Wancheng
"Chief Zhao Hong, we have been fighting with the Han army for several months. Recently, there have been rumors that the Great Sage Army has entered Black Mountain in the west and Chief Mad Dragon has entered Mount Tai in the east. Now, all the Yellow Turban soldiers are rushing to these two places.”
After Han Zhong finished speaking, he stood beside Zhao Hong and watched the Han Army camp outside Wan City with Zhao Hong. After a long while, Zhao Hong's voice could be heard.
"Then…we won't take revenge for the Divine Ambassador?”
Zhao Hong's question seemed to be asking Han Zhong, but it was more like he was asking himself. Han Zhong was speechless when he heard this. Several months ago, Divine Envoy Zhang Man became the Yellow Turban Army's conqueror of Wan City and died fighting outside.
Zhang Mancheng did not order the Yellow Turban army that was attacking the city to retreat and rescue them even after his death. It could be said that in the past few months, the 60,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in Wan City had fought the Han army almost with the belief of revenge.
And now, the Jizhou Yellow Turban and Yingchuan Yellow Turban had all gone into hiding, and the Runan Yellow Turban had also gone to Black Mountain or Mount Tai. Now, seven out of ten of the Yellow Turban in the world were gone, and the most active ones were the sixty thousand Nanyang Yellow Turban led by Zhao Hong, Li Wenhou, and Beigong Boyu, who were rebelling in Xiliang.
"Old Han, are you afraid of death?"
"Oh, of course not."
Zhao Hong asked casually, while Han Zhong answered calmly.
"Alright then, tell Sun Xia to bring 40,000 men to Mount Tai to look for the Mad Dragon Chief. Tonight, you and I will lead 20,000 followers close to 'Divine Ambassador' Zhang Mancheng to attack the Han army camp. Zhao Hong shall die here."
When Zhao Hong said this, it was as if he wasn't the one who would die tonight. Han Zhong didn't answer him either. He just silently glanced at the Han army camp outside the city and walked down the city tower.
"Canal Marshal! How could Sun Xia be a coward? Sun Xia is willing to follow the commander to defeat the enemy tonight!”
"Sun Xia, Old Han and I are both in our forties. If it wasn't for the Divine Emissary saving us with the talisman water, we would have died long ago. We have no choice but to repay such a great kindness. You are only in your twenties, in the prime of your youth.”
Sun Xia was about to retort when Zhao Hong interrupted him!
"Alright, this matter has already been decided. Don't mention it again. After you go to Mount Tai, don't tarnish the reputation of our Nanyang Yellow Turban!”
Sun Xia's face was bitter and he was speechless.
At midnight, the night was already dark. At this moment, the lights in the main tent of the Han army camp outside Wan City were still shining, making the tent seem as if it was daytime.
"I won't hide it from General Sun. I don't know why I've been so frightened recently.”
Qin Jie was sitting in the main seat, frowning as he spoke to Sun Jian, who was sitting cross-legged. Sun Jian yawned and rubbed his eyes.
" Governor Qin, there's no need to think too much. It's most likely because you've been working day and night for the past few months. Jian and Governor Qin have been fighting against the Yellow Turban bandits in Wan City for several months. We've won more than we lost. Now, we have more than ten thousand troops under our command, all of them cavalry. Even if the Yellow Turban bandits have tens of thousands of people, they can only hide in Wan City. I'm afraid that in a few days, they will run out of food.”
Qin Jie stood up, took two steps, and stretched his body.
"If that's the case, we can't let our guard down in the near future. We're afraid that the Yellow Turban bandits will fight to the death!”
As soon as Qin Jie finished speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out in the tent. Sun Jian was so shocked that he instantly jumped up, pulled out the ancient ingot knife at his waist and walked out. Qin Jie also turned around and pulled out the sword on the table, turned around and ran out.
As soon as he left the tent, Qin Jie saw the flames in the front camp rising into the sky. Under the dark night and strong wind, the Han army was in a mess. Fortunately, Sun Jian had always been dignified. In just a moment, he had gathered three to four thousand soldiers.
