Chapter 41

According to the Art of War by Sun Tzu: When you surround an army, leave an opening; do not pursue a desperate foe.

This is what later generations referred to as 'surrounding three sides and leaving one open.' The one who broke into the main camp of the Yellow Turbans was well-versed in military strategy. After beheading the leader of the six thousand Yellow Turban soldiers, he immediately ordered his troops to split into three groups and rush towards the east, west, and south gates. The camp was surrounded by wooden fences on all four sides. After capturing these three gates, the Yellow Turban soldiers could only be driven towards the north gate like pigs and sheep.

In the darkness, fires were everywhere, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were already in complete chaos. Without a central commander, they did not know how many enemies there were. Many had already laid down their weapons and surrendered, while those who refused to surrender, led by their leaders, rushed towards the north gate, the only exit without fire.

"Follow me!" Zhao Futu roared, his long sword slashing horizontally, instantly killing a Han soldier in front of him.

He naturally would not rush towards the north gate. With only about eight hundred Han soldiers daring to directly attack a camp of over six thousand, he could not believe that there was no ambush at the north gate! The Han army was often organized in units of a thousand, led by generals, colonels, and majors. Now, only eight hundred soldiers had entered the camp, so where were the remaining two hundred?

In the Central Plains, there were not enough horses, and a regular camp of soldiers would not have over a hundred fine steeds.

If this battlefield was similar to reality, then this Han army was either an elite force equipped with over a hundred top-notch warhorses, or the cavalry was privately funded by their commander! The aristocratic class of this era was very wealthy, and it was not difficult for them to privately fund and recruit a thousand-strong elite force!

Regardless of which, this was not good news for Zhao Futu.

Zhao Futu retreated quickly. As soon as he saw the central commander of the Yellow Turbans beheaded by a Han general, he immediately withdrew and rushed towards the south gate, where the Han soldiers had entered. In the dark night, the north gate had the highest probability of having an ambush, while the other two gates had a low probability. The south gate, where they initially entered, had almost no chance.

"Break out! Follow me and break out!" Zhao Futu raised a torch and shouted.

The camp was in chaos. With his contract data-enhanced physical abilities, if he were surrounded by the enemy, he would surely die! The only way out was to gather as many people as possible and break through the south gate together! He had already gathered two to three hundred Yellow Turban soldiers around him. As long as they could break through the line of a hundred Han soldiers before reinforcements arrived, they could directly breach the south gate!

—Clang!

Zhao Futu's iron sword broke on the spot. The quality of weapons in this era was far from satisfactory. He had only killed two or three enemy soldiers, and it was already completely ruined. He immediately drew a fine steel long sword from his private space and with a powerful slash, decapitated the enemy in front of him. When his weapon broke, the Han squad leader couldn't help but sneer, but when Zhao Futu suddenly drew a sword out of nowhere, he was taken aback and his movements slowed down!

The Silver Cross Sword Technique was a standard battlefield sword technique, emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ferocity. The power and momentum were exceptionally fierce. This straightforward sword technique, if given a chance, would directly target the enemy's vital points!

He pulled out his blood-soaked steel long sword, wiped the blood from his face, and without a moment's rest, picked up an item that had fallen on the ground and continued to charge forward. The battlefield was too chaotic, and individual combat skills were hard to fully utilize. His usually sharp senses seemed to have lost their effectiveness due to the large number of people around. Several times, Zhao Futu didn't even feel it when he was slashed by a sword or a knife from the darkness!

He didn't have time to check the提示 from the Nightmare Space, only knowing that his health had already dropped by half. His left arm had been hit by an arrow, and he didn't know if it was from the Han soldiers or a Yellow Turban archer. Now, with all the tents in the camp on fire, the flames were affecting his vision, and he couldn't even tell which direction was which. He could only rely on his memory to lead the people out!

"Roar!"

Zhao Futu stepped forward, his fine steel long sword making a vertical slash, then a half-circle to parry the enemy's weapon, and with a lightning-fast swing, the Han soldier in front of him clutched his neck and fell to the ground. The 50% attribute boost had raised his strength to 20, almost completely overwhelming the ordinary soldiers.

With sufficient strength as a foundation, the powerful killing power of the Silver Cross Sword Technique was immediately unleashed.

This was a sword technique that relied on brute force, with broad and sweeping movements that required overwhelming the enemy's strength! As long as the opponent couldn't fully block his sword, it was almost impossible to survive more than three strikes! After all, this sword technique was originally created to counter the Muslim cavalry of the Islamic world, capable of cutting through both man and horse in its strongest state!

"Zzz!"

Zhao Futu's body trembled as he charged forward, his attack immediately slowing down. He had been hit by another stray arrow, this one in his abdomen. Fortunately, the contract data-enhanced body was extremely strong, and the arrow only pierced through his skin and was stuck in the muscle layer. He didn't immediately pull out the arrow but continued to charge forward with it still in his body!

The arrowhead was wolf-tooth shaped, and pulling it out rashly would only worsen his injury.

—"The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky shall rise!"

"Fight to the death with them!"

Most of the soldiers who joined the Yellow Turbans were the poorest and most oppressed farmers, struggling under the oppression of eunuchs and relatives of the empress. The farmers of the Central Plains had a very clear characteristic: as long as they had a mouthful of food to survive, they were the most gentle, honest, and easiest to rule slaves in the world. But in recent years, natural disasters and human calamities had ravaged the Central Plains, leaving the land barren and countless people starving, with families selling their children and even eating each other's children to survive. They were finally forced to the brink of survival!

These people, though far less combat-effective than the Han army, still burst forth with the last ounce of madness in their lives at this critical moment!

As if influenced by Zhao Futu's fierce killing aura, the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him suddenly roared and directly charged at the Han soldiers blocking the gate. Facing the swords and spears of the Han soldiers, these relatively weaker Yellow Turban soldiers did not dodge, but used their bodies to block the weapons. As the sharp blades pierced through their flesh, bringing a pain close to death, they swung their swords with a grim smile, a touch of madness, a touch of hatred, and a touch of relief!

To die together with their enemies!...

They had almost nothing left.

They had been forced by this dark and corrupt era to lose their homes and families, with nothing left.

Their land was seized by local aristocrats and corrupt officials, and they were left with nothing but empty homes, selling their children, and still had to wander to escape heavy taxes.

The heavens are blind!

The heavens are blind!!!

In recent years, disasters had struck one after another, with droughts followed by floods, and then locusts, leaving the Central Plains barren and barren, with no harvest.

They were starving, barely clothed, and suffering from hunger! They watched helplessly as their parents and children died one by one from hunger, or had to sell them into slavery to ensure they had a meal in the homes of the aristocrats and officials!

But even so, they still couldn't survive!

What else could they do but rebel? This world had become a hell for them, and the Great Virtuous Teacher was their last hope, their last hope in this world!

...

In that year, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, with uprisings in seven provinces and twenty-eight counties. The Yellow Turban forces advanced like a storm, capturing provinces and counties, and causing a shock to the capital.

This was the largest peasant uprising in the history of the Central Plains!

If not for being pushed to the brink by this world, what could make these farmers, who had been ruled and enslaved for thousands of years, become so mad?

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