Chapter 42

On the battlefield, the shouts of the Xianyan Camp and the Imperial Auxiliary Army echoed continuously.

The two forces launched a surprise attack, and under their fierce assault, the rear of the Yellow Turban Army began to scatter.

When Liu Bei heard this, he was so excited that his whole body trembled. He imitated Qin Feng, raising his arm and shouting, "Let us forge the reputation of the Imperial Auxiliary Army with the blood of our enemies. One day, the fame of our Imperial Auxiliary Army will spread across the land, striking fear into the hearts of our enemies!"

"For the name of the Imperial Auxiliary Army, we fight for our lord!"

"The Imperial Auxiliary Army is here, run for your lives!" the Yellow Turbans cried out in panic.

When Qin Feng heard this, he almost fell off his horse, thinking that the Imperial Auxiliary Army would indeed spread across the land, but whether it could strike fear into the hearts of his own troops was another matter. However, from what he could see, the Imperial Auxiliary Army was still more formidable than the Yellow Turbans.

Thus, the Xianyan Camp and the Imperial Auxiliary Army joined forces, along with two thousand of Qin Feng's troops and three thousand more from the rear, attacking the Yellow Turbans. Caught off guard, the Yellow Turbans, whose elite forces were at the front pursuing the government troops, scattered in all directions.

Xu Chu, Dian Wei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei fought together, while Qin Feng and Liu Bei continuously unleashed powerful attacks and defenses. It was hard to imagine anyone in the world who could withstand them.

They advanced fiercely from the rear and quickly killed more than ten thousand Yellow Turbans.

The news reached Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao. The two were fiercely pursuing the forces of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. Upon hearing that a formidable government army had arrived from the rear, they were momentarily confused.

Zhang Bao hurriedly asked, "How many troops are there?"

The messenger shouted, "It's too chaotic to tell, but there are a lot of them!" He suddenly remembered and added, "The banner is that of the Xianyan Camp!"

"The Xianyan Camp! The Xianyan Camp that killed Cheng Yuanzhi and Bian Xi!"

Zhang Liang and the other Yellow Turbans looked at each other in alarm. By now, the Yellow Turbans were well aware of the Xianyan Camp's reputation.

Zhang Liang, the General of the People, a rare military talent among the three brothers, hearing it was the Xianyan Camp, flew into a rage and shouted, "They have come just in time. I will kill them and avenge Cheng Yuanzhi, Deng Mao, and Bian Xi!"

Zhang Bao, the General of the Earth, a scholar by nature, was not as rash as Zhang Liang. He said, "Brother, as the commander, you must not act rashly. The enemy is few in number and caught us off guard. Send a commander to deal with them."

Zhang Liang agreed and called out a Yellow Turban general, He Yi, to lead five thousand of his own troops and another five thousand from the main force, totaling ten thousand, to encircle and suppress Qin Feng.

From the sky, the battlefield, spanning several dozen miles, was covered with countless troops. Many scattered soldiers and small groups of Yellow Turbans, numbering a few hundred to a thousand, roamed around Qin Feng's forces but were deterred by the Qin army's combat prowess and did not dare to approach easily.

This situation was due to the poor command and control of the Yellow Turbans. In ancient times, without radio communication, everything relied on messengers. To be honest, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's two hundred thousand troops were assembled from various villages, towns, and counties, with strong regional ties. Each unit ranged from a few dozen to a thousand people. Every day, new Yellow Turbans joined, while others left on their own. Therefore, even Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao did not know the exact number of their troops, only a rough estimate. Thus, they could not send messengers to gather them one by one.

The lack of a unified command structure was a significant characteristic of the Yellow Turbans. This also led to the Yellow Turban Rebellion, one of the largest uprisings at the end of a dynasty, failing to overthrow the ruling dynasty and being recorded in history.

In the end, it was due to the lack of capable leaders, all of whom were rough and uneducated.

In the city of Changshe, the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans were spread out over several dozen miles, making it difficult to coordinate effectively in a short time. Qin Feng seized the Yellow Turbans' disadvantage. Although he only had three thousand troops, he could gather and break through with ease.

