The Three Kingdoms: Starting from a Small County Magistrate
31 Alone, dominating the battlefield

Zhang Fei

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"Damn it, we've been tricked!"

"Everyone, retreat! Retreat!"

"I fell into the enemy's trap…Ah!”

The Yellow Turban soldiers at the front were ambushed. When they realized that they could not open the city gate, they wailed and retreated.

However, they fought without any rules.

In the beginning, everyone thought that they would get more benefits if they rushed to the front, so they swarmed forward.

As a result, the people in front of them could not retreat even if they wanted to.

A wave of thunder stones and rolling wood had killed over a hundred of his men!

"What are you afraid of? Charge forward!”

Seeing that the soldiers were in a panic and were clashing with each other, the Yellow Turban leader was so angry that his beard was about to explode." Whoever attacks the city first will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold. He can choose any woman in the city!

If anyone dares to run away, I'll chop them up!”

The Yellow Turban General didn't have much ability, but he was very good at scaring people.

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under great rewards.

Hearing the general's promise, these outlaws 'eyes instantly turned red. They killed their way back without caring about anything.

"Charge! I want to capture the most beautiful woman in the city and make her my wife!”

"Old Third Li, stop wasting time. Hurry up and move the siege ladder over! Do you still want to snatch a wife back?”

"Those behind, keep up. If you're slow, there'll be nothing left!”

They dared to rebel because they were not afraid of death.

In the face of huge benefits, they were willing to take risks.

"There aren't many guards in the city. We'll be fine after this wave.”

"Where's the City Charging Hammer?”

"Damn it, these corrupt officials killed so many of our brothers. We have to take revenge!”

Several deputy generals kept inciting the hearts of the people, enticing the Yellow Turban soldiers to charge forward.

War was like this. Once one's eyes went red from killing, one would not care about anything else.

"Women, I want women!"

"That 100 gold taels is mine. I want to go home and build a new house, sell a few pieces of land, and go to a few wives with big butts to give birth to children for me!”

……

The general had said before that when charging, one had to think about what was on their mind the most, and they would not be afraid of anything.

The Yellow Turban soldiers had never been educated and had long been brainwashed by the Path of Peace. They would naturally do whatever the general said.

However, these slogans could not save them.

The faster they charged, the faster they died.

Countless arrows flew from the watchtowers on the city walls, and each arrow was fast and accurate. A large number of people who were charging at the front instantly fell!

The tall city walls and the sturdy city gates made them despair again and again.

"General, the ladder is not high enough!"

"These arrow towers are too terrifying."

"Our brothers suffered heavy casualties…"

When they came back to their senses, they suddenly realized that no one was following them.

There were only corpses that stretched as far as the eye could see!

The Yellow Turban soldiers who had finally rushed to the bottom of the city wall looked at the corpses on the ground and trembled in fear. At this moment, they could neither advance nor retreat. They could only wait for death.

And this process was the most torturous.

"Retreat, quickly retreat!"

After losing nearly one-third of his forces, the Yellow Turban General finally gave the order through gritted teeth. The soldiers on the battlefield retreated in a sorry state.

Those who were left behind and managed to reach the bottom of the city wall with great difficulty became helpless and abandoned!

The Yellow Turban General did not care about the lives of those people. He turned around and ran.

He did not notice that a tall and burly fellow had quietly blocked in front of him.

"Hurry up and get out of the way. Don't block the way.”

The Yellow Turban General raised his saber and shouted angrily at the man. However, the man was not moved at all. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"You're courting death!"

The Yellow Turban General was very angry. At this critical moment of escaping, someone actually dared to stop him.

He didn't care if it was one of his own people or not. He raised his knife and slashed at the person.

Clang!

The man picked up a strange weapon and blocked the knife of the Yellow Turban General. He immediately took off the Yellow Turban on his head and shouted," I am Li Cunxiao, a general under County Magistrate Xiao. Traitor, take your life!"”

The King Yu Spear stabbed forward and pierced through the Yellow Turban General's chest.

He threw away the Yellow Turban General's corpse and quickly snatched the horse. He waved the King Yu Spear, and the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers fell like wheat under a sickle.

Li Cunxiao completely ignored the thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers around him, while he was alone.

He spurred his horse forward, charging left and right like a general of death, constantly reaping the lives of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Every time the lance was swung, more than ten people would die!

In a short while, his feet were piled with corpses. Thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers were so scared that they did not dare to approach!

One person dominated the entire battlefield!

"Oh my god, is he still human?"

"How long has it been? He has already killed over a hundred of our brothers.”

"Retreat, quickly retreat!"

The rest of the Yellow Turban thieves only hated their parents for not having two legs. They cried for their parents and fled in a sorry state.

Losing to a city was not scary.

However, Li Cunxiao had killed them all by himself!

It left a huge shadow in the hearts of these Yellow Turban remnants!

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