The imperial cause at the end of the Han Dynasty was not one of partial peace.

Chapter 82 Liu Bei's Extraordinary Courage

With the strategy decided, Liu Bei appointed Ju Shou as his chief clerk, stationed in Linxiang to pacify the counties and allocate provisions. He himself led his cavalry straight to Yiyang.

On this southward journey, he led his elite cavalry ahead, while Tian Feng and Guan Yu commanded the main force in Jiangling. They would advance by land and water, with boats and carriages connecting them, and it would take more than ten days to reach Changsha.

At present, he has only about eight hundred cavalrymen under his command, of which six hundred are elite Xuanjia Iron Cavalry, which he has handed over to Zhang Fei.

The key to victory in this battle lies in reaching the Xiangjiang ferry and burning the enemy's navy. Therefore, we must use fierce generals and elite troops to ensure victory.

He had less than two hundred Jingse Iron Cavalry left by his side. These were the elite of his entire army, selected from hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers, all brave and valiant warriors, with superhuman strength, able to draw a two-stone bow, ride horses and shoot arrows, and fearless of death.

In addition, there were more than 500 soldiers from Changsha County, who were temporarily transferred from Changsha County. They were adequate for defending the city, but were clearly not very useful in open field battles.

With just seven hundred infantry and cavalry, they challenged Qu Xing's more than ten thousand bandits. It was indeed a light-armed challenge, as Huan Jie said, to lure the enemy out of the city.

However, Huan Jie only said that he was going to challenge, without asking him to win. In Huan Jie's view, Liu Bei only needed to feign weakness with light troops to lure Qu Xing out of the city, and once Zhang Fei burned the navy and cut off his retreat, reinforcements would arrive, and the enemy could be defeated in one fell swoop.

But how could Liu Bei tolerate being defeated by a motley crew?

Even if it's a challenge from lightly armed forces, he will strive to defeat them in battle.

Soon the army arrived at Yiyang and was about to split up.

Liu Bei handed over all six hundred Xuanjia Iron Cavalry to Zhang Fei and said in a deep voice, "Third brother, the key to this battle lies with you. I am giving you six hundred iron cavalry to detour and rush straight to the Xiangjiang ferry crossing. You must burn the enemy's boats. Once the fire starts, the enemy will be thrown into chaos."

Zhang Feibao's eyes widened, and he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother, don't worry! I, Old Zhang, will burn them to the ground! But is it not appropriate for you to only have two hundred iron cavalry? How about I give you two hundred iron cavalry, and we will each lead four hundred iron cavalry to defeat the enemy?"

Liu Bei decisively raised his hand to stop Zhang Fei's suggestion, saying, "Third brother, this journey is where the outcome of the battle hinges. If you cannot burn those hundred-odd ships, Qu Xing can cross the Yangtze River to the south at any time, or summon reinforcements from Lingling and Wuling. Even if I defeat the enemy army here, it will only be a rout, and I will not be able to achieve complete victory."

"I entrust you with all six hundred iron cavalry, precisely so that you cannot afford to lose them and must achieve victory in this battle. As for my victory here, I would be pleased, but defeat is also inconsequential. If Qu Xing sees that my troops are few and ventures out lightly, he will fall right into my trap. You can go with peace of mind; your elder brother knows what he's doing."

Although Zhang Fei was impulsive, he was not one to act rashly. He trusted his elder brother the most, and seeing that his brother had spoken, he resolutely obeyed the order, cupping his hands and saying, "Then please be careful, elder brother. I will now detour to their naval camp!"

After Zhang Fei led his six hundred cavalrymen away, Liu Bei was left with less than two hundred Jing Sai cavalry and five hundred county soldiers. Zhao Yun rode up to Liu Bei's side and asked, "My lord, the rebels in Yiyang number over ten thousand, while our forces are less than a thousand. How should we defeat them?"

Liu Bei already had a plan, and laughed, "Zilong, you are full of courage. Do you dare to ride alone with me and summon the army?"

The so-called "paying respects to the teacher" is a legacy of military etiquette from the pre-Qin period.

The Rites of Zhou states, "The ring officer is in charge of summoning the troops." Zheng Xuan, Liu Bei's uncle, also said, "Summoning the troops means summoning their determination to fight. In ancient times, when preparing for battle, the bravest and strongest men would first be sent to challenge the enemy, in order to bolster one's own prestige and demoralize the enemy."

