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The sky was overcast, and a chilling atmosphere enveloped the foot of Mount Daxing. The mist swirling through the mountains resembled a giant dragon coiling in the air. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei led five hundred local warriors, already gathered at the base of the mountain. Their weapons glinted coldly, and the rough armor they wore could not conceal the determination in their eyes. In the distance, the banners of the Yellow Turban Army fluttered ominously, and the sounds of battle cries echoed through the forest. Cheng Yuanzhi commanded fifty thousand bandits as they surged forward like a tidal wave towards Zhuo County.
Liu Bei rode at the front of his troops, flanked by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, standing shoulder to shoulder. He looked up at the vast array of the Yellow Turban Army that blotted out the sun, taking a deep breath without a trace of fear in his heart. Drawing his sword, he pointed its tip at the enemy and shouted loudly, "Yellow Turbans, you traitors! 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 vermin of Zhuo County dare to challenge me, Cheng Yuanzhi? You seek death!"
Liu Bei urged his horse forward, raising his whip to point at Cheng Yuanzhi while angrily retorting, "Cheng Yuanzhi, you are a traitor who brings suffering to the people! You will not escape today; dismount and surrender now, and I may spare your life!"
Enraged by Liu Bei's words, Cheng Yuanzhi slammed his hand on his saddle and roared, "The Yellow Turbans are destined to prevail! How dare you rabble act so arrogantly! Deng Mao, bring me his head!"
At Cheng Yuanzhi's side, his deputy Deng Mao charged forward on horseback, wielding an iron spear aimed directly at Liu Bei and his companions with fierce momentum. However, Zhang Fei let out a hearty laugh as he raised his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear and spurred his horse forward like an enraged tiger.
"Little thief, dare to come to your death?" Zhang Fei's voice boomed like thunder as he thrust the spear toward Deng Mao's chest. In a flash of cold light, the spear pierced through armor, blood splattering everywhere. Deng Mao let out a horrific scream as he fell from his horse with a thud, lifeless in an instant. Zhang Fei raised his bloodied spear toward the Yellow Turban Army and bellowed, "Who else dares to come to their death?"
The morale of the Yellow Turban Army faltered momentarily; however, seeing his deputy slain only fueled Cheng Yuanzhi's rage further. Gritting his teeth, he spurred his horse forward with his Dadao aimed directly at Zhang Fei. He charged like the wind with a blade gleaming like snow, bringing forth an overwhelming aura of killing intent.
"Foolish man!" Guan Yu scoffed coldly as he urged his horse to meet him head-on. His Green Dragon Crescent Blade cut through the air with a chilling whistle as it arced brilliantly. Before Cheng Yuanzhi could close in, he felt an icy pressure bearing down on him. Struggling to raise his blade in defense proved futile as Guan Yu's strength sent shockwaves through his arms, destabilizing him on horseback.
"Cut!" Guan Yu shouted fiercely as he brought down his blade with unrelenting force. Cheng Yuanzhi had no time to react; all he saw was a flash of steel before feeling himself cleaved in two. Blood gushed forth like a fountain as he collapsed to the ground—his head rolling away with eyes wide open in disbelief.
Panic erupted within the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army as soldiers witnessed their leader's demise; they cried out in terror and scattered like leaves in a storm. Seeing this chaos unfold, Liu Bei raised his sword high and called out loudly, "Brothers! The leader of the Yellow Turbans has been slain; their remnants are not to be feared! Charge with me and slay these traitors!"
With Cheng Yuanzhi dead, disorder swept through the Yellow Turban Army as soldiers fled like headless chickens. Liu Bei wasted no time rallying his troops with a fierce cry: "Pursue! Leave no thief behind!" The five hundred local warriors surged forward like tigers descending from the mountain, hunting down the fleeing Yellow Turban Army amidst thunderous shouts that shook the earth. Birds took flight from the trees in alarm as they soared across the gray sky above.
Pursuing relentlessly, swords clashed and blood splattered across armor. Liu Bei's hands, gripping his sword, had grown sore and numb, yet his gaze remained sharp, showing no signs of fatigue. 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 bathed the battlefield in a crimson hue, 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 gates. Seeing Liu Bei and his companions covered in blood yet still spirited, with five hundred local warriors behind them brimming with pride, 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 me. This victory is due to the unity of our entire army." Liu Yan personally helped him up and then turned to the soldiers behind him, announcing loudly, "All who contributed to this victory 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 grave danger! The Governor requests 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. If Qingzhou falls, it could lead to chaos across the land. What do you think we should do?"
Liu Bei straightened his posture 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 alongside Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei to march towards Qingzhou.
Three days later, the rescue army arrived outside Qingzhou City. From a distance, they could see thick smoke rising from the city walls as the Yellow Turban Army surrounded it like an impenetrable iron barrel. The sounds of battle echoed loudly. Liu Bei dismounted and stood on a high ground, surveying the enemy camp and estimating their numbers to be at least several tens of thousands. He turned to Zou Jing and said, "The Yellow Turban Army is formidable; we must first ascertain their strength before engaging them directly."
However, the Yellow Turban Army had already discovered the rescue forces. 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 overwhelming numbers against them, his forces soon found themselves struggling.
On the battlefield where swords flashed like lightning and blood flowed like rivers, Zhang Fei wielded his Eighteen-Feet Serpent Spear with ferocity, darting left and right like a fierce tiger as he plunged into the enemy ranks, causing chaos among the Yellow Turban soldiers; Guan Yu's Dadao gleamed coldly as each strike felled multiple foes. Liu Bei commanded from the center, swinging his sword to protect the core of his troops. Yet ultimately, the enemy's sheer numbers overwhelmed them, plunging the rescue army into disarray.
Seeing their formation about to collapse, Liu Bei decisively sounded the retreat signal and led his troops back thirty miles to establish camp in a strategically advantageous location. As night fell and campfires flickered throughout the encampment, exhaustion weighed heavily on the soldiers who groaned incessantly.
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 finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother Xuan De! How can we retreat? Let us fight fiercely tomorrow; I refuse to believe these bandits are 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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