In the golden lock of the eight gates.
Yan Chuan fought happily.
Large numbers of Yellow Turban soldiers died under his halberd.
The goose formation continued to advance, and the eight large formations were unable to function normally. They had completely crashed.
"Cough cough!"
On the battlefield, Zhang Jiao spat out another mouthful of blood in anger. He stared into the distance with his gray eyes and shouted coldly,"Guan Hai, the four of you will lead the Yellow Scarf Warriors to stop Yan Chuan. As long as the Eight Gates Golden Lock is activated, the Northern Liang Army will not be able to withstand a single blow!”
"Here!"
Guan Hai, Liao Hua, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao shouted.
Amidst the chaotic army.
Yan Chuan was in the midst of a fierce battle.
Suddenly, he felt a strong wind tearing at his face.
A bright silver light swept through the air and charged toward him like a wave.
"Hmm?"
Yan Chuan's eyes narrowed.
He did not retreat or dodge. The Dragon Sparrow in his hand flipped upwards, and the blade swallowed all the air around him. It made an ear-piercing sound as it cut through the incoming silver light.
"Hiss!"
Liao Hua took a deep breath and turned his horse around to retreat.
His martial strength wasn't weak, but the saber in his hand was actually broken. How could he fight?
"Interesting!"
Yan Chuan sneered and glanced at Liao Hua who was retreating before leading the army forward again.
" General Yan," Xu Rong said in surprise," that man seems to be Liao Hua. Dong Zhuo met him when he was fighting Zhang Bao in East County. Niu Fu even suffered a small loss at his hands. He's quite talented at leading the army!"”
"Ignore him!"
Yan Chuan galloped his horse to fight.
Bathed in blood, they continued to advance.
Shu did not have any generals, and Liao Hua was the vanguard. However, he knew that Liao Hua was not mediocre in history. Instead, he was very talented. Liao Hua was ranked eighth in Shu, and Zhao Yun was ranked first.
The flames of war filled the air.
The area within ten miles of Julu City was covered in blood.
The battlefield between the two sides had entered a white-hot stage, and the Yellow Turban army was utterly defeated.
Even if there were 8,000 Yellow Turban Warriors, they could not stop the massacre of the Northern Liang Army. With the six halos of the army, the Dark Light Armor, the Mo Saber, and the Battle Cavalry beyond the Great Wall, the two armies of the Northern Liang could not be compared to the Yellow Turban Army, which had simple and crude combat preparations.
In just an hour, the Eight Gates Golden Lock had already become a broken array.
"Stomp!"
"Stomp!"
Yan Chuan rode on his horse.
Under the iron hooves of the Green Cloud Cavalry, there were all broken corpses.
One man, one horse, one saber, and one halberd pressed down on the Yellow Turban Army until they kept retreating.
"Clang!"
Yan Chuan stabbed his halberd into the ground and looked at the chariots behind the tens of thousands of soldiers. He said indifferently,"Zhang Jiao, if you still don't come out, I'll have to kill my way in!”
"Creak!"
"Creak!"
The chariot drove out again.
This time, half of Zhang Jiao's hair had turned white. His essence, qi, and spirit had all dissipated. He sat cross-legged on the war chariot, staring at Yan Chuan and asking,"Even so, the Marquis of Beiliang still called me out?”
"Pa!"
The Dragon Sparrow flew several zhang away and landed in front of the chariot.
Yan Chuan's gaze was cold as he said in a deep voice," Eighty thousand Yellow Turban elite soldiers and eight thousand Yellow Turban strongmen. Less than forty thousand people have died. If you die, they can live. If you don't commit suicide, I will send all of you on your way!"”
"How many people have you killed?"
Zhang Jiao asked.
Yan Chuan's eyes were full of mockery as he sneered," That day, when we were in Yan County, Lu Zigan asked me how to pacify the Road of Peace. I said that the Road of Peace needed 200,000 dead to prevent the endless bandits in the future. More than 10,000 people died in Yan County, more than 30,000 people died in White Horse, more than 20,000 people died in Zhao, and more than 100,000 people died in Julu. That's 200,000 people!”
"Ha!"
Zhang Jiao's eyes were wide open.
From the moment Yan Chuan led the troops down, he had never calculated the casualties.
After several defeats, the Yellow Turban commanders were killed, and the Yellow Turban army, which was already divided, had long since scattered.
Now, Yan Chuan spoke.
In total, more than 200,000 people had died.
With the two battlefields of Guangzong and Zhuzhang not being counted, more than half of the elite soldiers he gathered from the eight states would definitely die.
The person in front of him was definitely a peerless killing god, the nightmare of his enemies.
"Great teacher!"
Guan Hai, Liao Hua, and the others all exclaimed.
"Stomp!"
Zhang Jiao staggered down from the war chariot and pulled out the Dragon Sparrow from the scarlet ground. He sighed,"Dragon Sparrow Bind. It is rumored that a few days ago, when the Marquis of Beiliang was in Luoyang, a Dragon Sparrow of Great Liang suppressed the three dukes and nine ministers.”
"Not bad!"
Yan Chuan said indifferently.
Zhang Jiao laughed at himself." Today, I'll die under the Dragon Sparrow. Am I on the same level as the three dukes?"”
Puchi!
The Dragon Sparrow's blade spun.
Blood splattered and shone brightly under the reflection of the sun.
Zhang Jiao didn't say anything. He just turned around and looked at Guan Hai as if he was asking why he was still alive after he died…
"Why am I still alive?!"
Guan Hai's hands were trembling as he looked at Zhang Jiao's body in confusion.
In the Battle of Yingchuan, Bo Cai died, but he was still alive. Zhang Liang, who attacked Beiliang at night, died, but he was still alive. Now, Zhang Jiao was dead, but he was still alive!
"Puchi!"
Guan Hai raised his sword and committed suicide.
His eyes were filled with relief.
The Path of Peace was a wrong path to begin with. He should not have lived!
"Zhang Jiao, die!"
"Abandon your weapon and don't kill!"
Yan Chuan looked down at the tens of thousands of soldiers.
Behind him, Lu Bu, Xu Rong, and the soldiers of the Northern Liang Army shouted.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Countless Yellow Turban soldiers abandoned their weapons.
Everyone knelt on the ground, trembling.
Yan Chuan recalled his Dragon Sparrow and looked down at Liao Hua who was kneeling on the ground. He said indifferently,"Take out your blade and cut off Zhang Jiao's head!"
"Here!"
Liao Hua's heart trembled.
Without any hesitation, he casually raised a saber and chopped off Zhang Jiao's head!
Yan Chuan's eyes were full of smiles as he asked,"Zhang Jiao is a great teacher. How can you just cut off the Heaven of the Road of Peace?”
"Marquis of Beiliang!"
Liao Hua said bitterly," I'm not a believer of the Path of Peace at all. The Liao family is a noble family in Miannan. It's only because the Jingzhou Yellow Turban Marshal, Zhang Mancheng, led his men to destroy their family mansion that they had no choice but to join the Yellow Turban army to live!”
"Xu Rong, Fengxian!"
Yan Chuan turned his horse around and said in a deep voice," The Second Legion will clean up the battlefield. The Iron Blood Army will count the casualties. Liao Hua, Zhang Ji, gather the surrendered soldiers. Kill all those who resist!"”
"Here!"
The generals shouted.
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