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The sky was overcast, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the foot of Mount Daxing. The mist swirling through the mountains resembled a giant dragon coiling in the air. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei led five hundred local warriors, gathered at the foot of the mountain. Their weapons glinted coldly, and their rough armor could not conceal the determination in their eyes. In the distance, the banners of the Yellow Turban Army filled the sky, and the sounds of battle echoed through the forest.
Liu Bei rode forward at the front of his troops, flanked by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. The three stood shoulder to shoulder. Liu Bei looked up at the vast array of the Yellow Turban Army blocking out the sun, took a deep breath, and felt no fear in his heart. He drew his sword and pointed its tip directly at the enemy forces, shouting loudly, "Yellow Turban rebels, today you shall be buried here!"
As the two armies faced off, a figure from within the Yellow Turban Army rode out—Cheng Yuanzhi. Clad in coarse armor with a fierce expression, he shouted loudly, "You vermin of Zhuo County dare to challenge me, Cheng Yuanzhi? Are you seeking death?"
Liu Bei urged his horse forward, raising his whip to point at Cheng Yuanzhi while angrily retorting, "Cheng Yuanzhi, you traitor! You bring suffering to the people; today you shall not escape! Dismount and surrender at once, and I may spare your life!"
Cheng Yuanzhi was enraged by these words; he slammed his hand on his saddle and roared, "The Yellow Turbans are destined to succeed! How dare you vermin act so arrogantly! Deng Mao, bring me his head!"
Beside Cheng Yuanzhi, a deputy named Deng Mao charged forward on horseback, wielding an iron spear aimed directly at Liu Bei and his companions with ferocity. However, Zhang Fei let out a loud laugh, raised his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear, and spurred his horse forward like an enraged tiger.
"Little thief, do you dare come to your death?" Zhang Fei's voice boomed like thunder as he thrust the spear towards Deng Mao's chest. In an instant, with a flash of cold light, the spear pierced through armor; blood splattered everywhere as Deng Mao let out a horrific scream before falling from his horse with a thud—lifeless in an instant. Zhang Fei raised his spear again, its bloodied tip pointing toward the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army as he bellowed, "Who else dares to come to their death?"
The morale of the Yellow Turban Army faltered. Yet Cheng Yuanzhi, witnessing his deputy's demise, was consumed by rage. Gritting his teeth, he urged his horse forward with his Dadao aimed straight at Zhang Fei. His steed galloped like the wind while his blade glimmered like snow as he charged with lethal intent toward Zhang Fei.
"Foolish man, do not be arrogant!" Guan Yu snorted coldly as he spurred his horse to meet him. His Green Dragon Crescent Blade sliced through the air with a chilling sound as it drew a brilliant arc. Before Cheng Yuanzhi could close in, he felt an overwhelming chill. Struggling to raise his blade in defense was futile; Guan Yu's strength shook him to his core as he lost balance on his horse.
"Slash!" Guan Yu shouted fiercely as he brought down his blade without hesitation. Cheng Yuanzhi had no time to react; a flash of steel passed by before he realized that his body had been cleaved in two. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, soaking the ground beneath him. His head rolled away from his body with wide-open eyes filled with disbelief at his fate.
Chaos erupted within the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army as soldiers witnessed their leader being slain; they cried out in panic and scattered like leaves in a storm. Seeing this, Liu Bei raised his sword high and shouted loudly, "Brothers! The Yellow Turban leader has been slain; there is nothing to fear from the remnants! Charge with me and wipe out these rebels!"
With Cheng Yuanzhi dead, disorder spread through the Yellow Turban Army as soldiers fled like headless chickens. Liu Bei wasted no time in calling out for pursuit: "Chase them down! Leave no thief alive!" The five hundred local warriors surged forward like tigers descending from a mountain, hunting down the fleeing remnants of the Yellow Turban Army. The earth trembled beneath them as battle cries roared like thunder; birds took flight from the trees in alarm and soared across the gray sky.
As they pursued relentlessly, swords and blades clashed, blood splattering across their armor. Liu Bei's hands, gripping his sword, had grown numb and sore, yet his gaze remained sharp and unwavering. Along the way, soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army dropped their weapons and knelt in surrender, the fields littered with bound captives. The setting sun cast a crimson hue over the battlefield, and Liu Bei's forces finally came to a halt, having captured thousands; the Yellow Turban Army was nearly annihilated.
