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In the moment when Zhang Fei struck down Gao Sheng, a wave of gasps erupted from the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army, causing their morale to falter. Liu Bei seized the opportunity, swinging his sword and shouting, "Charge! Break through their lines!" Guan Yu and Zhang Fei flanked the enemy, and under their assault, the Yellow Turban Soldiers began to retreat in disarray.
Zhang Bao stood atop a rise, watching as his deputy fell and his soldiers scattered. His face turned ashen, eyes wide with fury, his beard whipping in the wind. Gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, a fierce glint appeared in his gaze. He raised his long sword above his head, his disheveled hair lifting with it, and began to chant an eerie incantation. At first, his voice was low and somber, like a grudge rising from the depths of the earth, but as he quickened his chant, it grew louder and more piercing, resembling a scream that tore through the air.
"Tian Gong, aid me! Slay all who oppose!" Zhang Bao roared, thrusting his sword into the ground with such force that dust flew up around him.
At that moment, a fierce wind surged through the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army, swirling dust into the air as if an invisible force was tearing the battlefield apart. The sky darkened suddenly; what had been a sunset was swallowed by ominous clouds. Thunder crashed repeatedly, causing painful ringing in the ears. The strong gusts made it impossible for soldiers to keep their eyes open; banners whipped wildly while horses neighed in panic.
"This is... Black Magic!" one of the Imperial Soldiers cried out in alarm, frantically looking around. His shout seemed to rip open a fissure of fear among the Imperial Army.
Amidst the swirling sand and dust, Zhang Bao stood high above, his hair flying wildly like a demon ensnared by dark energy. With both hands raised high, his voice low yet commanding: "Tian Gong, quell your anger! Let those rebels fall!" As he finished his incantation, thick black mist rose from the ground around him. The mist churned upward like a rift from hell opening wide, spewing forth endless shadows.
The black mist coalesced in the fierce wind into what appeared to be a strange army. Figures emerged from the roiling fog, indistinct yet menacing; they wielded weapons and glowed with an eerie light in their eyes. Their movements were synchronized and uncanny. They seemed insubstantial yet exuded an overwhelming pressure that left the soldiers of the Imperial Army gasping for breath as they approached.
"It's Yin Soldiers! Black Magic!" one soldier screamed in terror before dropping his spear and fleeing. More followed suit in panic. Liu Bei reined in his horse, staring at this bizarre scene with dread. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Do not panic! Maintain formation! Black Magic is merely an illusion; it is not to be feared!"
However, soldiers continued to retreat like a tide, colliding with one another in their haste. The wind carried countless howls filled with bone-chilling resentment that made everyone shudder deep within. Zhang Bao watched as the formation of the Imperial Army began to crumble and smirked coldly: "Do these rebels know that they cannot defy fate?"
Guan Yu rode forward with a furrowed brow and asked coldly, " Brother Xuan De, how shall we respond?"
Liu Bei felt cold sweat bead on his forehead but forced himself to remain composed as he gritted out, " Black Magic confounds our minds; we cannot confront it head-on. We must first retreat to regroup and devise a plan!" He raised his long sword high and shouted loudly: "All troops retreat! Quickly leave this place!"
The three men protected the central army as they struggled to pull back their remaining forces to camp. The soldiers' faces were pale; some trembled uncontrollably while others knelt on the ground gasping for breath, murmuring repeatedly: " Black Magic... that is Black Magic..."
Inside the tent, Zhu Jun listened to Liu Bei's account, his expression grave. Stroking his beard, he said in a deep voice, "Zhang Bao relies on Black Magic to confuse the troops; this is his trick. However, Black Magic's deception requires physical manifestations. I will have people prepare pig and sheep blood; tomorrow we will pour it out, and the sorcery will break." His gaze sharpened as he looked at Liu Bei. "Mr. Xuan De, once Black Magic's influence is dispelled, you may lead a fierce attack. Do not give Zhang Bao a moment to breathe!"
Liu Bei clasped his fists in response. "I will obey t General He's orders and vow to defeat the bandit leader!" Beside him, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei tightened their grips on their weapons, their eyes burning with anger and determination.
In the misty morning of the valley, the damp air seemed to carry a lingering scent of blood. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei each led a thousand soldiers, lying in ambush on the high ground, their men holding their breath as they guarded barrels of pig and sheep blood along with filth. Guan Yu sat tall on his horse, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade resting at his side, his expression cold as frost. He quietly instructed, "Once Black Magic is dispelled, it will be the moment when the bandit army's formation collapses. At that time, the entire army must act on command without error."