Its methods have a long history, dating back to the Battle of Muye during the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

When King Wu attacked King Zhou of Shang, he led 3,000 elite warriors as the vanguard to attack King Zhou's army first, which is also the ancient meaning of "conquering the army."

Zhao Yun was naturally familiar with the topic of visiting a master, but he asked in surprise, "Is it just the Lord and I going to visit a master?"

Liu Bei pulled on the reins, and his warhorse reared up. At that moment, he felt a surge of righteousness and a heroic spirit that could swallow up thousands of miles.

"I will wield my bow and arrows, and you will follow me with your spear; what can a million men do to me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun felt a surge of heroic spirit within him. He brandished his long spear and declared resolutely, "Since you, my lord, possess such heroic spirit, how could I dare not! Today, I will accompany you to the enemy's camp. Though mountains of knives and seas of fire may lie in our hands, I will protect you to the utmost!"

Liu Bei laughed heartily and turned to Wen Chou and Tian Yu, instructing them: "You two lead your troops to ambush here. Today, I challenge them with light troops, and Qu Xing will surely underestimate me. If he comes out with all his forces, wait until his formation is scattered, then you two will launch a simultaneous ambush. We will surely defeat him today."

Wen Chou and Tian Yu immediately clasped their hands in obeisance and accepted the order.

With the arrangements made, Liu Bei and Zhao Yun each rode off on horseback, side by side.

Today, Liu Bei wore two layers of armor underneath, covered with a crimson battle robe, with a double-edged sword at his waist, a two-stone bow in his hand, two quivers of eagle-feathered arrows on his back, and a magnificent white horse beneath him.

Zhao Yun, wielding a silver spear and dressed in white, rode a white horse with hooves as white as snow. He was as handsome as a jade tree, and his horse as swift as a dragon, following closely beside Liu Bei, never leaving his side.

The two men, on two horses, went straight to the city of Yiyang.

Liu Bei reined in his horse and stood up, looking up at the thousands of bandits on the city wall, but regarded them as nothing more than weeds. He spread his arms and shouted contemptuously, "I am Liu Bei, the Prefect of Changsha!"

"The Emperor appointed me as the Prefect of Changsha, precisely to command me to uphold righteousness and martial prowess, and to eliminate you villains!"

"I have arrived here alone today, how dare you resist? Come out and face your death!"

One man's heroic spirit overwhelmed the thousands of people on the city wall.

Countless people crowded around the battlements, eager to catch a glimpse of the renowned Liu Bei's imposing presence.

Soon, a commotion arose on the city wall: "Is that Liu Bei?"

"I have heard that his might shakes the world, and he twice defeated an army of a million. In the campaign to quell the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he captured Zhang Liang and beheaded Zhang Bao. Moreover, in the Battle of Black Mountain, he pacified dozens of bandit groups in a short period of time."

"I have heard that when he threw down his cup, the enemy trembled in fear; when he donned his armor, the bandits fled in terror. These sixteen characters are the infamous reputation that countless bandits have earned with their lives."

"This Liu Bei is truly a hero! He dared to come to the city walls to request an army with only two men. What courage he has!"

"I heard that he defeated Zhang Jiao's 100,000 troops with only 2,000 righteous soldiers on the banks of the Zhang River. What divine might! Now that he has personally come to Yiyang, can we—can we really defeat him?"

Qu Xing, after hearing the report from his personal guards, had come with great interest to see what the world-renowned Liu Bei looked like. Was he truly as rumored, standing three zhang tall with three heads and six arms, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, resembling a god or demon?

Hearing the whispers of the soldiers around him, his face immediately turned ashen.

He shoved aside the guards blocking his way, walked to the parapet, and glared down at the two white horses.

"Liu Xuande! You two dare to come to my city walls? Do you think Yiyang has no one to rely on?" Qu Xing shouted sternly.

Liu Bei looked up at the burly bandit leader on the city wall, a smile playing on his lips, and said loudly, "Qu Xing, I've heard you've gathered over ten thousand men and call yourself a general. Today I've come here alone. Do you dare come out of the city and fight me? If not, quickly open the city gates and surrender, and I might spare your life!"

Qu Xing was furious and was about to order his troops to kill this rampant big-eared bandit.

The adjutant beside him quickly grabbed his arm and urgently advised, "General, you mustn't! Liu Bei only brought one person; it might be a trap! There must be an ambush outside the city. If you rashly go out of the city, you'll fall right into their trap!"