Upon returning to Zhuo County, Governor Liu Yan awaited them at the city gate. Seeing Liu Bei and his companions covered in blood yet still spirited, with five hundred local warriors behind them brimming with pride, he couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Nephew Xuan De is indeed extraordinary! To annihilate the enemy in a single battle is truly a blessing for Youzhou!"
Liu Bei dismounted and knelt alongside Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, respectfully saying, "Governor, you flatter us. This victory was achieved through the unity of our entire army." Liu Yan personally helped him up and then turned to the soldiers behind him, announcing loudly, "All troops have contributed; everyone shall be rewarded! Follow me into the city to celebrate our victory!"
That night, Zhuo County was ablaze with lights as soldiers gathered in Liu Yan's residence. The aroma of food and wine filled the air as they celebrated their great triumph. However, just as the feast was halfway through, a messenger burst in hurriedly, kneeling to present an urgent report from Governor Gong Jing of Qingzhou: "The Yellow Turban Army is besieging Qingzhou! The city is in imminent danger; the Governor requests reinforcements!"
Liu Yan's expression darkened as he trembled slightly while holding the document. After a moment of contemplation, he glanced at Liu Bei and said, "Nephew, the Yellow Turbans are powerful. If Qingzhou falls, it could lead to chaos across the land. What do you think we should do?"
Liu Bei straightened his posture and replied solemnly, "I am willing to lead an army for rescue! If we can defeat the Yellow Turbans, we can stabilize Qingzhou and relieve pressure on Youzhou."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yan nodded and summoned Zou Jing, ordering him to command five thousand troops to accompany Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei on their expedition to Qingzhou.
Three days later, the rescue army arrived outside Qingzhou City. From afar, they could see thick smoke rising from the city walls; the Yellow Turban Army surrounded it like an impenetrable iron barrel, their battle cries deafening. Liu Bei dismounted and stood on a high ground, surveying the enemy camp and estimating that there were at least tens of thousands of enemy soldiers. He turned to Zou Jing and said, "The Yellow Turban Army is formidable; we must first ascertain their strength before engaging directly."
However, the Yellow Turban Army had already spotted the rescue forces. A subordinate general raised a large flag and commanded his soldiers to split up and charge forward like a tidal wave. Seeing this, Liu Bei immediately directed his troops to engage in battle; yet with such a disparity in numbers—the Yellow Turban Army overwhelming them by dozens—Liu Bei's forces soon found themselves unable to hold their ground.
On the battlefield where blades flashed like lightning and blood flowed like rivers, Zhang Fei wielded his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear with ferocity, lunging into the enemy ranks like a fierce tiger and sending Yellow Turban soldiers flying; Guan Yu's Dadao gleamed coldly as each strike felled multiple enemy soldiers. Liu Bei commanded from the center with his sword raised high to protect his core forces. Yet ultimately overwhelmed by sheer numbers, their rescue army soon fell into chaos.
Seeing their formation about to collapse, Liu Bei decisively sounded the retreat signal and led his troops back thirty miles to establish camp in a strategically advantageous location. As night fell, flickering lights illuminated the camp where exhausted soldiers groaned in fatigue.
Inside the tent, Liu Bei wore a grave expression as he spread out a map before him with focused eyes. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei stood quietly by his side until Zhang Fei could no longer contain himself. "Brother Xuan De," he exclaimed, "how can we retreat? Let us fight fiercely tomorrow! I Zhang Fei do not believe these bandits are truly invincible!"
Liu Bei raised his head, his gaze calm and resolute. "Bravery alone is not enough. The Yellow Turban Army is numerous, and to confront them head-on would be tantamount to seeking our own destruction. We must use strategy and achieve victory through surprise."
Guan Yu nodded slightly. "What clever plan does Brother Xuan De have? Please speak freely."
Liu Bei pointed to the map and said in a low voice, "This area has treacherous terrain. We can divide our forces for an ambush. Yun Chung, you will lead a thousand troops to lie in wait on the left of the mountain, while Yi De will take another thousand to the right. I will camp in the center to draw the enemy's attack. When the Bandit Army charges towards the center, I will sound the signal, and both sides will strike simultaneously at their flanks. We will surely be able to rout them!"
Zhang Fei's eyes lit up at these words, filled with enthusiasm. "Excellent! This time, I will make sure they are thrown into disarray!" Guan Yu nodded steadily. "This plan is feasible. Tomorrow, Brother Xuan De must proceed with caution; we will not fail your trust."
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