Liu Jin drew the sharp blade from his waist, its cold gleam shining, and loudly commanded the thousand soldiers on the hillside!
“Soldiers, charge and kill! Great deeds and glory are to be made this very day!”
Zhang Fei, Han Dang, Zhao Ergou, Wu Xing, and the other four Generals, their eyes burning with fervor, led their troops and began to drive the two thousand-plus captives before them.
If they saw anyone hesitating, they would draw their swords and cut them down directly.
Terrified, these two thousand-plus people dared only to flee forward, not daring to stop.
Soon, these captives were driven to the outside of the Yellow Turban’s main camp.
By this point, these people could only charge forward, because behind them were Han Army soldiers, fierce as wolves and tigers; anyone who dared to retreat would be killed on the spot.
Charging forward still offered a sliver of hope. The two thousand-plus captives, all gripping sharp blades, surged forward, swinging their weapons and cutting down the Yellow Turban soldiers.
The Yellow Turban soldiers in the camp were already scared and fleeing in disarray, and now they saw so many people charging at them.
They trembled with fear, many collapsing to the ground, screaming.
The braver ones still mustered their courage and quickly retreated backward, scattering in all directions.
As the over two thousand captives were driven in, the eastern side of the main camp descended into complete chaos; there was no order whatsoever, only soldiers fleeing in disarray.
Liu Jin, riding a black horse, wielding a great saber, led the Han Army in a charge, cutting down and killing anyone he saw.
He drove the routed soldiers to spread throughout the entire Yellow Turban Army camp, maximizing the extent of the chaos.
On the city wall, Wen Shu, clad in a long robe, a sharp blade at his waist, and the officials behind him, watched the commotion outside the city. Flames soared into the sky, chaos reigned, and many soldiers were even fleeing in disarray from the camp.
His face was filled with joy, as he naturally knew Liu Jin’s plan had succeeded. Without any unnecessary words, he immediately gave a cold command to those behind him!
“Zheng Qian, lead your troops out of the city, coordinate with Liu Jin, and encircle and kill these Yellow Turban!”
Zheng Qian, having received the order, naturally dared not personally lead the main army in a charge.
He immediately entrusted the task of charging to Wei You, one of his subordinates, for him to lead the two thousand government soldiers from the city to sortie and encircle the enemy.
Soon, the main army marched out of the city in a mighty procession, charging towards the camp before them.
Wen Shu watched this scene and immediately ordered the soldiers behind him!
“Beat the drums and blow the horns to boost our morale!”
The horns and drums on the city wall quickly roared!
“Woo-woo-woo!”
The two thousand government soldiers, as if injected with a stimulant, charged into the camp with overwhelming momentum, cutting down the Yellow Turban bandits.
Inside the central army tent, Cheng Yuanzhi looked at the reports from his subordinates, so enraged that he trembled with fury.
He hadn't expected the Han Army to infiltrate the camp and burn the grain supplies.
Without grain to support them, his tens of thousands of troops would instantly collapse.
Even if that were all, now the entire camp was in complete chaos, with soldiers fleeing everywhere, devoid of any order.
Cheng Yuanzhi’s eyes were bloodshot, his face ashen, as he coldly shouted to the Generals around him!
“Assemble your troops, maintain order in the army, and execute anyone creating trouble without mercy!”
The Generals were speechless upon hearing this. The entire camp was in disarray, and hearing of the Han Army’s arrival, they had fled in panic. How could they possibly be assembled?
Cheng Yuanzhi saw that no one was moving, so he directly drew the precious sword from his waist, its cold light flashing, pointed it around, and a chilling voice came!
“Do you not hear this Qu Shuai’s words?”
“Hurry and go maintain order!”
The Generals, seeing the enraged Cheng Yuanzhi, dared not linger any longer, fearing they might be stabbed to death with a single sword stroke.
They all left the central army tent and began to gather their soldiers, hoping to maintain order.
However, these routed soldiers around them completely ignored them, throwing down their weapons and fleeing in disarray, with many even shouting that the Han Army had come to kill them.
Upon hearing this, these Generals also felt a bit of fear, standing there, somewhat hesitant.
When they saw the Han Army charging towards them, their courage instantly vanished, and they no longer had any thought of resisting.
So they gritted their teeth, cast aside all other thoughts, and fled in disarray with the others.
As for the Yellow Turban banner in the central army tent, it was directly thrown to the ground, trampled by everyone, with no one caring for it.
Zhang Fei, riding a black horse, wielding a long spear, led his hundred-plus troops, fiercely cutting down people in the crowd.
Like entering an uninhabited land, he directly drove the routed soldiers to the central army tent.
He had expected a fierce battle upon arriving here, but the Yellow Turban soldiers around them, seeing the Han Army arrive, began to throw down their weapons and flee.
Cheng Yuanzhi inside the tent seemed to sense something was wrong and quickly walked out, seeing Han Army soldiers everywhere. His body trembled slightly, almost collapsing to the ground.
His Generals and personal guards had abandoned him here, uncared for, and he was so enraged that he gritted his teeth.
Without thinking further, he wanted to flee with the surrounding routed soldiers.
However, as soon as he made a move, he was discovered by the Han Army, and someone shouted loudly!
“The Yellow Turban leader is here!”
Zhang Fei, on horseback, had just pierced two Yellow Turban to death. Upon hearing this sound, his eyes lit up, and he scanned the area before him.
He saw that next to the army tent stood a man wearing a Qu Shuai’s military robe, a yellow helmet, and a sharp blade at his waist. This attire clearly indicated he was the Yellow Turban leader.
Zhang Fei’s eyes showed excitement, and he laughed heartily!
“Cheng Yuanzhi, today you meet your Grandpa Zhang, and you will surely die!”
He squeezed the horse’s belly with his legs, gripped his long spear, and without any hesitation, thrust it forward.
Seeing this, Cheng Yuanzhi knew it would be difficult to escape. Only by killing this Han Army General before him would there be a chance of escape.
His eyes gleamed with a cold light, and he swung his great saber horizontally towards Zhang Fei, intending to cut him down, horse and all.
Who would have thought that Zhang Fei’s spear was incredibly fast and powerful, thrusting directly forward and colliding with the great saber.
A clang rang out!
Cheng Yuanzhi felt his tiger’s mouth go numb, and a sharp pain shot through his arm. He could no longer grip the blade, and it instantly flew from his hand.
He staggered backward a few steps, his eyes wide with horror.
The black-faced big man before him was so terrifyingly strong; with just one spear thrust, he had knocked his weapon away.
He had only one thought: the person before him was too strong, no match for him at all. He immediately took off running, fleeing backward.
Zhang Fei sneered. To be targeted by him and still think of leaving was wishful thinking.
He squeezed the horse’s belly with his legs, and like a swift arrow, he charged forward.
The blood-stained spear in his hand was as fast as lightning; only a gust of wind swept by.
Cheng Yuanzhi, still fleeing, felt a pain in his back. A long spear had directly pierced him from behind.
Blood instantly gushed from his mouth, and he slightly lowered his head to look at his abdomen, where blood flowed profusely.
