Just as the great battle raged on Pengli Lake, Zhou Yu was pursuing Lu Su's forces.
Upon the great river, Lu Su clearly held the advantage in troop strength, yet he kept advancing eastward.
Though Zhou Yu had fewer troops, he continued relentlessly chasing and attacking Lu Su.
The two armies exchanged volleys along the way. Cries of battle howled across the river's surface, carrying for a hundred li.
Truth be told, under such pressure, had anyone else been commanding the army, they would likely have turned their ships around in fury and fought Zhou Yu to the death.
But Lu Su was different. His long period of rest and preparation had not only tempered his soldiers' fighting strength, but also honed his own will.
He knew perfectly well which battles could be fought and which could not.
Once he had resolved to lure Zhou Yu in, he headed east all the way, urging his soldiers to row with all their might, wrestling against Zhou Yu's pursuing fleet with arrowstorms and speed.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yu led his navy after Lu Su, chasing them for nearly a hundred li.
But after pursuing them for so long, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.
For a commander, beyond overall capability in every aspect, battlefield instinct was also a crucial factor.
And Zhou Yu happened to possess an exceptionally sharp instinct for battle!
That was why he had been able to help Sun Ce gain a foothold in Jiangdong through his own efforts.
Seeing Lu Su continue eastward, he caught the scent of a conspiracy.
He knew Lu Su well. He knew this was not a man who made mistakes easily!
Thus, he had planned this operation with extreme care. Almost from the very beginning of the battle, he had split his forces.