zhang Ji, fearing that his uncle would accidentally slip from his hands.
"Uncle, don't talk nonsense. Even if there is no way ahead, I am willing to die with my uncle!"
Facing this nephew who was resigned to death, Zhang Ji was completely helpless, but his eyes were filled with emotion.
That’s all, that’s all, since God wants my uncle and nephew to die together, it’s fate.
Zhang Jizheng was in despair when he suddenly heard Zhang Xiu let out an excited roar.
"Uncle, look!"
Looking in the direction indicated by Zhang Xiu, I saw a large piece of wood floating in front of me. It turned out to be the fragments of the Juma post that had been washed away by the flood.
With almost no time to react, Zhang Xiu immediately let go of Zhang Ji and swam towards the piece of wood.
After a while, Zhang Xiu finally caught the wood. When he came back, Zhang Ji was about to sink. Zhang Xiu quickly grabbed Zhang Ji again and handed the end of the wood over.
"Uncle, hold on!"
The wood is not too big, but it can float Zhang Ji alone without any problem.
As time passed, the water finally calmed down a bit and was not as turbulent as before.
In this way, the uncle and nephew were finally safe for the time being.
"Uncle, why do you think there was such a big flood all of a sudden?"
After taking a breather, Zhang Xiu couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Ji shook his head, his eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.
"I don't know, the terrain where we camp is quite high. Even if the Bianshui River floods, it should not be flooded here. Besides, the flow of the Bianshui River was slow a few days ago, and it seemed to be drying up. I don't know why it happened. Flash flood.”
"Uncle, do you think this is the enemy's method? After all, the enemy is upstream of us." Zhang Xiu guessed.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Zhang Ji immediately shook his head and said, "If the enemy was so capable, why would they have been fighting us before? They would have been flooded by the flood long ago."
"Uncle is right, I am too whimsical." Zhang Xiu said with a self-deprecating smile.
Zhang Ji sighed and said: "Although this sudden flood is fierce, it will never last long. Just wait, it will disperse soon."
"Will the water dissipate soon?" Zhang Xiu asked in surprise.
"So what if we are scattered, most of the soldiers have been drowned long ago. We have no weapons, supplies, food and grass. We are completely defeated in this battle." Zhang Ji said with a bitter smile, "Besides, who knows whether the enemy will take the opportunity to attack. We, by then, will have no power to resist."
After listening to Zhang Ji's analysis, Zhang Xiu's mood also dropped.
"Bo Yuan, listen, as soon as the flood dissipates, regardless of whether the enemy makes a surprise attack or not, our uncle and nephew will retreat immediately, running as far away as possible!"
"Ah..." Zhang Xiu said in shock, "Uncle, do we think we are running away from the battlefield?"
"That's bullshit!" Zhang Ji angrily yelled, "If you have nothing, how can you fight? If you don't escape, you will be a prisoner, or will you be someone else's victim?"
Zhang Xiu nodded, but still a little reluctant.
Zhang Ji said earnestly: "Bo Yuan, you should learn to assess the situation, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so as to protect yourself. There is no use trying to be a hero. If you die, you will lose everything."
"I understand, uncle." Zhang Xiu whispered.
While the two were talking, the water finally became smaller and the speed of the water was not as fast as before.
Looking at the falling water level, Zhang Ji looked happy.
"Bo Yuan, the water is going to recede!"
Zhang Xiu also nodded, his expression full of joy.
The water level is indeed receding, but Liu Bei's army is approaching.
Guoting.
The soldiers who had been observing the water situation at the front came back and reported to Zhang Heng:
"Master, the water in Bian River has weakened. It should be less than half an hour before the flood recedes!"
Zhang Heng nodded, his expression finally changed, and he turned to face the troops who had been preparing for a long time.
"Everyone, the flood will recede. Now, start the attack!"
