Three Kingdoms: A Million Soldiers Grown from the Fields

Chapter 134 Black Knight
In the distance, the billowing dust dragon stirred up by the rapidly galloping warhorses was sweeping in with an unstoppable momentum!

At the very forefront of the dust dragon, a figure was rapidly growing larger!
The entire body was covered in heavy armor, as black as ink, as if it could absorb all light. The armor plates rubbed and collided as the car sped along, producing a deep and intimidating metallic clang.

Behind his shoulder, a cloak billowed and fluttered wildly in the gale.

Behind him, a three-meter-long halberd pointed diagonally towards the sky! The halberd's blade gleamed with a cold, piercing light in the sunlight.

The warhorse beneath him was entirely black except for a snowflake between its brows. Its physique was far more robust than that of an ordinary horse, with muscles bulging like cast iron. Even the horse itself was clad in armor identical to that worn by the rider!

One man! One horse! One halberd!
Without the support of thousands of troops, they still managed to create the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping!
That speed was beyond reason! Like a black lightning bolt, it tore through the grassland with billowing dust!
"Who...who is that?!" The cavalrymen, who had been ordered to form ranks by Zhang Liao and were barely maintaining their last shred of battle formation, stared in disbelief at the approaching figure that exuded a terrifying aura.

"It's...it's the lord! It's the lord!!" A sharp-eyed veteran recognized the iconic heavy armor and the awe-inspiring Overlord Halberd. His voice became shrill with extreme excitement and disbelief!

"My lord?! My lord has arrived!!"

"Our lord has arrived in person!!"

After a brief silence, came a roar of ecstatic joy, like a volcanic eruption! The eyes, which had been dimmed by exhaustion and pain, were instantly ignited!

Looking at the familiar armor worn by the cavalrymen arrayed in front, Zhang Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

The journey from the foot camp was over a hundred li, making it impossible to rescue anyone other than him in a short time.

So he came, but even with all the bonuses his stats had given his warhorse, it still took him almost a hundred minutes to cover those hundred miles.

Fortunately, the falcons of Taoyuan had raised their chicks over the next few months and flew to Lüchi to find him; otherwise, it would have been quite difficult for him to pinpoint the location of Zhao Yun's troops on the grassland.

Fortunately, it looks like we made it in time.

My heart eased a little.

From the direction of Baihe Valley, the deafening shouts of battle and the sound of horses' hooves approached rapidly like a surging tide.

Murong Han clearly wouldn't let this exhausted Han army go! The Xianbei cavalry, like leeches, relentlessly pursued them! The leading hundreds of elite cavalry had already rushed out of the valley and saw the remnants of the Han army arrayed ahead, and also saw... that lone black figure rushing diagonally at terrifying speed!
"Han dogs' reinforcements? Just one?!" A Xianbei commander sneered, a cruel glint in his eyes. "They're courting death! Warriors, crush them! Leave no one alive! Kill—!"

The Xianbei cavalry let out bloodthirsty howls, spurring their horses forward and brandishing their scimitars and spears, launching a ferocious charge towards Zhang Liao's remaining troops! In their eyes, what good was one man, no matter how brave? He was just another corpse!
"drive--!!!"

Zhang Xian naturally saw the pursuing grassland cavalry, and a low roar burst from his throat!
He took off the Overlord Halberd and spurred his horse's belly! The warhorse beneath him seemed to sense its master's overwhelming rage and killing intent, and with all four hooves exerting force, its speed increased by another third beyond its limit!

Like a giant black arrow released from a bow, it bypassed the cavalry formation with unstoppable momentum and crashed directly into the front of the Xianbei cavalry charge!

No slowing down! No detours! Just the most direct and brutal... head-on collision!
"You're courting death!" The Xianbei commander grinned maliciously, looking at the black-clad riders charging towards them. He raised his scimitar high, ready to cleave the arrogant Han general and his horse in two!

Close! Closer!

Both sides pushed their speed to the limit! The distance of a hundred feet was covered in an instant!
Just as the two sides were about to collide!
Zhang Xian's eyes, hidden by his mask and revealing only his cold gaze, were fixed on the Xianbei commander who was charging at the forefront and exuded the strongest killing intent!
"Drink--!!!"

A thunderous roar exploded! Zhang Xian's arm muscles bulged, seemingly containing terrifying power capable of moving mountains and filling seas!
That incredibly heavy Overlord Halberd suddenly transformed into a black streak that tore through space!

Total Annihilation!

call--! ! !
The heavy halberd shaft emitted a chilling, piercing whistle as it cut through the air!
The sinister smile on the Xianbei centurion's face froze instantly! He only saw a destructive black shadow sweeping towards him with irresistible force! Fast! Too fast! There was no time to block!

