The Three Kingdoms: The Oath of the Peach Garden, the Rise of the Han Dynasty

Li Chang nodded slightly and looked at Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan:

"Zilong, you will lead a hundred light cavalry and select a thousand elite vanguard troops, each carrying two tree branches, to lure the enemy. Remember, you must only feign a retreat and lead Gao Sheng to the Black Pine Forest ahead."

Xiahou Lan, you will lead 500 vanguard troops to cooperate with Zilong, and you must feign a rout to make Gao Sheng mistakenly believe that our army is easily defeated.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan replied in unison.

Xiahou Lan was transferred from a civil to a military post again, but only he could do this. If it were Zhang Fei, the Vanguard Camp might have had to rejoin the Yellow Turban rebels!

The next morning, Zhao Yun and Xiahou Lan led more than a thousand men, creating a large amount of smoke and dust, and went straight to the front of the Yellow Turban camp to challenge them.

Seeing this, Gao Sheng estimated there were several thousand people!

He immediately scoffed, "A mere few thousand people dare to provoke us! Watch me go into battle and slaughter you all!"

He immediately mustered three thousand soldiers, charged out of the camp, and rushed straight at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun did not engage him in prolonged combat. After exchanging a few blows, he feigned defeat and retreated on horseback.

Xiahou Lan was the first to scale the camp, followed closely by others. They abandoned their armor and weapons, feigning defeat and fleeing.

"Hahaha! So easily defeated!"

Gao Sheng laughed upon seeing this, concluding that the government troops were no match for him. However, he raised his hand to stop the Yellow Turban rebels from pursuing them.

"Withdraw! Return to camp!"

The pursuers suddenly stopped chasing!

Zhao Yun suddenly reined in his horse and turned around. Hmm, not going to chase anymore? How can that be?

Immediately following Li Chang's instructions, he fled while shouting and cursing:

"Gao Sheng! Your general Zhang Bao has already been beheaded in Quyang, and his head is displayed at the city gate! If you know what's good for you, surrender immediately, or you will suffer the same fate as Zhang Bao!"

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were just preparing to retreat, immediately erupted in uproar.

Gao Sheng was so angry that he trembled all over and his eyes turned red.

He was promoted by Zhang Liang and was completely loyal to him.

Upon hearing the news of Zhang Bao's death, Zhang Liang wept uncontrollably, and Zhang Jiao was so enraged that he vomited blood and fainted on the spot!

Now that Zhao Yun has mentioned it in public, it's tantamount to stabbing him in the heart.

"You scoundrel! I will kill you!" Gao Sheng roared, spurring his horse and brandishing his sword as he charged straight at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun feigned defeat again, continuing to follow Li Chang's instructions, shouting as he fled:

"Damn it, retreat quickly! The strategist has ruined me! He's actually caught up! He's too strong, I'm no match for him! When we get back, I'll tear Zhang Bao's body to pieces!"

"I'm furious!" Gao Sheng was completely enraged and, disregarding the ambush, led three thousand soldiers to relentlessly pursue Zhao Yun.

They pursued them, only to find that the government troops had left behind a large number of tree branches.

Gao Sheng immediately understood everything: They were actually using tree branches to conceal their small troop strength? Or were they some kind of strategist?

Based on Zhao Yun's unusually youthful face, Gao Sheng filled in the blanks in his mind!

This must have been Qu Yang's scheme to wear him down!

"Quick, after them!" Gao Sheng stared intently at the white horses. "Make sure those white horses never return!"

However, Zhao Yun always stayed close to the Yellow Turban rebels, and from time to time he was able to cover the lagging vanguard troops.

He always gave Gao Sheng a glimmer of hope, as if if he were just one step ahead, he could catch Zhao Yun and then...hehehe!

Avenge General Zhang Bao, the Earth God!

After chasing for more than ten miles, they were about to enter a forest.

Gao Sheng looked around at the dense forest, a sudden sense of alarm rising in his heart, and he abruptly pulled on the reins:

"Oh no! An ambush! Retreat immediately!"

But it was too late.

"kill!"

A deafening battle cry rang out as Liu Bei led his three thousand main force out from the pine forest.

"Guan Yu is here!" "Zhang Fei is here!"

The two charged out from the forests on either side, like tigers descending the mountain, instantly scattering the Yellow Turban soldiers' formation.

Zhao Yun also turned his horse around and led his cavalry to surround and kill the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers.