Qu Xing shook off his hand and angrily said, "So what if it's a trap! If two of them come to my city walls and I don't fight, where will my morale go!"

"Seeing that I command 20,000 men, yet the soldiers are terrified of Liu Bei and his mere general—the courage of an entire army—if even the general is so fearful, the soldiers will surely be even more terrified. In less than two days, the soldiers will be so terrified that they will flee in the night, their ranks collapsing and their forces scattered!"

What's more, that's Liu Bei!

He came alone, which was a golden opportunity!

If we can kill Liu Bei today, it will surely shake the world.

At that time, not only Changsha, but also Lingling and Guiyang will surrender without a fight!

His rebellion will be unstoppable, and he will be able to completely achieve his goal of establishing a separatist regime and becoming a king.

"General, you are absolutely right!" the lieutenant said solemnly, clasping his hands in a fist salute. "However, General, you bear the weight of the entire army on your shoulders. How can you risk your life so lightly? This humble general is willing to lead the elite cavalry into battle, capture these two men, and present them to your command!"

Qu Xing pondered for a moment and also felt that this strategy was more prudent. It would be best to capture and kill Liu Bei in one fell swoop. Even if there were ambushes, the losses would be limited and would not be serious.

He immediately nodded: "Good! Lead the city's elite troops out of the city and capture that big-eared thief alive! I, the general, will personally beat the drums to cheer you on!"

The city gates swung open again with a roar. The deputy general, wielding a long halberd, led over thirty elite cavalrymen out in a swarm—all the elite cavalry in the rebel army.

They came out in full force, shouting and roaring, their hooves thundering, their momentum quite frightening.

Liu Bei and Zhao Yun, on the other hand, were only two riders, making them appear quite isolated in comparison.

But when faced with the enemy's clamorous advance, Liu Bei and Zhao Yun remained defiant and unmoved, standing firmly in place.

Liu Bei immediately stood still, took the powerful bow from his back, and drew it to its full extent.

The next moment, arrows flew like lightning, and the bandit rider at the forefront fell to the ground as the arrow pierced his chest, blood splattering everywhere.

The thief rider didn't even have time to scream before he fell backward off his horse. Startled, the warhorse dragged the corpse away.

A gasp rippled through the crowd atop the city wall—at that distance, it was truly a perfect shot! A single arrow, and he was dead!

They had always thought the story of shooting an arrow through a willow leaf from a hundred paces was an exaggeration. Today, they finally witnessed this incredible feat.

Faced with the enemy's furious roars, Liu Bei remained calm, drew a second arrow, and drew his bow again.

The bowstring twanged again, and the arrow flew like a meteor. Another bandit's mount was hit by the arrow, its legs buckled, and it collapsed onto the battlefield. The rider on the horse could not hold onto its belly and was thrown off, landing in a daze, unable to get up.

The third arrow followed closely, piercing the chest of a bandit who was brandishing a spear and roaring. The arrowhead lodged in his saddle, and the warhorse neighed in alarm, carrying the still-breathing corpse as it galloped wildly through the ranks, tripping over several of its comrades.

Three arrows were shot, and three men charged forward. The city walls were utterly silent.

The lieutenant, both shocked and enraged, brandished his halberd and roared, "Charge! Charge! There are only two of them! Whoever kills Liu Bei first will be rewarded with a thousand gold pieces and promoted to general!"

With such a generous reward, brave men indeed appeared. Dozens of fierce bandits shouted in unison, spurred their horses, and brandished their halberds, charging fiercely towards Liu Bei.

At this moment, Zhao Yun, who had been guarding Liu Bei with a spear, finally made his move.

With a flick of his spear, his white horse shot off like a white lightning bolt.

Then, facing dozens of bandit riders, he neither dodged nor avoided them, but charged straight towards the densest part of the bandit riders.

As the silver spear rose, the first bandit rider was pierced through the throat by the spear, and he and his horse fell to the ground.

Zhao Yun swept his spear horizontally, and the second bandit rider was hit in the face by the spear shaft, screaming as he fell off his horse.

He then flicked his wrist, and the silver spear transformed into a flash of cold light, piercing the three men with lightning speed. Three screams rang out almost simultaneously, and all three riders fell from their horses.

At this moment, dozens of bandit riders charged into battle with Zhao Yun. Looking down from the city wall, one could see dust billowing up, but the Han general in white robes and silver spears moved swiftly and fiercely among the dozens of riders, attacking from all directions, and none could withstand his attacks! Every time he thrust his spear, a man would fall from his horse.

