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45 A Black Flag Breaks the Dark Clouds

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Outside Yan County.

The wind was strong and the flags were fluttering.

The two armies faced each other, both emitting shocking killing intent.

On one side, there were more than ten thousand wounded soldiers, and on the other side, there were more than two hundred thousand Yellow Turban soldiers in chaos.

"Victory!"

The clan member's gaze was fierce as he dragged his saber and charged forward.

The difference in numbers was too great. No battle formation or strategy could withstand a single blow.

What they could do now was to kill the two commanders, Zhang Bao and Zhang Niujiao. Once these two died, the rest of the Yellow Turban Army would not be able to withstand a single blow.

"Puchi!"

The two armies bordered each other.

The unarmored Yellow Turban Army was instantly torn apart.

Clan member Xu Rong's aura soared into the sky as he charged towards Zhang Bao's direction.

Both of them were experienced commanders.

They knew that the remnants of the army needed morale, but where did morale come from? They could only kill their generals and break the enemy's flag.

More than 200,000 Yellow Turban soldiers.

They were like weeds, and even wounded soldiers could fight with them.

The sky was dark.

A dark cloud covered the sky.

The storm was coming, and the sounds of killing filled the sky.

A strong wind blew, and the stench of blood spread in all directions, rushing straight into Yan County City. It was smelly and pungent.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly sounded.

Dust billowed behind the Yellow Turban Army.

A terrifying cloud of sand and dust spread across the ground and quickly spread toward the Yellow Turban main force.

Amidst the dust, an army could be vaguely seen running amok. Hundreds of banners and bright blades tore through the dust.

"This is?"

Zhang Bao turned his horse around, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhang Niujiao and the others did the same. They turned around and muttered to themselves,""Behind us is Whiterun. Why would such a large army secretly cross over?”

"Boom!"

It was raining heavily.

The rain pressed down all the dust.

In the endless water curtain between heaven and earth, a large army came with their sabers.

A black flag danced wildly in the heavy rain. The words 'Iron Blood' were written on it, as if it was poured with blood, and it was extremely dazzling.

"Marquis of Beiliang!"

Zhang Bao's expression changed drastically. He had long lost his previous arrogance.

The Iron Blood Army, Changshui, and Shesheng were formed from the integration of the two battalions, and they were able to roam freely in the Western Regions of the Northern Liang.

This army.

He had long become famous in the Great Han Dynasty.

Now that the Iron Blood Army had arrived, it was obvious that Yan Chuan had already arrived at the East County battlefield.

The clan member did not care that the raindrops mixed with blood flowed into his armor after killing a Yellow-scarved Strongman. He just laughed wantonly and said,"General Xu Rong, the Marquis of Beiliang is here. It seems like the heavens are blessing us!”

"Are you here?"

Xu Rong's eyes were filled with joy.

Back then, he was fortunate enough to see Yan Chuan and the Iron Blood Army from afar.

No army in the world could imitate that kind of unbridled tyranny.

At that time, it was just the beginning of the Northern Liang and Yan Chuan had returned to Guzang.

The army.

The Blue Cloud Cavalry moved up and down, quickly approaching the Yellow Turban Army.

Yan Chuan's eyes were indifferent and fierce. He held his halberd and a Dragon Sparrow at his waist as he stared coldly at the Yellow Turban army five hundred steps away.

Behind him.

The flag belonging to the Iron Blood Army shook even more violently.

On the left and right, Lu Bu led the 9,000 soldiers of the Iron Blood Army, their sabers cutting through the rain as they surged forward like waves.

Yesterday.

They had already reached the white horse.

After a short rest, they headed straight for Yan County.

Now, it seemed that…

It was just in time for this battle, and the Yellow Turban main force was weak behind them.

The Iron Blood Army could directly crush a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers like cutting meat pies. How could they give up such a good opportunity?

"Prepare the arrows!"

Yan Chuan's eyes lit up.

In the heavy rain, a hazy light that was invisible to the naked eye appeared.

One, two, three, light rays of light burst out from Yan Chuan's body, radiating in all directions until they covered the nine thousand Iron Blood soldiers.

Five hundred steps.

Three hundred steps.

Two hundred steps.

"Clang!"

Yan Chuan's eyes were cold and sharp as he shouted," Three soldiers, form a triangle formation. Nine thousand soldiers, form an arrow formation. Everyone, don't linger in battle. All of you, charge towards Commander Zhang Bao's flag!”

"Swoosh!"

Lu Bu raised his bow and drew the bowstring.

"Release!"

The two armies were less than a hundred steps apart.

Yan Chuan opened his arms, and two weapons of slaughter slashed through the rain, releasing a terrifying killing intent.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

9,000 Flying Feather Arrows shot out.

The densely packed arrows were even more terrifying than a rainstorm.

The arrow was extremely sharp and dazzling. It fell a hundred steps away like a star.

"Boom!"

Yan Chuan rode his horse into the battlefield.

Above his head, the arrows were still falling, as if he was triggering them.

The scene was shocking. Countless Yellow Turban soldiers were dumbfounded. Even Dong Zhuo and the others in the county building of Yan County widened their eyes.

"Puff!"

Yan Chuan was like a god of death.

Bathed in the rain and blood.

The Dragon Sparrow's sharpness directly sliced a Yellow-scarved Strongman in half.

The halberd pierced through the curtain of rain and swept across several Yellow Turban soldiers like a heavenly pillar. Seventy-two halberd techniques, chopping, hooking, probing, and hanging. Halberd shadows shuttled through the curtain of rain and broke through the defensive line formed by the Yellow Turban Warriors in front of them.

Wherever he passed, not a single Yellow Turban soldier's body was intact.

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