Liu Hao was also very clear about the disparity in strength. If the battle went on for a long time, once the soldiers exhausted their strength, they would only die in the end. Otherwise, he would not have ordered Zhang Fei and Guan Yu to take the enemy's commander directly.
First, they had to behead the enemy's general to destroy the enemy's morale. In this way, even if the Yellow Turban bandits had a large number of troops, they would be nothing more than a plate of loose sand.
As for the Yellow-scarved Strongman…
Roar!
After Ran Min met the Yellow-scarved Strongman, the Yellow-scarved Strongman let out a series of roars. A total of 200 Yellow-scarved Strongmen had bloodshot eyes and were panting heavily.
"He went berserk."
The corners of Liu Hao's mouth curled up slightly.
Once they went berserk, they would not be able to differentiate between friend and foe. They would become a killing machine on the battlefield. This was the weakness of the Yellow Scarf Strongman.
If this weakness was exposed at this time, it would only bring heavy losses to the Yellow Turban Army. There was no other reason. The Yellow Turban Strongmen had a total of 50,000 troops, and Liu Hao only had 1018.
When Ran Min saw the Yellow Turban Warrior go berserk, he immediately led the black-armored cavalry to leave quickly and set his eyes on the other Yellow Turban soldiers. Apart from the Yellow Turban Warrior, how could the other ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers be a match for the black-armored cavalry?
At that moment, the black-armored cavalry was like a long dragon that turned the Yellow Turban army upside down. Countless Yellow Turban soldiers were no match for them!
The situation was good. If it continued to develop according to the current situation, the 50,000 Yellow Turban soldiers would be nothing but dead souls under the black-armored cavalry's blades.
The charge of the black-armored cavalry, coupled with the death harvest of the eighteen cavalry of Yan Yun, was slowly crumbling the morale of the Yellow Turban Army.
Most importantly, the Yellow Scarf Strongman attacked indiscriminately after going berserk. He killed anyone he saw. His brutal appearance was like an inhumane beast.
When he looked at Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, the two of them charged straight at Cheng Yuanzhi. Zhang Fei's eyes widened as he roared angrily. The 18-foot-long Snake Spear in his hand was wrapped in the phantom of a demonic snake as it charged straight at Deng Mao's heart.
Deng Mao did not hesitate when he saw Zhang Fei attacking him. He immediately pulled out the saber at his waist and tried to collide with Zhang Fei.
However, Deng Mao was just a vanguard of the Yellow Turban Army. How could a mere third-rate general block Zhang Fei's sharp edge?
The phantom of the demon snake roared, and the 18-foot-long snake spear easily pierced into Deng Mao's heart. Blood spurted out, and Deng Mao screamed in pain.
Zhang Fei pulled out the Snake Spear with his arm and swept it at Deng Mao's head. With a muffled sound, the round head flew into the sky, and warm blood sprayed out.
When Cheng Yuanzhi saw Deng Mao leave the stage, he was so frightened that his entire body trembled. He reined in his horse and was about to turn around and escape.
"Haha, where are you going!"
Guan Yu laughed maniacally. Taking advantage of the fact that Cheng Yuanzhi was so frightened that he had lost all will to fight, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade suddenly slashed horizontally. It was as if it was cutting a piece of white paper as it easily took Cheng Yuanzhi's head off.
"The general is dead."
"Then what are we fighting for? Hurry up and escape.”
Sure enough, with the death of Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao, the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers were in chaos and fled like birds startled by the twang of a bow.
During their escape, they were constantly chased by the eighteen cavalries of Yan Yun and even the black-armored cavalry. They suffered heavy casualties. In a moment, more than 20,000 people of the 50,000-strong army were killed.
However, most of them still died in the indiscriminate attacks of the Yellow-scarved Strongman.
"What a disaster. Kill these 200 Yellow-scarved Strongmen for me.”
Seeing that the situation was settled, Liu Hao gave another order.
Ran Min took the lead, his hooked halberd aiming straight for the Yellow Scarf Warrior's head. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei also rode their horses over. In addition, no matter how violent the Yellow Scarf Warrior was, he was still a beast!
It had been less than an hour since they left the city to fight and Cheng Yuanzhi and the others were killed one after another. Liu Hao had only led a thousand cavalry to defeat these fifty thousand Yellow Turban bandits.
In Zhuo County, Zhou Jing's body trembled as he looked at the endless blood and broken limbs outside the city. He found it hard to believe that all of this was done by a mere thousand people.
"Open the city gates and welcome the general!"
He took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice.
Rumble!
The tightly shut city gate slowly opened. As the city gate opened, a ray of light shot out from the dark sky and shone into the city of Zhuo County.
Feeling the warm gaze, many commoners heaved a sigh of relief. They greedily sucked in the somewhat sweet air. Was this the feeling of being alive?
That was great.
After the battle ended, Liu Hao led a thousand cavalry into the city gates of Zhuo County.
Countless commoners stood on both sides. When Liu Hao, Guan Yu, and the others entered the city gate, many commoners knelt down in unison. The muffled sound of them kneeling together was indeed quite powerful.
"Thank you, General, for saving Zhuo County!”
"Thank you for saving my life, General!"
Many commoners said in unison.
"As a man of the Great Han Dynasty, this is what I should do. There's no need to thank me.”
Liu Hao looked at the people around him and said gently.
"This expert is really blind.”
At this moment, Zhou Jing led his personal guards and quickly walked up to them. Because he was a little excited, his face was especially red.
"Lord Zhou must be joking."
Liu Hao smiled and waved his hand. If it were anyone else, they would probably find it hard to believe that a mere 1,000 soldiers could defeat 50,000 Yellow Turban soldiers.
"Please move to my residence and let me entertain you.”
Zhou Jing was slightly stunned. The person in front of him was so capable, but he was not arrogant at all and was approachable. Immediately, his impression of him increased greatly. He immediately invited Liu Hao.
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