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

Chapter 22 Battle
Cao Cao took a deep breath: "The Moth Bandits have at least 40,000 men in their formation. Could it be that they have sent out their entire force?"

He had thought that the Yellow Turban Army had sent out a small contingent to challenge the Han army and test their skills, but he was completely taken aback when the Yellow Turban Army mobilized its entire army.

Fu Xie began, “More than half a month ago, Zhang Jiao sent a detachment of 15,000 men to seize cities and fortresses along the way, capturing various counties, and joining forces with the bandits under Zhang Bao in Xiaquyang.”

According to intelligence gathered by our scouts, that detachment has not yet returned, and Zhang Bao's troops have not made any unusual moves, remaining holed up in Xiaquyang training their soldiers. Therefore, Guangzong currently only has 40,000 combat troops, which is indeed a full-scale mobilization.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

Why is the Yellow Turban Army fighting so unpredictably? Is there some kind of conspiracy at play?
Dong Zhuo's eyes darted around, and he asked, "Lord Lu, have you seen the so-called Yellow Heaven Saint Venerable over there?"

Lu Zhi and Zong Yuan squinted and peered into the distance, but they couldn't see any five-year-old children in the Yellow Turban army formation.

Yes, they still think Huang Tian is a five-year-old child.

“I didn’t see him,” Lu Zhi said in a muffled voice. “Moreover, I thought that Huangtian Shengzun’s status in the hearts of the Moth Bandits must be higher than that of Zhang Jiao, the Great Teacher. If he were to go into battle, the Moth Bandits would surely cheer and kneel down to pray. But judging from the Moth Bandits’ appearance now, Huangtian Shengzun is not in the army.”

Cao Cao laughed loudly: "What Yellow Heaven Saint Venerable? In my opinion, he is nothing but a country bumpkin who knows some tricks! When they see my army pressing in, they are afraid and dare not fight!"

Lu Zhi remained silent, while Zong Yuan let out a cold snort.

If, as Cao Cao said, the Yellow Heaven Saint Venerable was a wicked and unorthodox figure from the countryside, then wouldn't the two of them be complete fools deceived by a smokescreen?

At this moment, Zong Yuan even had a thought that the Yellow Heaven Saint Venerable was a real immortal god, and that he could teach Cao Cao a lesson.

But in the next instant, he dismissed it, 'If it's just an illusion, that's fine. But if it isn't, and there really are immortals and gods descending to earth, then the Han Dynasty is likely doomed...'

Huangfu Song coughed lightly, "Since the Moth Bandits want to fight us, let them have their way. We have 40,000 men, and our men, horses, and armor are all more elite than the Moth Bandits'. How can we avoid battle?"
"Issue my order: Raise the flag! Beat the drums! Form ranks!"

As the order was given, the deep, desolate sound of drums rang out, and troop after troop of Han soldiers surged out of the camp like a fiery red tide. They then formed ranks on the flat plain, with military flags fluttering and halberds gleaming coldly.

Rumble~
The sound of horses' hooves striking the ground rang out as Cao Cao led his own 1,500 cavalrymen and the 3,000 cavalrymen from the Three Rivers region assigned to him by Huangfu Song, roaring past the Han army's formation and eliciting cheers.

The watchtowers and watchtowers were erected high, and Han soldiers climbed onto them to observe the Yellow Turban army's formation, ready to wave their command flags and report enemy movements at any time.

Dust and smoke filled the battlefield, obscuring the view. Accompanied by Lu Zhi and Zong Yuan, Huangfu Song ascended the watchtower of the central army. From there, he could clearly see Fu Xie's troops in the front, Cao Cao's troops in the left, Dong Zhuo's troops in the right, his own strongest central army, and a small force guarding the camp.

Outside Guangzong City, the two armies of equal size have not yet officially clashed. Only scouts are moving along the flanks of the army formation, firing at each other and driving away enemy cavalry raids.

Hurry~
The Han army commander waved his banner.