The bandits had thought that their numbers would allow them to overwhelm and kill the young general in white robes, but they never expected that this would be exactly what they wanted. This valiant general in white robes was like a god of death descended to earth; he alone on horseback slaughtered them, leaving them dead and wounded one after another.

In an instant, he killed seven or eight people.

Liu Bei also drew his bow and shot two more arrows!

At this moment, their dozens of riders went out of the city, and in less than a quarter of an hour, they were almost all killed by two Han soldiers!

The deputy general was terrified.

He finally understood why Liu Bei dared to come to the city with only one general to demand an army: these two men were worth a thousand troops.

Just then, Liu Bei raised his horn bow again, aiming the arrow at the deputy general who was desperately screaming.

The bowstring twanged, and the arrow pierced the air.

The lieutenant was quite capable; upon hearing the sound of the wind, he instinctively turned his head, and an arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody gash on his face.

He was so terrified that he no longer cared about military orders and fled towards the city gate on horseback.

With his escape, the already demoralized bandit cavalry dared not linger in battle. The remaining remnants of the army turned their horses around and fled in droves toward the city gate.

They abandoned their armor and weapons, trampled each other, and huddled together, with cries of "father" and "mother" rising and falling from the city gate.

When they left the city, there were more than thirty riders in a grand procession, but when they returned, they were completely routed, with only a dozen or so men scrambling into the city gate in a sorry state.

Throughout the entire process, Liu Bei and Zhao Yun remained unmoved!

The thousands of bandits on the city wall watched helplessly as their own deputy general led dozens of elite cavalry out of the city, only to be slaughtered by two men, losing their armor and fleeing in disarray.

The corpses of the dozen or so bandits who had been killed beneath the city walls still lay scattered in pools of blood, and the ownerless warhorses wandered aimlessly among the remains.

Liu Bei slowly sheathed his bow, his spirit soaring, his aura reaching the heavens. Though he stood below the city walls, he seemed to be looking down upon a pack of chickens and dogs, and shouted loudly, "Qu Xing! You've only sent these chickens and dogs to their deaths? Do you have no elite troops left in the city?"

Are there no elite troops left in the city?

Everyone on the city wall lost their courage, for those who came out of the city were the city's most valiant and skilled elite troops!

Countless people gasped in shock, finally witnessing Liu Bei's unparalleled heroism, which was as powerful as a god, awe-inspiring in Hebei, and invincible under heaven.

Qu Xing felt his body trembling uncontrollably. He had only heard that Liu Bei had the strategy of Sun Tzu and Wu Qi, but now he saw that he also had the courage of Ben Yu!

But now that things have come to this, Qu Xing is even clearer about one thing: if he is so frightened by these two that he loses all courage and dares not fight, then he can only sit and wait to be slaughtered.

Before tonight, the soldiers in the city will be terrified and flee in the night, with thousands escaping; by tomorrow, when Liu Bei's army surrounds the city, the morale of the soldiers in the city will have collapsed, and that will be the day he is beheaded.

Then he suddenly raised his halberd and shouted sharply, "My men, follow me out of the city! If we can kill Liu Bei, no one in the world will be able to stop us! We will be ennobled, appointed generals, and enjoy wealth and glory today!"

Seeing their commander personally donning armor and taking to the battlefield, the bandits on the city wall regained some of their previously low morale.

Qu Xingnai mustered two thousand elite infantry and cavalry and led them out of the city to meet the enemy. The two thousand men were a formidable force and quite imposing.

As Qu Xing left the city, he had already made his plans. If Liu Bei, as before, was overconfident in his courage and did not dodge or avoid, he would surround and kill him from all sides with two thousand men.

Even if those two are brave, can they really stop two thousand people?

If Liu Bei turned his horse and left, he would lead his troops in pursuit for a while, and then return to the city to proclaim that "Liu Xuande was killed by me and fled in terror." This would at least stabilize the morale of his troops and help him overcome the difficulties temporarily.

However, to his utter surprise, before his army had even finished forming ranks after leaving the city, the two riders not only did not leave, but instead charged in and broke into the formation.

Zhao Yun charged ahead, his silver spear like a dragon, leading the charge into the enemy ranks. Before the first shield-bearing bandit could even raise his shield, a spear pierced his throat, sending him flying backward and crushing several men behind him.

