Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Aluminum Cloth swung the halberd above his head.

The warhorse charged towards Zhang Bao like an arrow released from a bow, roaring:

"You're right! This general is a villain, and I specialize in killing hypocrites like you! Take this!"

The two horses crossed paths.

Zhang Baoju blocked with his knife.

With a loud clang, Zhang Bao felt a violent tremor in his hand.

The long sword almost flew out of his hand, and half of his arm was numb from the shock.

His body swayed slightly on the horse's back.

"Such a master exists among the Yellow Turbans..."

He was horrified and even felt some regret.

This man is incredibly brave, so why has he never made it big, leaving such a talent to Chen Shao?

Aluminum Cloth gave him no chance, and immediately followed up with a second and third slash.

"The halberd sweeps across the eight wastelands!"

"The Overlord's Farewell Halberd!"

The first halberd strike was heavier and faster than the first.

Zhang Bao could dodge the second blow, but he couldn't dodge the third.

The halberd grazed his body, sliced ​​through his armor, and struck the horse squarely in the neck.

With a pitiful neigh, the warhorse collapsed to its knees, and Zhang Bao was thrown from its back.

He rolled several times on the ground before he could barely manage to kneel and crawl.

After being knocked off his horse by Lü Bu's three halberds, Zhang Bao felt dizzy and lightheaded.

My head was filled with: halberd halberd halberd halberd halberd halberd halberd halberd...

"withdraw!"

"Retreat immediately!"

He struggled to his feet, realizing that the aluminum cloth was unstoppable, so he grabbed a nearby guard's horse and fled.

Aluminum Cloth did not chase after him.

Instead of chasing him, we should cut down these Yellow Turban soldiers who haven't even realized what's happening yet.

He led three thousand elite cavalrymen and plunged headlong into the Yellow Turban army's formation. His halberd flew like a dragon, and with each strike, a wave of enemies was wiped out.

Three thousand iron cavalrymen moved through the Yellow Turban army as if it were empty.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were mainly infantry, and their formation was torn open from the front by the aluminum cloth, causing them to fall into complete chaos.

In addition, the commander-in-chief had already fled.

They immediately began abandoning their armor and fleeing in all directions.

Yu Qi'an stood beside Chen Shao.

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, where men and horses were thrown into chaos.

Watching Aluminum Cloth's figure dashing through the Yellow Turban ranks, I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Truly a formidable general of our time!"

"In all my years in the army, I have never seen such a valiant man."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said:

"However, this person's words and actions suggest a rather wicked intention, and he may be difficult to control in the future."

Chen Shao laughed heartily.

"It's alright, the flaws don't detract from the overall excellence."

"There aren't that many perfect people in the world. Bai Bingbing is too cold, Shen Qingci is too venomous, you, Yu Qi'an, are too straightforward, and I myself am too lustful."

Everyone has flaws; it's all about how you use them.

Chen Shao charged out of the formation, holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade upside down.

"Push them down!"

Qi An raised the command flag and swung it down heavily.

The elite troops of the Great Yan maintained their formation and charged towards the Yellow Turban soldiers who were already in complete disarray.

The sounds of battle were deafening, and the war drums thundered.

It completely shattered the tranquility of the morning.

...

"Retreat! Retreat!" Zhang Bao led his personal guards in a desperate escape.

Although the aluminum cloth didn't chase him, it was already terrified.

While fleeing for his life, he didn't forget to summon his personal guards.

"Take all twelve heads with you; I have a use for them!"

Zhang Bao ran wildly for dozens of miles in one go.

Only when he could no longer hear the shouts of the pursuers did he dare to rein in his horse and look back.

A few hundred sparsely scattered soldiers followed behind, all covered in dust and dirt.

But those 30,000 people have completely disappeared without a trace.

Some scattered, some surrendered, some died, leaving only a few hundred personal guards who still followed him.

Zhang Bao remained silent for a moment, then flicked his whip again.

"Let's go! To Panlong Ridge, to meet His Majesty!"

Panlongling, the mountain lives up to its name.

The entire mountain range resembles a reclining dragon coiled at the edge of the wilderness. The terrain is not particularly steep, but it is densely forested and crisscrossed with ravines.

The only way into the mountains is a winding canyon with sheer cliffs on both sides, allowing only a few riders to pass side by side.

At this moment, a three-zhang square altar has been erected at the highest point of the mountain.

Eight black and yellow flags were planted at the bottom of the altar according to the eight trigrams.

The middle shelf contains an incense burner, a bronze mirror, and a peach wood sword.

The top floor is topped by a three-zhang-high flagpole, with its apricot-yellow banner fluttering in the wind.

The flag is embroidered with the eight large characters "Taiping Tiangong Dasheng Huangdi" (Great Sage Emperor of Taiping Heaven).

At the foot of the altar, the Yellow Turban Army was a dense, dark mass.

Seventy thousand elite troops were deployed along the mountainside in layers, with camps connected one after another and banners obscuring the sun.

Zhang Bao led several hundred remaining soldiers to the entrance of Panlongling Valley.

He tumbled and scrambled off his horse.

He staggered and ran towards the altar at the top of the mountain.

He had just run to the foot of the altar when he saw his elder brother, Zhang Jiao.

Today, the Great Sage Emperor of Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

Barefoot, with long hair draped over her shoulders, she held a peach wood sword in her hand.

Zhang Bao immediately knelt down.

This time, they didn't hold back and directly played the emotional card.

"Elder brother...I am guilty..."

Zhang Jiao glanced behind him and understood everything.

This time he did not fly into a rage; his expression remained very calm.

But the calmer it was, the more uneasy Zhang Bao felt.

"Brother, I am guilty... but I... I am also a victim."

"Those twelve damned bastards had been bribed by Chen Shao long ago. They betrayed us in the face of battle and caused the deaths of all 30,000 brothers."

"I fought my way out of the encirclement, not to save my own life, but to let my brother see what kind of people they are."

After saying that, he waved his hand behind him.

Several guards came forward carrying twelve wooden boxes.

Inside were twelve heads, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions, their eyes wide open in death.

Zhang Jiao glanced down at it.

Half of these twelve faces are his childhood friends from the same village, and the other half are his old buddies who fought alongside him all the way.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that Zhang Bao's knees went numb from kneeling on the ground.

He managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"very good."

The two words were spoken very softly, yet they made everyone around them feel suffocated.

Everyone held their breath and focused intently, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

"You did a great job."

Zhang Bao could no longer tell whether he was genuinely praising him or making sarcastic remarks.

Zhang Jiao remained silent for a moment.

"Get up! Traitors must die. You did the right thing."

"Now is not the time to assign blame. Chen Shao's army will arrive soon. If we lose this battle, even if I cut off your head, it won't do any good."

He had just started speaking when he suddenly slammed the peach wood sword down onto the altar.

A shower of sparks erupted from it.

"Chen Shao! I swear I will not rest until I have killed you!"