"I'm on it!"
A Yellow Turban Deathsworn shouted, very pleased with himself.
Before he could react, his head had already been chopped off by a soldier of the Zhao Country.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
On the ladder, there were many Yellow Turban men of sacrifice.
The soldiers of the State of Zhao shot out rows of arrows, rolling wood, smashing stones, and burning oil.
It would be difficult to take them down for a while!
Zhang Yu's eyes darkened and he shouted,""Brothers, the yellow sky shall rise! The great teacher is waiting for us!”
As soon as he said this, the Yellow Turban's morale was boosted.
Less than 90,000 Yellow Turban warriors swarmed forward like locusts.
Zhao Feng looked down and sneered.
This was the first time he had encountered 100,000 Yellow Turbans since he transmigrated.
Outside the city, more than 10,000 Yellow Turban corpses littered the ground.
On the city, many Zhao soldiers fell down.
The battlefield was unusually tragic.
Even though he was familiar with the battlefield on TV, Zhao Feng felt slightly disgusted when he smelled the thick smell of blood for the first time.
Corpses were everywhere, limbs were broken, blood flowed like a river, and brain matter splattered everywhere.
Zhao Feng held the God-Slaying Halberd tightly before calming down.
"Looks like I still haven't adapted.”
Zhao Feng thought.
This was a common problem for transmigrators.
No one could blend into an unfamiliar world at once.
Only after getting used to it could he slowly integrate into it.
He restrained his nausea.
" You're so powerful!" Zhao Feng's eyes darkened as he shouted,"”
"Mighty!"
"Mighty!"
"The Yellow Turban will definitely lose!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
On the city, the morale of the Zhao soldiers was high.
Zhang Yu stared at the armored youth on the city wall and couldn't help but reveal a hint of hatred.
"Who is he?"
Zhang Yu looked at the city wall with deep hatred.
"I'm willing to go!"
A burly Yellow Turban general picked up a broad axe and led hundreds of Yellow Turban death warriors to climb the ladder.
This person had boundless strength and was extremely powerful.
He went straight to the city.
"Protect the lord!"
The eighteen cavalrymen of Yan Yun held their scimitars tightly and protected Zhao Feng.
This person swept through the Zhao Country and killed many soldiers.
Zhao Feng's eyes darkened, and the God-Slaying Halberd shot out like a beam of light.
Ah!
The general screamed and his head was separated from his body, dying on the city wall.
Zhao Feng raised his head and shouted,""Defend!"
The sky gradually darkened.
A red sun fell down the mountain.
Zhang Yu was anxious.
One hundred thousand Qingzhou Yellow Turbans had lost twenty thousand before they could take down Handan.
"Marshal, why don't we bypass Handan and head straight for Guangzong?" a Yellow Turban general said in a low voice.”
"If the Han army from Handan attacks from behind, how can we stop them?" Zhang Yu shook his head.”
If they didn't take down Handan, once the Guangzong Han army attacked from both sides, the 100,000 Qingzhou Yellow Turbans would probably die in Jizhou!
The red sun set, and the slaughter continued.
A chill came over him, and Zhang Yu felt irritated.
"I wonder if the great teacher is doing well in Guangzong?”
Another Yellow Turban general cupped his fists and bowed."Canal Marshal, it's getting dark. Why don't we set up camp outside the city and fight tomorrow?”
"It's not far from here.”
"Alright, let's retreat!" Zhang Yu sighed.”
Clang! Clang!
From the Yellow Turban formation came the sound of a retreat.
Tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans gradually retreated.
Suddenly, a torch was lit on the city wall.
The torches lit up the sky, and the surroundings fell silent!
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, it was as if the sky and earth were collapsing, and thunder rumbled!
On both sides, there were shouts of battle.
At night, it was impossible to see how many ambushes there were.
"Not good," said Zhang Yu in alarm,"we've been tricked!"”
The Yellow Turban had been on the run all the way and did not have a good rest.
Just as they retreated, they were ambushed again.
Many Yellow Turbans panicked and fled.
"Don't run around!" Zhang Yu shouted angrily.”
In the dark night, who would care about him?
After all, the Yellow Turbans were a mob.
Ah!
Ah!
Screams could be heard as many Yellow Turbans were killed by a wave of crossbow bolts.
Immediately after, the cavalry charged forward, brandishing their weapons.
Many Yellow Turbans died.
Zhang Yu didn't know how many soldiers were left, so he hurriedly led his men to escape.
In the dark night, one could vaguely see a large river emitting a cold light.
"Cross the river, cross the river!" shouted Zhang Yu.”
Plop!
Plop!
The Yellow Turban soldiers were driven into the river. Those who could not swim died in the river.
Boom!
A loud sound rang out.
At the upper end of the river, the river water covered the sky and covered the earth.
Even those who could swim would drown in the river.
Zhang Yu jumped off his horse and wanted to step on the corpse to cross the Fushui River.
A battle cry sounded from the left as a white-robed general with a silver spear charged out.
He hurriedly fled, but the white-robed general was extremely fast.
Zhang Yu screamed and was stabbed to death.
This person was Luo Cheng!
Luo Cheng ordered his men to cut off Zhang Yu's head and shouted,""Zhang Yu, die!"
He was a man of few words, but just three words caused tens of thousands of Yellow Turban warriors to fall into chaos.
He was busy until the next morning.
Out of 100,000 Qingzhou Yellow Turbans, 30,000 of them became prisoners!
The Fu River was cut off, and the corpses of the Yellow Turban were everywhere.
Looking at the corpse of Fu Shui, the State Minister of Zhao exclaimed in his heart,"The Zhao Clan of Chang Mountain lives up to their reputation. This Zhao Feng is even better than Marquis Wu An."
Immediately, Zhao State and Zhao Feng discussed and decided to take the 30,000 Yellow Turban captives and make them into names to reclaim land in Zhao State.
Zhao Feng led 3,000 cavalry and 15,000 Han soldiers back to Guangzong.
During this period, the Prime Minister of Zhao sent someone to write a good report and send it to Luoyang to ask for merit for Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng ordered Zhao Yun and the black-armored cavalry to pretend to be Qingzhou Yellow Turbans and rush to Guangzong first.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for exterminating the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans!”
"Ding…sign-in successful. Reward: 1,000 black-armored cavalry!”
Zhao Feng was delighted when he heard that. Another thousand black-armored cavalry.
Now, he had four thousand cavalry under him.
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