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

Chapter 181 One Man Suppresses an Army of Ten Thousand!

The rain poured down harder and harder, and the thunder grew ever closer.

The stone steps of Panlong Ridge were washed by the rain and looked like a small waterfall.

The mud and gravel flowed down the river.

Not only is it difficult for people to stand firm, but even wild animals in the mountains have retreated into their dens, secretly watching the outside world.

Zhang Jiao stood there motionless, staring intently at Chen Shao.

"Brother, I think we're doomed today. The mountain road is all muddy. Chen Shao won't dare to come any further."

Zhang Bao suggested from the side:

"Why don't we withdraw our troops now and return to our capital? Then we can sit back and watch them fight it out, and then we can try to conquer the world. What do you say?"

Zhang Bao's words actually represented the sentiments of most of the Yellow Turban Army.

The rebellion has gone this far, it's been worth it.

It would be so much better to live a life of luxury and wealth in the future, rather than risk your life and fight with others. It's not worth it.

Ideally, we could establish a state within a state, governed by the mountains.

Before Zhang Jiao could answer.

The two brothers stared wide-eyed at the same time.

On the mountain path, a gray figure was seen darting through the torrential rain.

An ordinary gray donkey carried Chen Shao.

Its four hooves flew like arrows released from a bow.

Before the water splashed up by the donkey's hooves on the muddy mountain path had even settled, the donkey had already turned the next bend.

With a whoosh, it darted far away again.

This completely violates the rules of gravity.

"Holy crap..."

Both of them grew up in the village, so they were very familiar with donkeys.

What can a donkey do?

You'll know if you look at what's related to it.

Lazy donkeys poop and pee a lot when they're on the millstone.

Good intentions are misunderstood.

They've run out of tricks.

That's completely irrelevant.

Donkey meat sandwich.

There wasn't a single good word.

When will this donkey be able to fly?!

Even with Zhang Jiao's profound knowledge of astronomy and human nature, he couldn't find a single reasonable explanation no matter how hard he racked his brains.

Is this a donkey in horse skin?

No, even horses shouldn't do that.

A talisman stuck to the donkey's face? Zhang Jiao shook his head with a wry smile. He knew best what talismans could do.

That's a tool for stirring people's hearts; it can even stir up a donkey.

"What exactly happened...?"

While he couldn't understand it, Aluminum Cloth, who was at the scene next door, was even more shocked and felt his scalp tingle.

He had just been stopping the soldiers when a gray lightning bolt streaked past him.

Upon closer inspection, good heavens, it was the great Holy Emperor!

Aluminum Cloth boasts of its superior martial arts skills, claiming to be among the best in the world.

Walking briskly through the mountains and forests is a common occurrence.

But today...

He ran breathlessly carrying the halberd, barely able to keep up with the donkey.

"Your Majesty, please slow down, please slow down!"

"This mountain path is slippery and too dangerous, please wait for me..."

*Slap!* Aluminum Cloth slapped himself.

What happened?

I've been speaking in a somewhat official tone these past few days.

He shook his head and roared behind him:

"Brothers, if His Majesty is like this, how can we fall behind? Charge!"

The gray donkey was the first to rush to the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

Chen Shao stood steadily before the altar.

His gaze fell upon the Yellow Turban army opposite him.

Even through the rain, you could sense the other person's hostility, and even... anticipation.

The Son of Heaven.

The Yellow Turbans worshipped the god "Zhonghuang Taiyi" and believed that Heaven was dead.

Now that the two leaders are officially facing off, it would be strange not to be curious.

Chen Shao did not rush to take action, but waited quietly for Lu Bu and the others to come up the mountain.

Thunder and lightning raged, and the sky would suddenly light up every now and then.

Chen Shao stood there with his hands behind his back, looking incredibly dashing.

This display in front of others also triggered the "show-off gets struck by lightning" effect, as his body was faintly surrounded by blue lightning, making him look even more terrifying.

