Chapter 34

With a hundred thousand Yellow Turbans charging forward,

Qin Feng did not talk about how to lure the enemy, but was engrossed in roasting meat skewers. This made the famous general Zhang He anxious, his heart torn by a hundred claws. However, although he held an official position, he still had to follow the orders of Qin Feng, who was a commoner.

As Zhang He sweated with anxiety, Qin Feng leisurely sprinkled some salt on the skewers, turned them, and then said with a smile, "We must never underestimate any enemy. To prevent the enemy from seeing through our plan to lure them..." He waved the skewers, "We need to make the enemy relax."

The anxious Zhang He suddenly had an epiphany, thinking that this commander using skewers to make the enemy relax was unprecedented, but precisely because it was unprecedented, it could work. Zhang He, now understanding, could not help but show admiration.

Dian Wei and Xu Chu did not quite understand, but seeing Zhang He's expression, they knew he was convinced. Xu Chu said, "What do you think? I told you, my lord has a deeper purpose."

Zhang He, feeling ashamed, said to Qin Feng, "I am dull-witted and misunderstood you, General..."

"No, no," Qin Feng said. "Seeing our troops scattered, the horses are actually close to the soldiers. I have already given the order that as soon as the enemy appears, there's no need to gather; just get on the horses and leave immediately. This way, we can make the enemy think we are a disorganized mob fleeing in panic, and we can also retreat safely."

Zhang He was even more admiring and said with shame, "I am dull-witted and just now suspected you of acting rashly and causing trouble..."

Qin Feng was not bothered by this and smiled, handing over a skewer, "Come, come, come, eat, eat! When the enemy comes, just get on the horses and leave. Those stinky sweet potatoes and rotten eggs can't catch up with us."

Zhang He felt embarrassed to take the skewer but could not resist the temptation and finally accepted it.

Thus, Qin Feng also gave skewers to Dian Wei and Xu Chu, and the four of them sat around the campfire. Qin Feng personally roasted the meat and distributed it to the three of them.

Qin Feng, as the lord, had never before cooked for his subordinates. But his natural demeanor made everyone respect his actions, rather than look down on them, and it felt warm and considerate.

Zhang He felt that Qin Feng was a different kind of lord, but he could not quite put his finger on what made him different. However, when he took the skewer and ate it, he felt a warm glow in his heart.

On the other hand, the Yellow Turbans had already arrived.

"Report... Commander!" A Yellow Turban scout came to Bian Xi and pointed to the rear, "Two li away, outside the forest, that man is eating skewers!"

"Ah!" Bian Xi thought he had heard wrong, his face changing in a myriad of colors, but soon he was filled with joy and said to his subordinates, "It is fitting that this man should die. He does not know how to command troops, and Cheng Yuanzhi and others died unjustly. Follow me and kill him to avenge them!"

Thus, the Yellow Turbans no longer moved stealthily, but with renewed vigor, they charged forward.

Two minutes later, Bian Xi, Gao Sheng, and Yan Zheng led their personal troops and were the first to charge out of the forest. When the view opened up, they saw a group of soldiers sitting on the ground eating on the opposite side of the road outside the forest. The horses were scattered around, grazing.

Bian Xi immediately saw Qin Feng, who was wearing a golden helmet and armor, roasting skewers among the crowd. However, just as Qin Feng was about to turn the skewers, he apparently noticed Bian Xi and showed a look of shock.

Qin Feng pretended to be terrified after being ambushed, and his expression was so convincing that it was worthy of his background in acting.

Bian Xi was overjoyed, raised his long spear, and pointed at Qin Feng, shouting, "I am the Yellow Turban commander Bian Xi. Today, I will avenge Cheng Yuanzhi. You, the official dog, prepare to die. Charge, charge!"

Bian Xi led the charge, and as he rushed out, the forest behind him seemed to be a factory producing people, with a large number of Yellow Turbans wielding knives, spears, and clubs continuously rushing out.

"Kill!"

"Revenge for our brothers!"

Qin Feng, seeing Bian Xi, thought to himself, "You don't need to introduce yourself. In the last life, when I invited you to dinner in Luoyang, I already knew you were a spy in our ranks."

He had already made arrangements, so the soldiers were not afraid when they saw the thousands of Yellow Turbans. But they had to follow the lord's orders and show panic.

The soldiers of the Xianfeng Camp were in chaos, abandoning their meals and helmets, and hurriedly mounting their horses. Whoever got on the horse first ran away first.

Bian Xi was initially very concerned about the Xianfeng Camp's cavalry, but seeing that they had fled without fighting, clearly terrified by his sudden attack, a sense of righteous indignation rose in his heart. He raised his spear and shouted, "The target is the one in the golden armor. Kill him first, and ignore the others!"

