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The sky was overcast, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the foot of Mount Daxing. Mist swirled through the mountains like a giant dragon coiled in wait. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei led five hundred local warriors, gathered at the base of the mountain. Their weapons gleamed coldly, and though their armor was rough, it could not hide the determination in their eyes. In the distance, the banners of the Yellow Turban Army filled the sky, and the sounds of battle echoed through the forest. Cheng Yuanzhi commanded fifty thousand bandits, advancing like a tidal wave towards Zhuo County.
Liu Bei rode forward at the head of his troops, flanked by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. The three stood shoulder to shoulder. Liu Bei looked up at the vast array of the Yellow Turban Army blocking out the sun, took a deep breath, and felt no fear in his heart. He drew his sword and pointed its tip at the enemy, shouting loudly, "Yellow Turbans, you rebels! Today you shall be buried here!"
As the two armies faced off, a figure emerged from the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army—it was Cheng Yuanzhi. Clad in coarse armor with a fierce expression, he shouted, "You rats of Zhuo County dare to confront me, Cheng Yuanzhi? Are you seeking death?"
Liu Bei urged his horse forward, raising his whip to point at Cheng Yuanzhi, angrily retorting, "Cheng Yuanzhi, you traitor! You bring suffering to the people! Today you will not escape! Dismount and surrender at once, and I may spare your life!"
Cheng Yuanzhi's fury ignited at Liu Bei's words. He struck his saddle and roared, "The Yellow Turbans are destined to prevail! How dare you vermin act so arrogantly! Deng Mao, take his head!"
Beside Cheng Yuanzhi, a deputy named Deng Mao charged forth on horseback, wielding an iron spear aimed directly at Liu Bei and his companions with fierce momentum. However, Zhang Fei laughed heartily and raised his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear. With a sharp dig into his horse's belly, he surged forward like an enraged tiger.
"Little thief, do you dare come to your death?" Zhang Fei's voice boomed like thunder as he thrust the spear towards Deng Mao's chest. In a flash of cold light, the spear pierced through armor and flesh; blood sprayed everywhere as Deng Mao let out a terrible scream before falling from his horse with a thud—his life extinguished in an instant. Zhang Fei raised his bloodied spear towards the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army and shouted fiercely, "Who else dares to come to their death?"
The morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers faltered; yet Cheng Yuanzhi seethed with rage upon witnessing his deputy's demise. Gritting his teeth, he spurred his horse forward with a large blade aimed straight for Zhang Fei. His steed galloped like the wind as he charged with lethal intent.
"Foolish man!" Guan Yu scoffed coldly as he urged his horse forward to meet him. His Green Dragon Crescent Blade sliced through the air with a chilling whistle as he unleashed a brilliant arc of steel. Before Cheng Yuanzhi could close in, he felt an overwhelming chill wash over him. Struggling to raise his blade in defense proved futile; Guan Yu's strength sent shockwaves through his arms, destabilizing him on horseback.
"Cut!" Guan Yu shouted fiercely as he brought down his blade without hesitation. Cheng Yuanzhi had no time to react; a flash of steel passed by and severed him in two. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, splattering across the ground. His head rolled away from his body, eyes wide with disbelief at his own fate.
Panic erupted within the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army as soldiers witnessed their commander fall. They cried out in terror and scattered like leaves in a storm; morale crumbled like a house of cards. Seeing this chaos unfold, Liu Bei raised his sword high and proclaimed loudly, "Brothers! The leader of the Yellow Turbans has been slain! The remaining scum are not worth fearing! Charge with me and slay these rebels!"
With Cheng Yuanzhi dead, disorder swept through the Yellow Turban Army as soldiers fled like headless chickens. Liu Bei wasted no time in calling out fiercely for pursuit: "Chase them down! Leave no thief alive!" The five hundred local warriors surged forward like tigers descending from the mountain, hunting down the fleeing Yellow Turban Army. The earth trembled beneath them as battle cries roared like thunder; birds took flight from the trees in alarm against the gray sky above.
As they pursued relentlessly, swords and blades clashed continuously, blood splattering across their armor. Liu Bei's hands, gripping his sword, had grown sore and numb, yet his gaze remained sharp and unwavering. Along the way, soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army dropped their weapons and knelt in surrender, while the fields were piled high with bound captives. The setting sun cast a blood-red hue over the battlefield, and Liu Bei's forces finally came to a halt, having captured thousands; the Yellow Turban Army was nearly annihilated.