Li Changli stood on a high earthen slope, lightly waving his feather fan, directing his army to encircle the Yellow Turbans. He deliberately left an opening on the east side, giving the Yellow Turban soldiers a chance to survive and preventing them from fighting to the death.

To everyone's surprise, not a single one of the besieged Yellow Turban soldiers fled eastward!

Instead, they became like madmen, brandishing their weapons and launching a desperate charge against the government troops!

In particular, the five hundred Yellow Turban warriors in the formation were all eight feet tall, with strong physiques, bare-chested, covered with strange red talismans, and wielding giant axes and heavy hammers, fearless of death.

A soldier from the Vanguard Battalion slashed at the shoulder of a Yellow Turban warrior with a knife, but the blade became embedded in the bone and could not be pulled out.

The strongman felt no pain, roared, and smashed the soldier to death on the spot with his hammer.

"Strange!" Zhang Fei pierced the chest of a Yellow Turban warrior with his spear, frowning as he demanded, "These people are fearless of death, even more ferocious than the previous Yellow Turban assassins!"

Guan Yu cleaved two Yellow Turban warriors in two with a single stroke, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly: "Something's not right! The runes on their bodies are the same as those on Zhang Bao's assassins!"

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were quite efficient, but other places, especially ordinary people, faced these Yellow Turban warriors.

It's like college students encountering special forces!

The Yellow Turban warriors could kill almost one enemy with a single blow!

Wang Jiang gripped the ring-pommel sword tightly in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Looking up at Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the strategist Li whom they revered like a god, his heart was burning with emotion.

From a local militia member in Zhuojun to a squad leader under the command of the Polu Colonel, he witnessed these important figures repeatedly defeat the Yellow Turban rebels!

He was promoted and rewarded time and time again!

He doesn't understand any grand principles; he only knows that by following people like this, he has a chance to get ahead!

"Today is our chance!" Wang Jiang roared, addressing the nine fellow villagers behind him, who were also his brothers from this "shi" (a local unit).

"Follow me! The generals are surrounded by more and more soldiers. Let's kill a few more Yellow Turban rebels and show them the might of our Peach Blossom Spring Righteous Army!"

The ten men formed a familiar cone formation and charged towards a group of Yellow Turban warriors, shouting as they went.

Their teamwork was no longer as indistinguishable as before; with just a few slashes, they felled two ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers.

However, before they could catch their breath, a foul stench swept over them, and a Yellow Turban Warrior, eight feet tall, with a bare upper body covered in eerie red symbols, appeared.

Wielding a heavy double-edged axe, he brutally cut into the ranks of the other tribes!

After a few blows, the weapon was already more than half destroyed.

boom!

A soldier's sword struck the strongman's shoulder blade from behind, but the blade was stuck there by the bone.

The strongman seemed to feel no pain, and with a backhand strike, the righteous soldier was smashed into a pile of minced meat before he could even scream.

"Damn it!" Wang Jiang's pupils shrank sharply, a mixture of intense fear and anger surging within him.

But he didn't act recklessly with youthful vigor as he used to!

After being ridiculed by the villagers for "not knowing left from right," he vowed to prove them wrong. Although he didn't know many characters, he kept asking his companions questions.

Ask how each battle was fought! Ask what methods the strategist used!

Although the messages that came back were often more and more outrageous as they were passed from person to person, he summarized and remembered one thing: first wear them down from a distance, and then fight them outnumbered!

"Form ranks! Throw spears! Throw stones!" Wang Jiang roared, issuing the order.

The ten men quickly gathered together, five of them raised their swords and shields, and the other five threw the few short spears they had, and even the daggers they used for self-defense, at the strongman.

"Thud, thud, thud!" The sound of a sharp weapon striking flesh rang out.

Although the strongman was fierce and brave, he still had to swing his giant axe to block or use his thick shield to protect his vitals.

Wang Jiang, with his sharp eyes, noticed that the strongman's legs seemed to be poorly protected, and he relied entirely on his feet to move.

"Smash his foot!" Wang Jiang shouted, taking the lead by throwing his small knife as a weapon, smashing it hard against the strongman's foot.

"clang!"

The back of the knife struck the ankle bone with a dull thud.

The strongman froze, as if he felt no pain at all!

Holding their shields, braving the attacks, they charged forward!

The giant hammer, accompanied by a whooshing sound, swung fiercely towards Wang Jiang's waist.