His goal was clear: to break through the main camp of the Yellow Turbans and kill Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao. With generals like Dian Wei, Xu Chu, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, if he could break through, taking the heads of the enemy commanders would be like taking something from a pocket.

At the same time, he sent a message to Huangfu Song to reorganize his troops and support him.

The soldiers of the Qin army's Xianyan Camp, after several battles, had grown into elite warriors, each one a formidable fighter. With fierce generals like Dian Wei and Xu Chu, they moved forward without stopping, slaughtering the enemy mercilessly.

Liu Bei's Imperial Auxiliary Army soldiers had also grown. After inflicting heavy casualties on the Yellow Turbans and seizing their weapons, they were now fully equipped with iron weapons. Liu Bei was overjoyed, looking at the Qin army with pride, "Look, I didn't spend a single coin and now have a fully armed force. That's skill!"

Thus, Liu Bei, filled with enthusiasm, commanded Guan Yu and Zhang Fei from his horse, his whip pointing the way, and they fought with unmatched bravery.

The two thousand government troops under Qin Feng, inspired by their commander's strength, also saw a surge in their combat power.

Together, Qin Feng and Liu Bei, with four unparalleled generals, slaughtered the Yellow Turbans, causing them to cry out in pain and retreat in disarray.

Just then, a well-organized Yellow Turban force arrived.

Ten thousand Yellow Turbans, when scattered, seemed insignificant, but when gathered, formed a vast, dense, and dark mass that stretched as far as the eye could see. Liu Bei, seeing this, returned from his excited state, realizing he was fighting within tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans. Despite the earlier success, the Yellow Turbans were scattered, and if they gathered, his side would be in danger.

Liu Bei urgently called out, "General Qin, this must be a Yellow Turban commander sent to deal with us. They might gather more forces soon. Let's call it a day! Huangfu Song's situation is not our concern. We have already earned our merit!"

Qin Feng's eyebrows twitched, thinking that it was this kind of mindset that led to the government army's early defeats. The Yellow Turbans were also foolish, often fighting in scattered groups and only gathering when in danger. They lacked any coordination, relying solely on their numbers, which ultimately led to their defeat by the government army.

Qin Feng pointed his spear at the distant Yellow Turban banner, "The enemy's main camp is not far. I have already sent a message to General Huangfu Song. If we can break through their main camp, we can turn the tide!"

He raised his spear and shouted, "We are the last line of defense before the capital. Men, take up your weapons and defend our last line. Today, we will use the blood of our enemies to water the seeds of our fame. One day, our glory will spread across this land!"

"Rather die today than live in shame! Charge!"

Qin Feng led the charge, heading towards the ten thousand Yellow Turbans.

The commander's passion ignited the soldiers' fighting spirit.

"For our lord!" The four hundred Xianyan cavalry, raising their trident blades, transformed into a steel flood, following their lord under the leadership of Dian Wei and Xu Chu.

The two thousand government troops also shouted and charged bravely.

The dense footsteps resonated with the earth's pulse.

"For our lord!" In front of the Imperial Auxiliary Army, Zhang Fei raised his snake spear, his veins bulging as he felt a surge of bloodlust, determined to kill the enemy.

However, as Zhang Fei was filled with enthusiasm, Guan Yu glared at him, "Third Brother, you got it wrong!"

"Huh?" Zhang Fei was taken aback. Turning back, he saw Liu Bei's face turn extremely ugly. He quickly said, "I didn't get it wrong. I didn't call Qin Zijin, I called my brother!"

However, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei had never called Liu Bei "lord," which everyone knew.

Liu Bei's large ears flapped like a bell. In his view, Qin Feng's only skill was to rally the troops to fight for him. Liu Bei felt that if he did not charge forward, his reputation would be ruined. Reluctantly, he ordered his troops to follow Qin Feng.

On the battlefield.

Yellow Turban general He Yi, holding a large cleaver, saw a golden-helmeted, golden-armored general with a golden spear approaching. "This must be Qin Zijin!" He Yi, determined to kill Qin Zijin and disperse the government army, shouted, "He Yi is here, Qin Zijin, prepare to die!"

Qin Feng, who practiced his martial arts daily, was certainly skilled. If it were someone of Dian Wei's level, he might have avoided the fight. But for someone like He Yi, he did not even consider it a challenge.

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