"Do not--!"

The desperate roar was only half-finished!
Clang!! Pfft—!!
A deafening, clanging sound, like the hammering of iron, was accompanied by the sickening sound of bones and flesh shattering!

The crescent-shaped blade of the Overlord Halberd, like a hot knife through butter, first cleaved the centurion's hastily drawn curved sword in two! The blade shattered like rotten wood!

Immediately afterwards, the momentum did not diminish, and it struck the centurion's leather armor, ribs, and even his entire upper body with great force!

Blood gushed out like bursting watermelon juice! The Xianbei commander and his horse were cleaved in two by this terrifying halberd strike! His upper body flew into the air with an incredulous and horrified expression, while his lower body and horse were sent flying backward by the enormous impact, knocking over several cavalrymen behind him!
One strike! Both man and horse were shattered!

"color!"

The cavalry formation is in high spirits!

Everyone stared with fervent eyes at the figure riding in black.

Right now, I only regret that I am too weak to fight anymore; otherwise, I would definitely follow my lord into battle!

Zhang Xian did not stop; wherever the halberd blade passed, it was like a sickle cutting wheat!

The closest Xianbei cavalrymen, whether they were wielding shields, spears, or swords, were all easily torn apart and severed, along with their weapons, as if they were made of paper! Limbs, severed arms, entrails, and broken weapons flew everywhere!

Blood rained down like a red storm, instantly staining the grass beneath their feet!

The Black Riders, like an unreasonable bulldozer, relentlessly penetrated deeper and deeper, leaving a trail of bloodshed in their wake, in a place where no one could stand against them.

Hundreds of Xianbei cavalrymen who charged forward were brutally smashed and shattered.

The Xianbei tribe that arrived from behind, as well as the remnants of the Xiongnu army that had been integrated by Murong Han, were all dumbfounded.

One white horse killer has left, and now another black horse killer has arrived.

What's wrong with the Han army? Is he so favored by the gods?

The gods are unjust!

Murong Han felt a knot of resentment in his chest.

Piercing through the Xianbei cavalry, Zhang Xian turned his horse around and charged back again. The hundreds of Xianbei cavalrymen were routed by his two charges.

Those cavalrymen who still had the strength were also hurling arrows at this side, and in a short time, they wiped out all the hundreds of Xianbei cavalrymen.

With another swing of the Overlord Halberd, Zhang Xian pulled on the reins and turned his horse to face the grassland army formation in the valley. Blood and flesh splattered from the Overlord Halberd onto the ground, creating a bloody ring.

Dead!

Absolute silence!
Only the neighing of warhorses, the dying groans of wounded soldiers, and... the "drip-drip" sound of blood dripping onto the grass.

The main force of the Xianbei who rushed out of the valley was frozen in place as if they had been frozen in place!

Their hands, gripping their weapons, trembled uncontrollably, and their warhorses retreated uneasily. The terrifying killing intent and baleful aura emanating from the black-armored general were like solid ice, freezing their blood and courage!

Zhang Xian reined in his restless warhorse, his Overlord Halberd pointing diagonally at the ground, the blood at the tip of the halberd slowly dripping down the cold crescent blade.

He slowly raised his head, his cold gaze piercing through his mask and sweeping over the silent Xianbei cavalrymen at the valley entrance.

He looked directly at Murong Han, whose eyes were filled with horror and resentment. "Majestic."

"mighty."

"mighty!!!"

The cavalry camp erupted in a deafening roar.

Zhang Xian lightly nudged his horse's belly, urging it to approach the valley entrance two or three hundred meters away. The black warhorse stamped its hooves, looking restless and eager to charge.

The Overlord's Halberd points towards the grassland army formation.

This silent provocation is more oppressive than any roar!

"Retreat...retreat! Retreat quickly!" A Xianbei commander, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, finally screamed in a shrill voice and was the first to turn his horse around!
Fear spread like a plague! The surviving Xianbei cavalrymen lost all will to fight and turned their horses around in terror, causing a chaotic stampede at the valley entrance!
One man! One horse! One halberd!
It actually scared away thousands of pursuers!
Zhang Xian did not pursue. He slowly put down the Overlord Halberd, turned his horse around, and rode towards the cavalry.

The black warhorse trotted across the blood-stained grass, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of everyone present.

His black armor was covered in the blood and flesh of his enemies, and his scarlet cloak swayed gently in the wind.

He arrived at the front of the formation and reined in his horse.

His gaze first fell on Zhao Yun, who was unconscious and breathing weakly in Zhang Liao's arms, and then shifted to the group of cavalrymen.

"My lord!" Zhang Liao, carrying Zhao Yun, dismounted and knelt on one knee, his voice choked with emotion: "This humble general is incompetent and failed to protect the general. Please punish me, my lord!"