Taking advantage of his horse's speed, Zhao Yun wielded his spear with incredible speed, moving as if he were in an empty field.

Liu Bei followed closely behind, drawing his twin swords. With his left hand, he parried the thrusting spear, while with his right hand, he slashed down, and a bandit leader screamed as he clutched his severed arm, blood spurting out.

The two men on two horses were like bamboo shoots cutting through the ground, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. In the blink of an eye, they had killed three or four people!

Qu Xing felt a chill run down his spine as he watched from the center of the army. Then, he flew into a rage and roared, "Fire arrows! Fire arrows and kill them!"

Whoever takes Liu Bei's head will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and be enfeoffed as a marquis with ten thousand households!

To say that you can deflect arrows with a gun is pure fantasy!

Those who have actually witnessed the stray arrows shooting out would never have such a dream.

On the battlefield, powerful crossbows fired in rapid succession, like thunderclaps, and arrows rained down.

To survive, one always relied on heavy armor to withstand arrows.

Even though Zhao Yun and Liu Bei rode at full speed, they could not escape the rain of arrows. Several arrows were embedded in the armor plates on Liu Bei's chest and shoulders, the sharp arrows piercing through the armor plates and embedding themselves in the inner cowhide lining.

Two other arrows struck Liu Bei's warhorse. Fortunately, the white horse was covered in armor, and the arrows that pierced its chest and rump were only about an inch deep. The horse neighed in pain but did not slow down.

Zhao Yun also had several arrows hanging from his armor, and his white robe was stained with spots of scarlet.

He looked back at Liu Bei and shouted, "My lord! Our warhorse is wounded. If we continue fighting like this, and our mount is also destroyed, we may not be able to escape! We should retreat for now and avoid their sharp edge."

Liu Bei glanced at Qu Xing, who was almost out of control with anger, a smile appearing on his lips. He said to Zhao Yun, "Zilong is absolutely right, let's go!"

Zhao Yun then turned his horse around and, protecting Liu Bei, broke through the encirclement.

Seeing that the two had actually fought their way out and were trying to escape, Qu Xing roared in fury, "Chase them! Liu Bei is terrified. Go after them and kill him!"

If he truly led two thousand elite troops, and Liu Bei not only moved freely with just two riders, but also killed five or six of his men, yet he dared not pursue them, then what face would he have to command troops?

So he decisively led his troops in pursuit, roaring as he charged forward.

However, he was ultimately intimidated by Liu Bei's reputation and dared not truly regard Liu Bei as an ordinary person.

After chasing for more than ten miles, he saw that Liu Bei's two white horses were neither too close nor too far away, and he became increasingly anxious.

Night was falling, and further pursuit risked an ambush. Gritting his teeth, he reined in his horse and shouted to his men, "Enough! That big-eared thief has already fled in terror; he's no longer a threat. Order us back to the city!"

However, as he turned his horse around, he saw flames shooting into the sky at the Xiangjiang ferry crossing to the northeast.

The flames burned extremely high and fiercely, turning half of the night sky crimson, with billowing black smoke rising into the sky like pillars, a particularly shocking sight in the twilight.

The lieutenant pointed in terror at the distant horizon, his voice trembling: "General! That's—that's the direction of the naval camp!"

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"Impossible—" Qu Xing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he roared excitedly, "There are three thousand men defending there! And reinforcements from Lingling arrived today, how could this be—"

Before he finished speaking, another flame rose up, followed by more and more, until the entire Xiangjiang ferry crossing seemed to be ablaze, the flames merging into one, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime.

At this very moment, the Xiangjiang ferry crossing was filled with the sounds of battle.

Zhang Fei led six hundred Xuanjia Iron Cavalry on a detour, and under cover of dusk, they reached the enemy's naval camp.

The rebel army's naval camp was set up on the east bank of the Xiang River, backed by a reed marsh. More than a hundred boats of various sizes were moored at the ferry crossing, their masts like a forest and their sails fluttering.

Qu Xing stationed more than 3,000 people here.

In Qu Xing's view, this was a foolproof arrangement.

After all, Liu Bei only had a few hundred cavalrymen in total. No matter how brilliant his military strategy was, it was impossible for him to divide his forces to launch a surprise attack on Liu Bei's naval camp.

But to his utter surprise, Liu Bei not only dared to divide his troops, but also handed over his six hundred most elite cavalrymen to Zhang Fei.

As the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry charged out of the twilight, their hooves thundering over the barricades in front of the camp gate, the bandits were busy cooking.

