Chapter 41

Cao Cao has been captured!

Yuan Shao has also been captured!

The imperial army was shocked!

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were at a loss, one being the descendant of a noble family, the other the heir of a high-ranking official. What could they do?

Qin Feng, hiding in the distance, was also in a mess. He felt that the world was difficult, too hard to survive, even someone like Cao Cao and Yuan Shao could be captured.

Some were sad, some were happy.

The Yellow Turbans were overjoyed, their ecstatic roars shook the earth!

"General Zhang is mighty!"

"General Zhang's sister, a woman who does not yield to men!"

Amidst the earth-shaking shouts, the morale of the imperial army plummeted, almost to zero.

"Men De!"

"Ben Chu!" In the enemy ranks, the captured Cao Cao and Yuan Shao met, their eyes full of despair.

General Zhang Bao of the Earth and his brother, General Zhang Liang of the People, exchanged glances and understood each other's thoughts.

Taking advantage of our high morale and the enemy's low morale, it was time to attack.

Zhang Liang raised his arm and shouted, "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky shall rise, the year is Jiazi, the world will be at peace! Brothers and sisters of the Taiping Dao, our enemies who have harmed us are right here. The yellow sky shall rise, destroy the imperial dogs!"

"Yellow sky shall rise!"

"Destroy the imperial dogs!"

Over a hundred thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were boiling with blood, they shouted slogans, united in heart, and charged forward. The dust they kicked up darkened the sky, overwhelming the imperial army.

The imperial army, seeing the Yellow Turbans charging like dark clouds, was already frightened. They trembled, could not hold their weapons, and could not stand firm.

At this moment, Huangfu Song, with his white hair standing up, shouted, "Pass my order, form the formation, block the enemy's attack!"

But Zhu Jun had a different idea and hurriedly said, "General Huangfu, we cannot fight today, we should retreat immediately and plan for the long term!"

The disagreement between the two generals delayed the opportunity.

Under the threefold numerical advantage of the Yellow Turban army, the imperial army's defense was instantly breached, followed by a chaotic battle that spread to the rear of the imperial army.

Qin Feng, watching the imperial army's defeat, was anxious. Normally, although the imperial army had fewer troops, they had better equipment and training, and their combat power was still higher than the Yellow Turbans. But in ancient battles, morale was the most critical. Due to the consecutive captures of Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, the imperial army's morale was completely lost, and they dared not face the Yellow Turbans.

If they dared not face them, how could they engage in close combat?

What Qin Feng did not know was that the imperial army's generals also had different opinions. Huangfu Song wanted to hold off the Yellow Turbans and take the opportunity to counterattack and save Cao Cao and Yuan Shao. But Zhu Jun disagreed, believing that there was no chance today and that they should plan for the long term.

Qin Feng deeply realized that if he could not turn the tide, history would change, and it would change in a way that was not in his favor.

He coldly observed the battlefield, where arrows flew like locusts, but they were only death warrants for the imperial army. On the ground, the imperial army was already in disarray, and the Yellow Turbans were shouting that the yellow sky should rise, fiercely pursuing and killing.

"The imperial army of Changshe is the last large-scale force before Luoyang. If the Yellow Turbans win, they can directly enter Luoyang. With Cao Cao and Yuan Shao dead, who knows where the world will go!"

He felt that it was better to fight for the world with familiar people, as understanding the opponent's tactics greatly increased the chances of success.

Therefore, Qin Feng could not sit idly by and watch the imperial army fail.

"Charge!" Qin Feng spurred his horse, leading Dian Wei and Xu Chu, and quickly returned to where his troops were hiding.

When Qin Feng returned to the camp, the troops were already on full alert. The experienced soldiers, hearing the deafening shouts, could not help but know what was happening and what was about to happen.

Liu Bei, as if he had forgotten the previous incident, greeted him, "General Qin, from the shouts, it seems we are at a disadvantage. What should we do?"

Qin Feng ignored him and rode to the front of the soldiers, pointing his golden spear towards the direction of the shouts, and shouted loudly, "The Yellow Turbans have temporarily succeeded, and General Huangfu Song and others are in a difficult situation. However, this is the moment for us to earn our merit. Follow me to attack the rear of the Yellow Turbans and rescue our allies!"

"We are willing to die for the general!" the imperial army shouted.

"Fight for the lord!" the Xianyang soldiers shouted.

"Let those Yellow Turbans know the might of our imperial auxiliary army!" Suddenly, a strange shout came, and Qin Feng looked up to see Liu Bei also boosting the morale of his troops. Boosting morale was good, but the name "imperial auxiliary army" greatly reduced the troops' morale.

However, in the Eastern Han, Qin Feng saw that the troops' morale could be used, and he rarely said to Liu Bei, "Xuande, whether the imperial auxiliary army can be justified depends on you three brothers!"

"I am willing to follow the general and will not disgrace the name of the imperial auxiliary army!" Liu Bei shouted with great enthusiasm, using Qin Feng's hometown dialect to call himself "liubì."

Thus, Qin Feng led five hundred Xianyang cavalry, two thousand of his own imperial troops, and five hundred imperial auxiliary troops out of the forest.

Fifteen minutes later, while the Yellow Turbans were arrogantly pursuing the imperial army, the rear guard suddenly fell into chaos.

"Trouble!"

"Another imperial army is attacking!"

"How powerful!"

"Ugh~"

Where the Xianyang iron cavalry passed, horse hooves trampled the Yellow Turbans, and blood flowed like a river. Under the True Wu Taiji spear, the golden light pointed to the sky, and blood spurted!

Xu Chu spurred his Tiger Wing Minghong, sweeping wildly, and anyone who blocked him was cut in half at the waist.

Dian Wei's dual iron halberds swept through the eight directions, creating a whirlwind, killing anyone who stood in his way, be it man or god. Where he passed, no Yellow Turban soldier remained intact. Limbs and arms flew with his whirlwind, as if a demon from the netherworld had emerged.

"In the name of our Xianyang, fight for the lord!" The Xianyang warriors, with no blade that did not drip blood, no man who did not kill!

Watching the soldiers fall, whether Yellow Turbans or his own, in Qin Feng's eyes, they were all sons of Huaxia. But at this moment, he had to be cold-blooded to break through and establish himself. As he once again pulled the golden spear from the chest of a Yellow Turban, seeing the gushing blood, Qin Feng's eyes were purer than ever. He suddenly raised his arm, the blood-stained spear gleaming in the sky, "Our hands may be stained with blood, but our souls are forever pure and spotless! One day, we will unite and open up a vast land for our people!"

The soldiers were inspired by Qin Feng's emotions, their morale soaring.

Liu Bei, however, was indifferent, thinking to himself, "Qin Zijin, don't pretend to be compassionate. These are battle achievements, kill as many as you can. 'Second Brother, Third Brother, brothers, the opportunity to earn merit is right before us. Kill, kill fiercely! Don't throw away the heads, collect them for the reward!'"

Thus, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei led the imperial auxiliary army, also fighting bravely, cutting through the Green Dragon Crescent Moon, slicing enemies in half. Before the snake spear, enemies fell in a row.

The imperial auxiliary army soldiers, excited by the killing, also learned from the Xianyang soldiers, shouting, "In the name of our imperial auxiliary, fight for the lord!"