Upon returning to Zhuo County, Governor Liu Yan awaited them at the city gate. Seeing Liu Bei and his companions covered in blood yet still spirited, with five hundred local warriors behind them full of vigor, he couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Nephew Xuan De is indeed extraordinary! To annihilate the enemy forces in one battle is truly a blessing for Youzhou!"
Liu Bei dismounted and knelt with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, respectfully saying, "Governor, you flatter us. This victory is due to the united efforts of the entire army." Liu Yan personally helped him up and then turned to the soldiers behind him, announcing loudly, "All who have contributed shall be rewarded! Follow me into the city to celebrate!"
That night, Zhuo County was ablaze with lights as the soldiers gathered in Liu Yan's residence for a grand feast filled with wine and meat to celebrate their great victory. However, just as the banquet was halfway through, a messenger rushed in, kneeling to present an urgent report from Governor Gong Jing of Qingzhou: "The Yellow Turban Army is besieging Qingzhou; the city is in imminent danger. The Governor seeks reinforcements!"
Liu Yan's expression darkened as he trembled slightly while holding the document. After pondering for a moment, he looked at Liu Bei and said, "Nephew, the Yellow Turbans are powerful now. If Qingzhou falls, it could lead to chaos across the land. What do you think we should do?"
Liu Bei straightened his back and replied solemnly, "I am willing to lead an army to rescue them! If we can defeat the Yellow Turbans, we can stabilize Qingzhou and relieve pressure on Youzhou."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yan nodded and summoned Zou Jing, ordering him to command five thousand troops to accompany Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei on their expedition to Qingzhou.
Three days later, the rescue army arrived outside Qingzhou City. From afar, they saw thick smoke rising from the city walls as the Yellow Turban Army surrounded it like an impenetrable iron barrel; the sounds of battle cries were deafening. Liu Bei dismounted and stood on a high ground, scanning the enemy camp and estimating their numbers to be at least tens of thousands. He turned to Zou Jing and said, "The Yellow Turban Army is formidable; we must first ascertain their strength before engaging directly."
However, the Yellow Turban Army had already spotted the rescue force. A subordinate general raised a large flag and commanded his soldiers to split their forces and charge forward like a tidal wave. Seeing this, Liu Bei immediately directed his troops to engage in battle; yet with such a disparity in numbers—the Yellow Turban Army outnumbered them by dozens—Liu Bei's forces soon found themselves struggling to hold their ground.
On the battlefield, swords flashed like lightning as blood flowed like rivers. Zhang Fei wielded his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear with ferocity, darting left and right like a fierce tiger into enemy lines, causing chaos among the Yellow Turban soldiers; Guan Yu's blade gleamed coldly as each strike felled several foes. Liu Bei commanded from the center, swinging his sword to protect the core of his troops. Yet ultimately, the sheer number of enemies overwhelmed them, plunging the rescue army into disarray.
Seeing that their formation was about to collapse, Liu Bei decisively sounded the retreat signal and led his troops back thirty miles to choose a strategic location for encampment. As night fell, flickering lights illuminated the camp where exhausted soldiers groaned in fatigue.
Inside his tent, Liu Bei wore a grave expression as he spread out a map before him with focused eyes. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei waited quietly beside him until Zhang Fei could no longer contain himself: "Brother Xuan De! How can we retreat? Let us fight with all our might tomorrow! I Zhang Fei refuse to believe these bandits are truly invincible!"
Liu Bei raised his head, his gaze calm and resolute. "Bravery without strategy is futile. The Yellow Turban Army is numerous, and to confront them head-on would be akin to seeking our own destruction. We must use cunning to achieve victory."
Guan Yu nodded slightly. "Brother Xuan De, what brilliant plan do you have? Please speak freely."
Liu Bei pointed to the map and said in a low voice, "This area has treacherous terrain. We can divide our forces for an ambush. Yun Chung, you will lead a thousand troops to lie in wait on the left side of the mountain, while Yi De will take another thousand to the right. I will remain in the center to set up camp and draw the enemy into attacking us. When their forces charge toward the center, I will sound the signal with a gong. At that moment, both sides will strike together and attack their flanks. We will surely be able to rout the enemy!"
Zhang Fei's eyes lit up at these words, filled with enthusiasm. "Excellent! This time, I will make sure they are thrown into disarray!" Guan Yu nodded steadily. "This plan is feasible. Tomorrow, Brother Xuan De, please proceed with caution. We will not let you down."
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