Until the main army appeared behind them.

Chen Shao then straightened his clothes and brushed the wet hair that was sticking to his forehead back.

Then he stepped out and onto the altar.

Boom!

The thunder seemed to be watching the spectacle, continuing to rumble incessantly.

The two forces, with a combined army of over 100,000, were all focused on one person.

Chen Shao, carrying the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, walked to the highest level of the altar.

Standing before the fluttering yellow banner, he reached out and touched the flagpole.

sizzle.

An electric current immediately flowed through it.

He exclaimed once again that Zhang Jiao was truly a talented individual.

In this era, any buildings with unusual features were mostly designed to ward off evil spirits.

Perhaps it was an accidental lightning protection effect, but even the builder himself was unaware of it.

Zhang Jiao was able to actively utilize... and even predict the weather with such accuracy.

Everyone else thought that Chen Shao was standing there motionless, gathering divine power and communicating with the heavens and man.

In reality, he was thinking that it would be a pity to kill Zhang Jiao.

Later, he was transferred to the Imperial Observatory, where he was specifically responsible for weather forecasting, which benefited the people and was considered a good use of his talents.

but now!

Chen Shaoqing brandished his Dragon Crescent Blade, gripping it tightly with both hands.

The blade traced an arc in the torrential rain.

He swung the sword fiercely at the flagpole of the Yellow Turban banner.

A crisp snapping sound.

The flagpole of the Yellow Turban banner was cut in half.

The apricot-yellow flag fell downwards along with the flagpole.

"then!"

Chen Shao threw the Green Dragon Crescent Blade downwards.

Grasp the flagpole with both hands before the banner hits the ground.

He gripped the soaked banner at an angle in his hand with all his might.

If not now, when?

Chen Shao waved his banner and laughed loudly, looking up at the sky:

"By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous!"

...

Upon seeing this, Zhang Bao immediately flew into a rage.

"That bastard! How dare he!"

"How dare he! That's our flag! That's our banner!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his spittle flying everywhere amidst the rain, and the veins on his neck bulging.

He drew his sword and was about to rush up the mountain when his personal guards grabbed him tightly.

"Don't stop me, let me kill this bastard!"

Of course, it's impossible to flush it.

So, he made a show for the older brother next to him.

Zhang Jiao was too busy to pay attention to him.

Chen Shao cut the banner in half and proudly held it in his hand.

This was exactly what he wanted.

"Ha, ha ha ha! I won the bet!" Zhang Jiao laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

The 110,000-strong Yellow Turban army stood dumbfounded.

I was at a loss for what to do.

At the mountaintop, Aluminum Cloth slammed the Fangtian Halberd to the ground.

He wiped the rain off his face.

He roared:

"Long live His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"

At the foot of Panlong Ridge, the Great Yan army was already in a frenzy.

They saw their emperor and cut the enemy's banner in two with a single stroke.

The rain was heavy, but the cheers were even louder.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Throughout the entire world, only Yuwen Huagu showed no reaction.

He lay on the cot, one arm supporting his head, the other holding a cup of freshly brewed ginger tea, his legs crossed and his toes swinging leisurely.

Thunder rumbled outside the tent, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

Others might not know, but he certainly did; Zhang Jiao and Chen Shao were putting on an act of deception.

It's like picking up diamonds, marble, pebbles, calamine, meteorites, fossils, minerals... gallstones, only to drop them on your own foot.

That fire left him with an indelible memory.

Even fire couldn't touch Chen Shao.

"The emperor is fighting desperately on the mountain, while I'm drinking tea in my tent. Everyone does their job and stays in their place."

He clicked his tongue, but suddenly sprang up from the couch.

Then a numbing sensation, like being struck by lightning, spread through my entire body.

Before he could react, another shot was fired.

I was shocked again, as if by an electric shock.

His hair stood on end quickly, his skin began to turn black, and his lips stuck together.