The surviving soldiers of Lüchi also dismounted, knelt on one knee, and all of them were injured: "Please punish us, my lord!"

Zhang Xian remained silent for a moment. He didn't scold, but slowly raised his hand. His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a calming force that clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Just being alive is good enough."

These four short words carry a weight heavier than a thousand pounds!
Zhang Liao and his soldiers looked up sharply at the mountain-like figure on horseback, and an indescribable warmth and sorrow instantly rushed to their noses.

Many men could no longer hold back their tears! This was understanding, comfort, and recognition of their bloody battle!
"Wen Yuan, gather all units together, take stock of the casualties, and treat the rest on the spot!"

"promise!"

Zhang Xian quickly gave the order, slightly raised one hand, and a falcon swooped down from the sky.

"Go, keep an eye on those people."

He spoke a few short phrases to the falcon, commonly used in daily training, about keeping a close eye on the prey, and then tossed the falcon into the air.

The eagles soaring into the sky did not stop, but sped off in the direction in which the group of grassland people were retreating.

He dismounted.

He walked to Zhao Yun's side, whose breath was faint.

They removed the gauntlets and took off all of Zhao Yun's armor.

They cleaned the wounds, disinfected them with alcohol swabs, dug out the arrows from his body, and then fed him a miraculous medicine to boost his life force.

Zhang Xian carefully placed the unconscious Zhao Yun on a dry, sheltered grassy slope and covered him with a fairly clean cloak.

Seeing Zhao Yun's breathing gradually stabilize and his face, though pale, no longer exuding deathly pallor, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Looking around, Zhang Xian's gaze was as calm as a deep pool.

Without hesitation, he turned around and walked toward the most seriously wounded person who was closest to him.

He was a young soldier with a large gash in his side from a spear. The makeshift bandage was soaked in blood. His face was ashen, his breath was weak, and his eyes were beginning to glaze over.

"Hold on!" Zhang Xian's deep voice carried an undeniable power, as if injecting a breath of life into the dying soldier.

He knelt on one knee on the cold grass, his movements quick and steady, the heavy black armor making a slight scraping sound.

He untied a seemingly ordinary leather pouch from his waist, opened it, and inside were neatly arranged small porcelain bottles, oil paper packages, and rolls of soft, snow-white cotton cloth that exuded a faint medicinal scent.

He skillfully took out a sharp knife, poured out some clear alcohol to disinfect it, and then carefully cut away the clothing and scabs stuck to the soldier's wound.

"Ugh..." The intense pain caused the soldier to convulse violently, letting out a suppressed groan.

"Bear with it." Zhang Xian's voice remained calm, but his movements became even gentler.

He took out an alcohol swab and cleaned the blood and bits of flesh around the wound with swift yet exceptionally gentle movements.

The intense stimulation made the soldier tense up instantly, his body drenched in cold sweat, yet he clenched his teeth tightly.

After cleaning, Zhang Xian poured out a fragrant medicinal powder from a porcelain bottle and carefully sprinkled it deep into the wound.

Next came the specially made needle and thread. His hands, which could wield the Overlord Halberd to shatter thousands of troops, were now exceptionally skillful as he threaded the needle, like the most skilled embroiderer, carefully stitching up the hideous wound layer by layer.

Finally, wrap it tightly with clean white cotton cloth.

The entire process was smooth, professional, and efficient.

After doing all this, Zhang Xian took out a round cake about the size of a bottle cap, stuffed it into the soldier's mouth, and fed it down with a water pouch.

"Alright, you won't die." Zhang Xian patted the soldier's uninjured shoulder, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance: "Rest well and don't move around."

The soldier's lips moved, a thousand words stuck in his throat, finally turning into a torrent of hot tears as he hoarsely sobbed, "Thank... thank you, my lord... for saving my life..."

Zhang Xian didn't say much, just nodded slightly, and immediately got up and walked towards the next wounded soldier.

His figure moved among the wounded soldiers.

He treated everyone equally, regardless of whether they were officers or ordinary soldiers, or the severity of their injuries.

He knelt in the mud, setting splints on the broken legs of soldiers; he bent down, patiently removing arrowheads from the shoulder blades of soldiers pierced by arrows, his movements precise to the extreme.

To avoid causing further harm, he comforted the soldiers who were delirious from the intense pain. His deep and powerful voice seemed to have a calming magic. He personally examined the soldiers who had collapsed due to exhaustion and minor injuries, and fed them miraculous medicines to replenish their energy and improve their recovery.

His tireless efforts were no less impactful on the cavalrymen than when he single-handedly defeated a thousand soldiers; these images are deeply etched in the eyes and hearts of every surviving cavalryman.

(End of this chapter)