Atop Luling's city wall, Liu Bei looked at the army drowned beneath the floodwaters and laughed triumphantly, repeatedly shouting that it felt great.
"Jiang Bei, those who commit too many unjust deeds bring ruin upon themselves! Even Heaven can't stand by and watch what you've done. I advise you to hurry back to Chang'an. Otherwise, the next thing this flood swallows won't be just your soldiers!" Liu Bei shouted arrogantly from the tower.
The ignorant soldiers under Liu Bei really thought Heaven had helped punish Jiang Siming, and their morale soared.
Jiang Siming looked at the arrogant Liu Bei atop the wall and couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
The Big-Eared Thief had always been this carried away with himself.
There was no need to waste words on such a person. Once he found an opportunity, he only needed to beat him soundly.
Zhuge Liang stood beside Liu Bei, waving his fan. His eyes held the pleasure of revenge as he watched Jiang Siming in the distance below the tower.
The flood soon subsided.
Jiang Siming immediately sent soldiers skilled in swimming to rescue the men, hauling every soldier who had been swept under the water back out.
Tens of thousands of soldiers were rescued one after another.
Zhang Fei was lucky as well. He had only choked on some water and was otherwise fine.
Most of the soldiers also managed to survive because they received treatment in time, along with the scientific artificial-respiration method Jiang Siming had taught them.
But more than three thousand soldiers had still died. That was an indisputable fact.
After Liu Bei's scheme, Jiang Siming knew that the army's morale was unstable, so he could only order a temporary retreat and camp while they thought of another way.
Although three thousand dead out of