The burly man on the command platform pounded the drum, stirring the hearts of the soldiers. "Charge forward!"

A roar echoed as Fu Xie's vanguard of ten thousand men marched forward in unison, the rustling of their armor plates giving a sense of reassurance.

At this moment, the Yellow Turban army surged forward, with rows of swordsmen and shieldmen at the front, half-raising their shields to block the inevitable rain of arrows that followed.

As the two armies drew near, they halted and began to regroup. Their breathing became heavy. Whether they were Han soldiers or Yellow Turban soldiers, all thoughts and ideas vanished. Their eyes were fixed solely on the enemy forces opposite them, filled only with the pure desire to kill!
Another loud shout rang out, and the two armies continued to advance.

at last.

“Shoot!!”

Arrows rained down from the sky like locusts, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in the front ranks raised their shields to block them. These Yellow Turban swordsmen and shield bearers were mostly former Han soldiers, and they were very familiar with dealing with the rain of arrows. The arrows clattered and clattered against the shields, slowing down the advance of the Yellow Turban formation.

Immediately afterwards, a hail of arrows rose from the Yellow Turban army and fell into the Han army's formation, killing more than a dozen unlucky men.

After several volleys of arrows, the two armies finally clashed face to face. Howls and roars like ghosts and wolves filled the air. The gleaming blades of the ring-pommel swords sliced ​​through flesh, sending up sprays of blood. Spearmen followed behind the swordsmen and shieldmen, occasionally swinging their spears to stab the enemy soldiers in the neck, armpits, and feet—areas unprotected by armor.

The fierce fighting quickly turned the land blood red, transforming it into a crimson swamp. Soldiers fought desperately on the slippery mud or something that was hard to tell if it was dirt or filth. Limbs flew everywhere, and people kept falling. The corpses of both sides piled up in layers, almost forming a low wall.

Soldiers charged forward, one after another, standing on the low wall, brandishing their swords and spears. Each clash of spears and armor was accompanied by flying bits of flesh and shattered armor plates.

He Yi was the leader of the Yellow Turban army at the front. He calmly commanded his soldiers to fight against Fu Xie's troops. However, compared with the Han army under Fu Xie's command, the Yellow Turban army and the original Han army under his command were much worse in terms of formation and coordination. The army formation kept slowly retreating.

At this moment, the heavy sound of hooves rang out. He Yi turned his head and saw that dust was flying in his own formation as a cavalry force of two thousand men rushed forward to reinforce the front. However, Huangfu Song on the high platform of the Han army had a clear view of the Yellow Turban army's movements. He ordered the flag to be waved, and Cao Cao's cavalry became restless. At Cao Cao's command, they thundered across the land.

Riding on horseback, with the wind rushing in his face, Cao Cao's blood boiled. He led nearly three thousand cavalrymen to intercept the Yellow Turban cavalry, making it difficult for them to support the front lines.

swoosh swish~
The Han cavalry drew their bows and unleashed a dark rain of arrows. The Yellow Turban cavalry returned the favor with their own arrows. Cavalrymen from both sides were frequently struck in vital areas by the arrows, fell to the ground, and were trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

After several volleys of arrows, the two cavalrymen clashed in close combat.

Clang!
The two horses clashed, their blades clashing violently and sparks flying. Cao Cao led his men through the Yellow Turban cavalry, creating a great distance between them. Another volley of arrows followed, and then, using the momentum, another close-quarters battle ensued.

On the flanks of the battlefield, men fell from their horses from time to time, and the ownerless horses whimpered mournfully. But the soldiers, who were already bloodthirsty, paid no attention to these things. They just kept drawing their bows and firing indiscriminately, and fighting on horseback until they were shot by arrows or cut off by swords and fell from their horses. Only when their backs were pressed against the cold ground did they realize that they were about to die.

puff~
A horse's hoof crushed his eyeball, plunging him into a long period of darkness...

(End of this chapter)