However, because the Yellow Turban army had set fire to the camp, the warhorses were frightened. Sun Jian could only walk into formation while slowly gathering the rest of the Han soldiers.
"General Sun! The Yellow Turban bandits have the advantage in numbers. Our army was originally cavalry, but now we don't have warhorses and are in formation on foot. I'm afraid..."
"Humph! The troops under my Sun Jian! But the ordinary Han army can not compare, Qin prefect wait for a while, let's see Sun Jian defeat the enemy!”
Sun Jian waved his ancient ingot knife and pointed forward!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Sun Jian's soldiers were instantly filled with morale. They rushed forward with spears and long knives. The Yellow Turban soldiers were not afraid and fought with the Han army.
At this moment, the Han army camp was like a meat grinder. The Han army was far inferior to the Yellow Turban Army in terms of numbers. Even if Sun Jian's subordinates were all elites, each of them could fight against ten people!
However, in the camp, every time the Han army killed a Yellow Turban soldier, another Yellow Turban soldier would immediately rush forward. It was as if there was no end to it!
In the end, even Sun Jian went down to kill the enemy with his saber. At this moment, there was no one else beside Qin Jie except for a few bodyguards!
He knew his own abilities. Among the Six Arts and Five Rituals of the Confucianists, there were also 'archery' and 'fierce ceremonies'. However, these two were not techniques for killing on the battlefield. When Qin Jie saw that Sun Jian had already entered the battlefield to fight, he could only stay here. He was also anxious.
Suddenly, a man rushed out from the right side of Qin Jie. He was wearing a yellow turban, bare-chested, and holding a large saber. He hacked left and right, and none of the Han soldiers could fight him. Qin Jie naturally recognized this man.
Who was this person? It was Zhao Hong, the Yellow Turban Nanyang Marshal!
Zhao Hong shouted," Revenge for Divine Envoy!”
The saber in his hand danced wildly! As they approached Qin Jie, Qin Jie forced himself to calm down and ordered his personal guards to stop them. However, Zhao Hong did not care at all. He only attacked with his saber and did not defend. How could Qin Jie's personal guards be a match for Zhao Hong?
This sword! His momentum was like a bolt of lightning, and his speed was like a shooting star. It was unexpected that Qin Jie also had such martial arts!
However, as the saying goes,'The soft is afraid of the hard, the hard is afraid of the violent, the violent is afraid of the stunned, the stunned is afraid of the reckless, and the reckless is afraid of the crazy.'
At this moment, Zhao Hong was clearly not afraid of his life! Zhao Hong did not block the sword. Instead, he moved forward and slashed with his long saber! He slashed at Qin Jie who was in the air!
This gave Qin Jie a fright and he quickly withdrew his move to block, but what power could he borrow in the air?
"Ah!"
"How is that possible? No!"
Qin Jie's body, which had been cut into two by Zhao Hong, was not completely dead. He could only wail on the ground. Zhao Hong suddenly burst into laughter. As he laughed, he suddenly burst into tears.
"Divine Emissary! I, Zhao Hong, have avenged you!"
"Thief, how dare you!"
A saber light suddenly appeared! Like a crescent moon, Sun Jian saw Qin Jie being attacked by the Yellow Turbans and hurriedly turned around to save him. However, he was still a step too late. Sun Jian was furious. With a roar, he waved his ancient ingot knife and slashed at Zhao Hong!
"Ah!"
Zhao Hong could not dodge in time. Sun Jian had slashed him on the back, so he quickly braced himself and brandished his saber to fight. However, Zhao Hong had attacked the middle troops from the periphery and killed Qin Jie. He had lost his spirit and energy, and Sun Jian had slashed him from the back. He barely blocked two more slashes from Sun Jian before he was slashed in the abdomen by Sun Jian, and then his head was cut off.
However, when Sun Jian picked up Zhao Hong's head, he was in disbelief. After all, Zhao Hong was still smiling after his death.
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