Chapter 8: Turning the Tide
"What a stupid pig!" Seeing Cheng Yuanzhi go to war, Xu Feng was so angry that he scolded loudly. He fought one-on-one with Liu Guan Zhang, wasn't this just asking for death? Cheng Yuanzhi really thought he was someone special.
"Calling brothers, prepare to go into battle." Xu Feng hastily ordered Xue Cheng and others. As expected, Cheng Yuanzhi had just entered the scene with a big knife, and Zhang Fei was about to rush forward and knock him down with one shot. Guan Yu rode his horse, swung his sword, and rushed over, shouting "Third brother retreat, take a short rest, second brother will meet him."
As soon as the words fell, Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife swung through the air, and under the scorching sun, the blade shone brightly, its icy cold light making people gasp for breath. Guan Yu's phoenix eyes were slightly open, his eyebrows showing disdain, and the black-green long gown fluttered in the wind, majestic and extraordinary.
Guan Yu urged his horse forward, and with a swift and fierce movement, the 82 jin Green Dragon Crescent Blade danced in the air, releasing a vast killing aura that left Cheng Yuanzhi stunned. The blade wrapped in a gust of wind let out a loud whooshing sound as it sliced through the air, beheading its target. Scalding crimson blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing everywhere, filling the air with a thick, pungent smell of blood that left everyone who witnessed the scene utterly stunned.
He regarded himself as a great general, but in less than one round, he was cut down by someone with just one knife, this is also too unexpected.
"Haha, Second Brother is mighty, one knife and Cheng Yuanzhi was beheaded! Young men, what are you still dawdling for? Follow me to kill!" Zhang Fei laughed loudly, swung his arm, and led the charge towards the Yellow Turban army's camp.
The spear danced, the gun shadow flashed, and Zhang Fei's spear in his hand was so powerful that it could take away a life with every move. No one was his match, and he was like a god of death, killing indiscriminately in the Yellow Turban army. The cries of despair, wails, and screams were endless, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was filled with countless corpses. Zhang Fei, covered in blood, grew more ferocious as he fought, shouting loudly as he charged through the Yellow Turban ranks. Although the Yellow Turbans had many soldiers, their leaders were killed one after another, leaving them without a commander and losing their morale. When they saw Zhang Fei's bravery, they were terrified and retreated in disarray, causing chaos in the Yellow Turban army.
"Brothers, follow me and kill!" Seeing the 50,000-strong army suddenly being chased away by the 500 defenders, Xu Feng was furious in his heart. At this moment, someone from the Yellow Turban Army had to stand up, otherwise they would definitely be finished. Even if the opponent were three fierce tigers, Xu Feng would still go all out. This was his first battle in his life, and such an ending was simply humiliating.
"Brothers, follow Peak Brother and charge forward! We will never be cowards or weaklings. The other side only has 500 people, what's there to fear?" Xue Cheng shouted loudly as he waved his steel knife and chased after Xu Feng in the direction of the battle.
Xu Feng held his steel knife, his eyes blazing with anger, and charged towards the soldiers rushing towards him. As soon as they faced each other, Xu Feng's knife flashed in the air, and with a powerful swing, he struck down with all his might. The knife sliced through one of the soldiers, cutting him in half, and fresh red blood splattered all over Xu Feng's body. The strong smell of blood made Xu Feng even more excited, and without any hesitation, he landed a sweeping blow that cut across the waists of several nearby soldiers. They let out cries of agony as they fell to the ground, their legs severed by Xu Feng's knife. One unlucky soldier had his thigh chopped off, and he curled up into a ball, wailing in pain.
"Go die." Xu Feng was impatient, and with a fierce stab of his knife into the opponent's chest, there was a "puff" sound. The opponent died with a face full of unwillingness mixed with a hint of relief.
"Kill!" Xue Cheng and others followed closely, also rushing over. Zhou Cang and others saw Xu Feng being so fearless of death, they were greatly inspired. As Xu Feng's commander, Zhou Cang felt extremely ashamed in his heart. In such a situation, he couldn't even compare to one of his own small squad leaders, it was truly humiliating.
Zhou Cang carried a large knife, urged his horse and swung his knife, like a fierce tiger coming down the mountain, and rushed towards Zhang Fei who was chasing him from the opposite side.
A deafening crash... A loud, earth-shaking sound, Zhang Fei's long spear and Zhou Cang's large knife collided heavily, sparks flying everywhere. Both were rare, peerless tiger generals, and relying solely on brute strength to decide the outcome, they were evenly matched, with no clear winner or loser. It's worth noting that in the Three Kingdoms era, Zhou Cang was Guan Yu's sword bearer, and he wielded his 82-jin (about 41 kg) knife with ease, his footsteps swift and agile - a testament to his formidable strength!
"Alright, alright, finally met a somewhat worthy opponent! Come on, come on, state your name, my third uncle's gun doesn't kill unnamed rats!" Zhang Fei shouted excitedly.
"I am Zhou Cang from Guanzhong, Zhang Fei. You can't be so arrogant. I'm here to meet you." Zhou Cang had been holding back his anger for a long time, and facing Zhang Fei, he naturally wouldn't hold back. Moreover, the excitement and anticipation of facing a master made his fighting spirit surge. He also wanted to try out whether his knife was sharp or Zhang Fei's spear was fast.
"Alright, alright! If you have the ability, let's fight your family's Third Master for 300 rounds!" Zhang Fei laughed loudly, his long spear shaking, and a treacherous spear flower appeared in mid-air, stabbing fiercely at Zhou Cang's chest.
"Good move." Zhou Cang silently praised, his movements not slowing down in the slightest. His body shifted slightly to the side on horseback, dodging Zhang Fei's long spear. With a swift swing of his knife, he fiercely chopped towards Zhang Fei's face.
Two horses galloped back and forth, the two men clashed in one place. With Zhou Cang blocking Zhang Fei, Xu Feng and others encountered even less resistance, their killing intent grew stronger. The originally panicked Yellow Turbans gradually regained their senses under Xu Feng's rallying cry, many of them joining the battle array against the defending army, their numbers swelling like a flood, instantly annihilating the already outnumbered government troops, leaving none remaining.
"It's all because of you!" Guan Yu was enraged, seeing that the situation was not good, he urged his horse and charged forward with his sword, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade waved wildly in the sky, the blade light flashed, and the cold air was overwhelming. Several nearby Yellow Turbans didn't even have time to understand what was happening before they were either beheaded or cut in half, dying miserably. The second and third brothers rushed forward, Liu Bei also didn't show any weakness, the three of them were like three fierce tigers, killing anyone who stood in their way. Except for Zhang Fei being blocked by Zhou Cang, the other two were like entering an uninhabited land, chopping melons and cutting vegetables with ease. For a time, although the Yellow Turbans had many people, they didn't have any advantage.
"A bunch of trash, are you just waiting for others to come and kill? What are the archers still standing there for? Why aren't they shooting?" Xu Feng loudly shouted at the archers in the crowd.
"But this will hurt our own people."
"What's the point of this, still being so indecisive and not shooting? Do you think your own people can survive?" Xu Feng cursed angrily, although in his heart he couldn't bear to do it, but with so many people, if they were killed by the three of them, no one would have a good ending.