Zhang Fei, on the other side, could hardly contain his excitement. With his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear resting across his knees, he lowered his voice and shouted to his subordinates, "When I give the order, pour out this filth! What is Black Magic? Today I will make him reveal his true form!"
Down in the valley, Zhang Bao's army surged like a tidal wave, flags fluttering and war drums thundering. He stood in the center of his formation, raising his sword high as he shouted, "General Di Gong is here! The Han Army defies heaven's mandate and shall face divine punishment!" With his command, the Yellow Turban Army surged forward towards Liu Bei's position.
Liu Bei donned armor at the front lines, raising his sword high as he called out loudly, "All troops listen up! Steady your formations and do not panic!" However, facing such overwhelming force from the enemy, unease crept into the hearts of his soldiers as they gazed at the advancing Yellow Turban Army; their formation began to show signs of wavering.
Zhang Bao rode at the forefront with hair flowing and sword drawn, his gaze dark and brooding. Suddenly raising his sword high, he murmured an incantation that echoed like rolling thunder through the valley: "Heavenly thunder assist me; annihilate these traitors!" As his spell concluded, the sky darkened abruptly; black clouds churned while fierce winds arose and thunder rumbled as the ground trembled.
Among the Imperial Army's ranks, soldiers began to stir restlessly as their weapons trembled slightly in their hands. A wave of black mist rose from the Yellow Turban Army's formation, gradually coalescing into a mass of ghostly figures wielding weapons with fierce visages that descended from above towards Liu Bei's lines.
" Black Magic!" a soldier cried out in alarm as they involuntarily began to retreat, causing further chaos in their formation.
Liu Bei reined in his horse and shouted loudly: "Steady! A single step back means death! Hold your positions and fall back with me!" He turned his horse around first and led his troops slowly towards the mountain top. Seeing this, Zhang Bao sneered: "Indeed cowardly as a mouse; the Han Army is no match for us! Pursue!"
The Yellow Turban Army surged forward en masse with Zhang Bao riding at their center amidst the encroaching black mist. However, just as he led his forces over the mountain top, a cannon shot echoed across the sky. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's ambushed troops appeared simultaneously. The soldiers raised barrels of pig and sheep blood along with filth that had been prepared earlier. At Guan Yu's low command: "Pour!"
A torrential downpour of blood and filth cascaded down from above like a violent rainstorm onto the heads of both the black mist and the Yellow Turban Army. The paper figures and straw horses that had coalesced in midair became indistinct under the impact of the blood and immediately fell apart like tattered cloth into silent ashes. The winds and thunder gradually subsided; dust settled down as daylight broke through the clouds once more, revealing a clear view of the valley below.
Zhang Bao was taken aback and turned to look at the soldiers behind him, only to see those covered by Black Magic already in a state of panic, their formation in complete disarray. Many were kneeling with their heads in their hands, crying out, "The gods no longer protect us!" and "This is fate!" Some even threw down their weapons and fled in all directions.
"Filthy creatures, break Black Magic! Attack quickly!" Guan Yu drew his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and was the first to charge down the hillside. His blade gleamed like frost, cutting through the enemy ranks, leaving chaos in its wake. Zhang Fei followed closely behind, his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear piercing through several enemy soldiers. He laughed heartily and roared, "Yellow Turbans, you wretches, why don’t you surrender at once!"
Zhang Bao gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "Do not break formation! Steady yourselves!" But at that moment, Zhu Jun's army had already pressed forward. With Guan Yu and Zhang Fei attacking from the front and Zhu Jun along with Liu Bei pursuing from behind, the Yellow Turban Army had nowhere left to escape.
Liu Bei charged at the center and quickly spotted Zhang Bao's banner. He urged his horse forward, raising his Longbow with an arrow nocked and ready. His gaze was fierce as he declared, "Zhang Bao, today I will take your life!" The long arrow shot through the air like lightning, striking Zhang Bao in the left arm, instantly staining his sleeve with blood.
Zhang Bao let out a cry of pain, enduring the excruciating hurt as he swung his sword and shouted, "Retreat! Back to Yang City!" Under the protection of his guards, he fled toward Yang City in a disheveled state with the remnants of his forces. The remaining soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army scattered in panic, leaving the battlefield in utter chaos.
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