My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 11 Holy Infant
"Why is there thunder in this weather?"

Zong Yuan looked up at the sky with surprise and uncertainty. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear and blue, with no sign of thunder or rain.

However, in the next instant, the sky quickly turned from azure to gray, with dark clouds piling up for miles around, pressing down thickly and blocking out the bright sunshine.

Zong Yuan stared in disbelief, his lips trembling: "This...this...how could the sky change so drastically in an instant? Could it be that the Moth Thief is not destined to die today?!"

If a heavy rain falls, the Han army's current huge advantage will be wiped out.

This is easy to understand.

First, after it rained, the armor worn by the Han soldiers became even heavier when soaked in water, which greatly depleted their physical strength and made it difficult to fight for a long time.

Secondly, their superior bows and crossbows will also be affected, with bowstrings becoming loose and arrow fletching becoming wet and deformed.

Furthermore, the Han army's extremely elite Sanhe cavalry were simply unable to gallop on the muddy ground; otherwise, their horses would slip and fall, resulting in the loss of both men and horses.

Most importantly, light rain is fine, but if it pours down, it will inevitably obscure the view. Soldiers in the midst of battle will not be able to see the flag signals from the central army, nor can they hear the drums and horns, causing the entire army to fall into chaos and disorder, fighting independently.

This was something Lu Zhi and Zong Yuan absolutely could not accept. One of the strongest aspects of the Han army compared to the Yellow Turban army was its orderliness. With its well-organized military formation, it was enough to easily defeat the disorderly Yellow Turbans.

If order is lost and armor and crossbows become ineffective, the Han army will find it difficult to fight against the Yellow Turban army, which outnumbers them by a factor of two.

"Lord Lu!" Zong Yuan looked at Lu Zhi with an anxious expression.

Lu Zhi was also a little confused. One second the sky was clear, and the next second dark clouds loomed over the city. Was God being so unreasonable?

"Brother, it's going to rain! Judging from the sky, it probably won't be just a light drizzle!"

Inside the carriage, Zhang Liang breathed a huge sigh of relief. With a heavy rain, the Yellow Turban army could easily break away from the battle with the Han army and safely retreat back to Guangzong.

To be honest, he didn't want to fight to the death and thought it was better to stay in the city, in case the Yellow Turbans from other places sent reinforcements.
There are thirty-six Yellow Turban rebels in this world!

Surely one of them will be able to come to our aid?

If it weren't for the strong insistence of his most revered elder brother Zhang Jiao, he would never have agreed to send troops to fight the Han army.

As he had predicted, despite the Yellow Turban soldiers' fearlessness, they were still forced to retreat in the face of the Han army's powerful offensive.

Good thing!

Heavy rain is falling!

At that moment, he almost wanted to roar out loud to release the pent-up emotions within him.

Zhang Jiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the heavy weight in his heart still wouldn't be lifted. Even if the army was saved by the heavy rain today, what good would it do?
Lu Zhi surrounded Guangzong, leaving them with no way to escape. A breakout by the main force became an almost impossible goal. What difference was there between a breakout by a small force and defeat?

They could either be trapped in an isolated city and wait for reinforcements, or once the city's food supplies ran out, they would still have to leave the city to fight the Han army. However, by then, their strategic room for maneuver would be even smaller.

Zhang Jiao's gaze was deep as he looked towards the direction of the Han army, as if he could see Lu Zhi in the center of the army. Lu Zhi sensed something, looked at the banner that read "General of Heaven" flying high, and snorted coldly, "Sound the retreat."

As the comrade relaxed and was about to order his men to raise the flags and sound the retreat, the dark clouds in the sky grew even thicker, a fierce wind rose up, howling across the sky and filling the air with sand and dust.

Boom! !
Dense purple lightning tore through the sky, and the rolling thunder drowned out the resounding drumbeats. A sense of oppressive solemnity filled the air, causing the soldiers fighting desperately on the battlefield to tremble with fear. They ceased their fighting and cautiously retreated, slowly disengaging from the enemy. The military commanders and officers in the army did not reprimand them, but instead looked towards the central army behind them, awaiting the signal to sound the retreat.

They clearly understood that once the heavy rain started, the battle would be over.

Just then, a huge hole suddenly opened up in the middle of the dark clouds in the sky, where countless thunder dragons gathered and piled up, turning the hole into a majestic purple, like the eye of a mythical thunder god.

In an instant, the thunder dragon surged and shot out a lightning beam nearly ten feet thick. The enormous purple beam pierced the ground from the sky and could be clearly seen even from dozens of miles away.

Everyone, whether Han soldiers or Yellow Turban soldiers, whether Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang, or Lu Zhizong, was stunned and speechless.

They had seen thunder before, and some had even seen lightning strike large trees, but those lightning bolts were only about the thickness of chopsticks to the naked eye, while this lightning bolt was nearly ten feet thick!

Let alone seeing them, they've never even imagined it!

In their view, only gods and immortals could possess such power. After a brief moment of bewilderment, many soldiers knelt on the ground in fear, begging the gods to appease their anger.

Although they did not know why the gods were angry, or whether they were truly angry.

But they still knelt down to express their reverence for the gods.

As the commander-in-chief of the Han army, Lu Zhi naturally would not kneel, but he still grabbed the wooden railing with both hands, looking at the vast pillar of light that stretched to the sky.

"What...is this?!" he muttered to himself.

"What is this?!" Zhang Jiao was also stunned, and his grip on the nine-section staff loosened slightly involuntarily.

The next moment, an even more horrifying scene unfolded: a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes appeared in the enormous purple pillar of lightning. The baby seemed to be asleep, slowly descending from the sky along the pillar of light.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the baby was finally born safely, landing on a small open area at the forefront of the battle between the two armies.

Beside the infant, hundreds of Han soldiers and Yellow Turban soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment, and then bowed deeply in submission.

"An immortal has descended to earth! This is an immortal descending to earth!!" someone couldn't help but shout.

One voice rang out, and ten thousand responded. Shouts of immortals descending to earth echoed throughout the Han and Yellow Turban armies' formations, and many knelt down to express their devotion.

At that moment, the commanders of both armies gave orders almost simultaneously.

"That is the Yellow Heaven descending to earth! The reincarnation of the Yellow Heaven Saint Venerable and the Central Yellow Taiyi!! The entire army is mobilized to protect the Holy Infant!!"

"That is the celestial infant of the Han Dynasty, sent down from heaven by Emperor Gaozu! All armies, advance and protect the celestial spirit of our Han Dynasty!!"

With banners waving, drums thundering, and horses' hooves shaking the heavens and the earth, the Han army and the Yellow Turban army, after a brief hesitation, continued their ferocious battle.

Arrows flew, axes flew, spears were wielded, swords were swung, swords were hacked and slashed, and roars filled the air... The entire battlefield revolved around the infants that had fallen from the sky, with everyone scrambling to kill them one by one.

Limbs flew off, blood splattered, and heads rolled, like hell itself. Yet, despite the cruel and bloody scene, no one dared to approach the infant within a few feet of him.

Tens of thousands roared and screamed, but the baby remained soundly asleep.

(End of this chapter)