Chapter 43

Qin Feng blocked He Yi's slashing saber, feeling that his opponent's strength was nothing special. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he drew a graceful Tai Chi arc with the gun in his right hand, accurately striking He Yi's left wrist.

"Ouch~" He Yi cried out in pain, his right hand loosening its grip on the saber, leaving his chest wide open.

"Die!"

The sharp tip of the True Wu Tai Chi Spear instantly pierced a transparent hole in He Yi's chest.

Seeing their lord kill the enemy general with one move, the soldiers following Qin Feng were greatly encouraged. They charged into the enemy ranks with shouts. Especially the Iron Cavalry of the Xianfeng Camp, living up to their reputation, trampled all over the battlefield, and under the cold gleam of their trident blades, countless heads fell.

There were too many Yellow Turbans, most of whom were refugees just a few days ago and were not real warriors. They could not face the powerful charge of the cavalry, and with their commander dead, the vanguard immediately scattered.

As the vanguard scattered, the soldiers in the center thought, "If the ones in front are running, why should I charge forward? I might as well run too."

Thus, the center also ran, and when the rear saw the vanguard and center running, they naturally wanted to run as well to be ahead of others.

In this way, by the time Liu Bei led his Imperial Auxiliary Army to charge, Qin Feng had already scattered the Yellow Turban ten-thousand-strong force.

"Disorganized and undisciplined, the soldiers are too focused on the movements of their commanders." Qin Feng evaluated the Yellow Turban Army, and comparing it to the armies of the future, he felt that the structure of modern armies was more advanced, with the focus on the combat effectiveness of non-commissioned officers and sergeants.

Therefore, in building his own army, Qin Feng particularly emphasized the role of squad leaders and platoon leaders, and stressed the importance of command authority transfer. The entire camp should not fall apart just because the commander dies.

Liu Bei felt that a fierce attack from the rear was indeed the best way to defeat the enemy. Under a rapid and fierce assault, the enemy found it difficult to mobilize large forces to encircle and suppress. Only a quick and sharp breakthrough could secure victory.

"Second Brother, Third Brother, when there's a chance, you must charge forward to kill enemy generals and earn merit!" Liu Bei instructed.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who had not yet killed any generals since they started their careers, were eager to try.

On the other side, at the main camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

"What! He Yi was also killed by Qin Zijin!" Zhang Bao was shocked.

In fact, there was no need for scouts to report. In the distance, a large group of Yellow Turban soldiers could be seen fleeing. In ancient times, there were no trench warfare or recapturing positions, so they could only reassemble and fight again.

"Second Brother, I'll go!" Zhang Liang could not hold back.

Zhang Bao shook his head, unwilling to see his brother take the risk. Most of his troops were pursuing Huangfu Song's forces, and if he were to gather them, he would have to abandon the pursuit of Huangfu Song, which he was reluctant to do. After some hesitation, he said, "Pass my order, recall Zhang Yan to intercept Qin Zijin's forces on the battlefield!"

Zhang Bao's main camp began to move east, delaying the time of contact with Qin Feng.

Qin Feng took advantage of the Yellow Turban Army's poor coordination. In less than half an hour, he charged forward relentlessly, achieving smooth and abundant results. His target was the main camps of Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao.

Liu Bei found things going smoothly and, on one hand, felt that Qin Feng had "good luck," while on the other hand, he pondered how to earn merit. He couldn't help but think of what Lu Zhi had said and cursed inwardly, "This time, I'll have my brothers kill a major general. This way, no one will dare say I'm just following Qin Feng to kill the enemy."

As for Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang, although it was difficult to gather scattered soldiers, the troops led by major generals could still be quickly mobilized. On the other hand, Zhang Bao sent messengers in all directions to gather scattered soldiers. Since there were no spare major generals to rally them, he ordered them to gather at his main camp.

Shortly, Zhang Yan's forces returned. Over ten thousand men began to intercept Qin Feng.

Liu Bei knew that Zhang Yan of the Black Mountain was a famous general of the Yellow Turbans and hurriedly said, "Second Brother, Third Brother, Qin Zijin's Xianfeng Camp is very strong, and he has over a thousand imperial troops, as well as my Imperial Auxiliary Army. Breaking this Yellow Turban force should not be a problem. My Imperial Auxiliary Army are all infantry and can't keep up with Qin Feng's cavalry. You both have horses and can go ahead to kill Zhang Yan and earn merit!"

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei had only killed a large number of soldiers at the beginning, and as Liu Bei said, the Imperial Auxiliary Army could not keep up with the Xianfeng Camp, so they could only pick up the stragglers.

Generals of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's caliber were naturally unwilling to just pick up stragglers. Hearing this, they were invigorated, bid farewell to Liu Bei, and spurred their horses forward.

Zhang Yan arrived, and as a major general, he was confident in his martial prowess. Although he knew that He Yi and others were killed in battle, he still charged forward.

The soldiers of the Black Mountain Army also had great confidence in their commander, "How can someone like He Yi compare to our General Zhang!"

"Anyone who faces our General Zhang is no match!"

Zhang Yan's martial prowess was undeniable. Leading ten thousand men, he only began to accelerate with a hundred cavalry when he saw Qin Feng's cavalry approaching, breaking through the infantry formation and charging straight at Qin Feng.

"Qin Zijin! Prepare to die!" Zhang Yan wielded his saber, the cold light flashing continuously.

"Damn! My brother-in-law is here!" Zhang Yan's sister, Chu Feiyu, was Qin Feng's beloved concubine in his previous life. Seeing Zhang Yan, Qin Feng's heart raced, thinking, "My brother-in-law's martial prowess is one of the few in the Yellow Turban generals who can score over 80, and he's almost 90, on par with Guan Hai. It's best not to provoke him."

As Qin Feng slowed his horse, he called to Dian Wei and Xu Chu, wanting to instruct the Dragon Guards not to kill Zhang Yan or cripple him, but how should he phrase it? "If not, my wife won't stay with me!" He felt this wasn't a good way to say it.

While he was organizing his words, two riders passed by like the wind. Looking closely, he saw a man with a red face and another with a leopard head and ringed eyes.

"Damn!" Qin Feng's heart sank, "This is bad, this is bad. Guan Yu, who can kill Hua Xiong with one strike, will surely take my brother-in-law's life!"

If his brother-in-law were to die, his beloved concubine would be furious. After all, it was Qin Feng leading the charge, and the death of her brother would be a deep grudge. Such a grudge would not allow her to share his bed. The answer was clearly no.

As Qin Feng was in a panic, he saw Guan Yu raise his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, the dragon on the blade seeming to come to life. Guan Yu's face was flushed red; he had killed too many small soldiers and had not yet killed a major general. This time, he would not let the opportunity slip.

This strike represented not only himself but also Liu Bei and the Imperial Auxiliary Army.

"Heaven will not die, the Yellow Heaven will perish! I am Guan Yu of the Imperial Auxiliary Army, take my blade!" Guan Yu roared, gathering all his strength into the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. The blade tip instantly transformed into a green dragon's head, and as it opened its mouth, it seemed about to swallow Zhang Yan whole.

"Imperial Auxiliary Army Guan Yu!" Qin Feng's heart sank, partly because the loyal and righteous Second Brother had become the leader of the Imperial Auxiliary Army, and partly because he feared Zhang Yan could not hold out. If Zhang Yan were to die, Qin Feng would lose one of his beloved concubines.

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