Chapter 42

"May the Blue Heaven die! The Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

"May the Blue Heaven die! The Yellow Heaven shall rise!"

"May the Blue Heaven die, the Yellow Heaven shall rise, the year is Jiazi, the world shall be at peace!"

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The originally chaotic Yellow Turban followers suddenly fell eerily silent for a moment, then the same cry echoed from all around! This voice seemed to contain some kind of power, instantly stimulating the mad emotions of the Yellow Turban followers. Perhaps in terms of strength, they were far inferior to the well-equipped regular soldiers, but these people had a deep-seated madness. They had been pushed to the brink by the chaotic times, and apart from rebellion, they had no other way out!

Many of the Yellow Turban followers had bloodshot eyes, like wild beasts that had gone mad, charging at the Han soldiers with a reckless determination to trade their lives for the enemy's. This sudden surge of ferocity not only stemmed the tide of defeat but even forced the Han soldiers who had breached the camp to retreat.

"What's happening?" Zhao Futu panted for a moment, then pressed his wound and snapped the arrow in his abdomen.

His injuries were severe; the arrowhead couldn't be pulled out directly, but having an arrow in his body greatly affected his performance. He could only snap the arrow and wait until he was in a safe place to remove the arrowhead. In just a short battle, he had a deep understanding of the dangers of the melee in the age of cold weapons: the unpredictable slashes and arrows from unknown directions were the most dangerous.

In the darkness, he was hit by two arrows without any warning. If it weren't for his body being datafied by the space, an ordinary person would have been dead long ago.

The madness of the Yellow Turban followers was awakened by this religious slogan, and the situation reversed in just a few minutes!

But just as the Han soldiers were about to lose their footing, the more than a hundred elite cavalry from the main camp moved again. A fierce general emerged, slashing through dozens of people with a few swift strokes, like cutting melons and slicing vegetables. Whether it was the Yellow Turban followers or the Yellow Turban soldiers, even the Yellow Turban warriors were no match for him. He stood on his horse, brandishing his saber, and roared to the sky: "Bao Xin is here! Who dares to face me in battle?!"

This roar was like a bolt of lightning!

Amid the flying heads and gushing blood, he forcefully suppressed the frenzied momentum of the Yellow Turban followers.

With the general who called himself 'Bao Xin' leading the way, the more than a hundred elite cavalry charged back into the Yellow Turban army. In just a few breaths, another hundred people were killed on the spot! The cavalry's dominance over the infantry in the age of cold weapons was overwhelming. The combined force of man and horse was almost unstoppable, and the momentum that had been building up was suddenly stifled!

The morale of the Han soldiers soared!

It seemed that the general realized that if the Yellow Turban followers managed to turn the tide, it would be difficult to stabilize the situation with their numbers. He no longer held back, his long saber flashing like a meteor in the darkness, cutting through the air with a cold light. No one could stand against him, and wherever his saber went, heads flew and bodies were split in two. With his strength alone, he suppressed hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers, leaving them no room to fight back!

"Is this the power of a general?" Zhao Futu was utterly shocked!

He used all his strength to team up with a Yellow Turban warrior to kill a Han army captain, then led the gathered Yellow Turban followers to break out of the south gate. This breach caused the scattered Yellow Turban followers to gather and charge in one direction. Soon, nearly a thousand Yellow Turban followers broke out of the south gate, taking advantage of the darkness to escape the encirclement and flee the camp.

The Han army had only eight hundred men, and after a fierce charge, they had already lost more than two hundred. Bao Xin did not send troops to block the breach at the south gate but began to clear out the remaining resistance in the camp. Soon, most of the remaining Yellow Turban followers either fled or surrendered.

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Zhao Futu broke out of the camp but did not immediately leave. He ordered the more than a hundred men following him to keep heading east, then quietly sneaked back to the edge of the camp.

He needed to confirm something: the true strength of the historical generals in this battlefield space. He remembered Bao Xin, a historical general who appeared early in the Three Kingdoms era but died early, before the Battle of Guandu. He couldn't quite remember who killed him.

"Looks like I need to read more historical materials when I get back!" Zhao Futu thought to himself.

The battlefield missions seemed to be snippets from historical battles. If that was the case, he would have a lot of reading to do when he returned.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Zhao Futu quietly approached the edge of the camp.

The battle inside the camp was almost over. The remaining Yellow Turban followers had either fled or surrendered. With more than eight hundred men, they had not only directly killed the main general but also divided their forces to block three of the camp gates, surrounding and capturing more than six thousand men, and taking more than three thousand as prisoners! This battle completely overturned Zhao Futu's previous understanding. If such a feat had been accomplished by Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and others, Zhao Futu would have considered himself unlucky.

But he never expected that the person responsible was just a relatively obscure general from the Three Kingdoms era, Bao Xin!

If any random famous general was this powerful, how terrifying must the top-tier generals of the Three Kingdoms era be, such as Lü Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Dian Wei, Ma Chao, Xu Chu, and so on? And what about the inventors of the wooden ox and the Eight Formation Diagram, Zhuge Liang, the one who burned the Red Cliffs, Zhou Yu, the unpredictable Sima Yi, the wielder of the 'Taiping Yujing,' Zhang Jiao, and the immortal Zuo Ci? How terrifying must they be?

This was just the Yellow Turban Rebellion!

The Three Kingdoms era was just beginning, and many of the truly formidable figures had yet to appear!

"No wonder the space repeatedly warns that exceeding the mission objectives will increase the difficulty! With the terrifying strength of these generals, I probably wouldn't stand a chance against even one or two historical figures," Zhao Futu thought as he cautiously approached.

Then, when he saw Bao Xin's imposing figure in his line of sight, he quietly took out the Desert Eagle from his personal space.

"Bang!"

Focusing and holding his breath, at a distance of more than three hundred meters, Zhao Futu hit his target with one shot.

However, the next scene left him speechless. Bao Xin, standing on his horse, seemed to sense something and instinctively blocked the shot with his saber. There was a 'clang' as Zhao Futu's bullet was deflected by his saber!

"Is... Is this even human?" Zhao Futu didn't dare to look back and quickly retreated.

At that moment, a loud roar came from behind him. Bao Xin turned his horse in the direction Zhao Futu was and shouted, "Who dares to ambush me! Do you dare to face me in a fair fight?!"

"Don't run! Leave your life behind!"

Bao Xin charged out of the camp, but the darkness had already swallowed the person's trail.

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{Piaotian Literature}