Smoke curled from the chimneys, and the camp was bustling with noise. Some people squatted in front of their tents, drinking porridge from earthenware bowls; others washed their horses by the river with bare chests; and still others gathered inside their tents to gamble with dice, completely unaware that their deaths were imminent.

Zhang Fei charged ahead, his eighteen-foot spear sending two sentries flying at the camp gate. He roared, "Zhang Yide of Yan is here! Anyone who blocks my way shall die!"

Behind him, six hundred armored cavalrymen filed in, unstoppable.

Iron hooves trampled over the campfire, long thorns pierced the tents.

Caught off guard, the enemy soldiers hastily engaged in battle. But how could three thousand ragtag troops possibly withstand the six hundred elite, battle-hardened warriors clad in black armor?

Zhang Fei led his iron cavalry in a series of charges, burning camps and ships wherever they came into view.

In a short time, dozens of boats were set ablaze, the flames illuminating half of the Xiang River.

The bandits cried out in despair and fled in all directions. Their three thousand men were utterly routed by six hundred iron cavalry.

Just as the naval camp was about to be completely destroyed, Zhang Fei, caught up in the heat of battle, suddenly heard a burst of intense war drumming behind him.

He turned around abruptly, his leopard eyes wide open, and saw behind the camp, in the twilight, countless torches lit up like stars, and a fresh army of about two thousand men was attacking from the south.

Those are reinforcements from Lingling! They were originally summoned by Qu Xing to come and reinforce Yiyang. They arrived at the Xiangjiang ferry today and are stationed near the naval camp. They haven't entered Yiyang city yet.

As a result, they ran into this surprise attack.

Upon seeing the naval camp ablaze with flames, the bandit general immediately led his troops to encircle Zhang Fei's rear, intending to annihilate these hundreds of cavalrymen on the riverbank.

At this moment, Zhang Fei was attacked from both sides—in front of him was the naval camp that had not yet completely collapsed, and behind him were two thousand reinforcements from Lingling.

Six hundred iron cavalrymen were caught in the middle.

Zhang Fei's eyes widened, his beard bristled, and his fierce aura was exceptionally imposing. With a slight leap, he spurred his horse to the front of the two armies, his imposing presence overwhelming. He roared, "You mere rats, you dare to surround me? You lot! Forget about what's behind you! Follow me forward—first slaughter this rabble, then we'll deal with those chickens and dogs!"

"Kill!" Six hundred iron cavalry roared in unison, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

The six hundred iron cavalry surged forward like a raging tide, truly regarding the petty bandits before them as mere chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable.

Zhang Fei was covered in blood, looking like a god or demon, and wherever he fought, no one could withstand his attack.

The bandits were already terrified from the slaughter, and when they saw Zhang Fei rushing towards them like a god of death, they dared not resist.

Three thousand bandits fought fiercely for half an hour, with hundreds killed. The remaining bandits finally collapsed in fear, and thousands drowned themselves in the river. The remaining bandits threw down their weapons, knelt down, and begged for their lives.

Zhang Fei did not linger in battle. He led his iron cavalry to break through the camp and rush straight to the ferry, setting all the boats on the river ablaze. More than a hundred boats were engulfed in flames.

Flames soared into the sky, thick smoke obscured the sun, and the entire surface of the Xiangjiang River was reflected in a crimson glow, as if even the river water was on fire.

The firelight illuminated an area of ​​dozens of miles as if it were daytime.

Zhang Fei then reined in his horse, turned around, looked at the raging fire, and grinned broadly, revealing a hearty smile.

"My men! We've wiped out almost all the bandits ahead! Now! Follow me back and slaughter the rest!"

"We are willing to fight to the death with Sima!" Six hundred iron cavalry roared in unison, their voices echoing along the riverbank.

Zhang Fei took the lead, leading his iron cavalry in a surging back like a tide.

Before the Lingling soldiers could recover from the shock of the naval camp turning into a sea of ​​fire, they saw the Han cavalry, covered in blood, emerge from the inferno like gods and demons, with the sky ablaze behind them and mountains of corpses and seas of blood beneath their feet!

It's impossible not to be shocked and horrified by this scene!

The morale of the Lingling reinforcements collapsed instantly, and the bandits abandoned their armor and weapons and fled!

Zhang Fei led his iron cavalry in pursuit, beheading over a hundred enemy soldiers and routing the fleeing troops across the mountains and plains.

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