Qin Feng leaped up and called, "Catch me if you can!" As he whistled, his horse, Zuiyun, came. Qin Feng, like a high jumper, leaped onto the horse and immediately fled. Dian Wei, Xu Chu, Zhang He, and twenty Dragon Guards followed closely behind, quickly disappearing into the distance.

Bian Xi was stunned, "This guy is running too fast!" He was not willing to let Qin Feng escape and waved his spear, "Pursue, pursue! Whoever kills this man will be made a commander!"

With the promise of a high reward, the Yellow Turbans were motivated to chase.

For about five li, they were always just a little short of catching Qin Feng. Bian Xi, impatient, kept urging them to speed up.

At this moment, Commander Yan Zheng felt a sense of unease and hurriedly caught up with Bian Xi, saying, "Commander, there might be an ambush!"

Bian Xi, who was in a hurry, scolded him, "Ambush? In thousands of years, have you ever seen a commander roasting skewers while luring the enemy?"

Yan Zheng was stunned, his mouth wide open, and shook his head, "No!"

Bian Xi snorted, "Then it must be a coincidence, no ambush. If we don't pursue now, when will we?"

Gao Sheng also said, "This man is incompetent, but this cavalry is quite elite. This is the best opportunity to eliminate this cavalry, and we must not miss it!"

Yan Zheng thought it over, "We must take advantage of his confusion and quickly eliminate this elite cavalry, cutting off one arm of the enemy!"

Thus, the three commanders, with a common purpose, led their troops in a fierce pursuit.

The troops soon reached the edge of the Pan River. As they turned a hill, a loud cannon blast was heard, and suddenly, the surrounding area was filled with the sound of battle cries, reaching the heavens.

"Whoa!" When Bian Xi and the others reined in their horses, they were already terrified. They saw battle flags waving on both sides, and the glint of weapons in the sunlight. Amidst the cries, countless imperial troops charged forward.

"Bad, we've been ambushed!" Bian Xi's heart trembled.

At this moment, the front of the Yellow Turban army was in chaos, and a large group of their own troops rushed toward Bian Xi.

Bian Xi was shocked again, thinking he would be overwhelmed by his own troops, but they avoided him and dispersed. Immediately, the thundering hooves of the Xianfeng Camp's cavalry echoed as they counterattacked.

The soldiers of the Xianfeng Camp, no longer showing the panic of their retreat, transformed into bloodthirsty tigers, pouncing on the sheep. The Yellow Turbans, no longer the arrogant pursuers, became lambs, scattering in all directions.

The soldiers of the Xianfeng Camp paved a path of death for their lord, leading to Bian Xi's horse.

At this moment, Xu Chu charged at Gao Sheng, while Dian Wei and Zhang He vied to reach Yan Zheng.

With a crack, a ghostly soul was added to the Tiger Wing Minghong saber. Zhang He, eager to outdo Dian Wei, was furious at Dian Wei for being ahead of him, "Dare to compete with me, take this!" As he threw a small spear, Yan Zheng let out a惨叫, a transparent hole appeared in his throat, and he fell off his horse, dead.

The two Yellow Turban commanders, who led tens of thousands of troops, did not even complete a move before they were killed by Dian Wei and Xu Chu. Zhang He realized that these two under Qin Feng were incredibly powerful.

Bian Xi was stunned by the frenzied slaughter around him. Suddenly, a golden light rushed at him, and he instinctively raised his spear.

With a clang, when Bian Xi caught Qin Feng's spear, he returned to reality. He suddenly remembered Qin Feng roasting skewers and understood everything. The other side was luring them with skewers, and he had fallen for it, angrily shouting, "Too despicable, too vile, you... you actually used skewers to lure me!"

Qin Feng laughed, "Not just skewers, I've even had hotpot lamb!"

"Hotpot lamb!" Bian Xi was shocked. He knew what lamb was and could understand the word "hotpot," but he could not quite grasp the combination.

Qin Feng took advantage of the moment to launch a fierce attack. With each thrust, blood splattered, and the golden spear tip created a hole through Bian Xi's body.

Thus, the famous Yellow Turban commander Bian Xi met his tragic end under Qin Feng's golden spear. This first blood of 184 AD, though it came later than in the previous life, finally gave Qin Feng a taste of blood.

Subsequently, the imperial army achieved a great victory, killing countless enemies and capturing over ten thousand.

Later, a poem praised him: "Zu Long, with his wisdom, foresaw the enemy's moves, astonishing even the gods. His first move was powerful, and he should rightfully rule the heavens."

Qin Feng, surrounded by Xu Chu, Dian Wei, and Zhang He, returned in triumph, thinking, "This time, Lu Zhi can't refuse to give me an official position!"

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