Chapter 56, Bad News Keeps Coming

  Report...

  "What's the matter?" Before Xu Feng could lie down and fall asleep, a swift horseman from Changsha rushed in, and Xu Feng hastily invited him in.

  "General, something is wrong. General Bo led over 10,000 men and left Changsha a few days ago. Now his whereabouts are unknown and his destination is unclear." The scout rushed into the house, knelt down on one knee, and hastily reported to Xu Feng.

  "Ah... Bo Cai actually disobeyed orders and took people away without reason. Alright, alright, retreat! The commander already knows about this matter." Xu Feng was shocked, waved his hand to dismiss the scout, and fell into deep thought. Bo Cai? Could it be that you have opinions about me, Xu Feng, and don't obey your younger martial brother? Haha, interesting, interesting. In that case, Huang Jin is in danger!

  Why did the Yellow Turban Army fail? Xu Feng understood it clearly in his heart. Firstly, they were unprepared and had been betrayed by Tang Zhou, so they launched a hasty uprising.

  Secondly, the Yellow Turban Army was mostly composed of poor and miserable common people, with loose discipline, chaotic battles, low ideological awareness, and too much limitation.

  Third, and most importantly, each fighting alone, without coordination or unity, will allow the imperial army to annihilate them one by one, resulting in a complete defeat. Disunity is the most fatal, unexpectedly, the appointment of the leader was not accepted by Bo, what a thorn in the side.

  According to his understanding of Bo Cai, Xu Feng thought that since Bo Cai had taken away 10,000 soldiers, he must have a plan in mind. Perhaps, he wanted to stir up some big commotion and catch the attention of the Cult Master. Yongchuan has me on duty, Princes' City has Zhao Hong, and the North has the three brothers of the Cult Master. Bo Cai, where will you choose? Looking at the simple map he had drawn on the desk, Xu Feng fell into deep thought.

  "Big brother, I heard that Zhang Liao has come to Guangzong to assist in the battle and plans to swallow Dong Zhuo whole. What should we do?" In Liu Bei's military tent, the two brothers looked at each other, both with worried faces. Dong Zhuo had been there for over a month, not only did he not give them any soldiers or troops, but also didn't even give them a chance to fight on the battlefield. If it weren't for Liu Bei's persuasion, Guan Yu would have already left in anger.

  "Second brother, this might be an opportunity for us two brothers. Tomorrow they will engage in a fierce battle at Yangping Mountain. If my guess is not wrong, Zhang Liang and Zhang Jue will definitely surround Dong Zhuo from both sides of Yangping Mountain and devour him whole. Second brother, no matter how they fight or who wins or loses, it's not important. We just need to seize the opportunity and take down the heads of Zhang Jue's brothers. The three Zhangs are rebels causing chaos, a major threat to the imperial court. If we can take their heads, this battle will be our greatest achievement, and no one else's." Liu Bei stroked his chin whiskers, a hint of cold glint flashing in the corner of his eye.

  "I obey big brother's orders. Ah, if Third Brother were here, we would be twice as effective. With Third Brother among the troops, taking the enemy general's head would be like reaching into a bag and grabbing something." Guan Yu nodded, suddenly thinking of Zhang Fei, and couldn't help but say.

  "Alas..." Seeing Liu Bei's face turn gloomy and his expression become cold, Guan Yu let out a soft sigh and didn't dare to continue speaking.

  "Report... Wan City Urgent Report." Xu Feng had just finished arranging the battle plan for everyone when suddenly, a piece of bad news came from Wan City - Zhao Hong was dead!

  Zhao Hong, known as the first of Zhang Mancheng's four junior heavenly kings, was designed by Cao Cao and killed by Huang Zhong.

  "Abominable, that damned Cao Cao, abominable Huang Zhong, you two have indeed put on a good show together." Cao Cao was a hero of the world, and Huang Zhong was a fierce general. With these two taking action, Zhao Hong's death was not unexpected at all. Worried about the loss of Wan City, Xu Feng hastily asked the soldier who reported the news, "Has Wan City been lost?"

  "Not yet, now there is a heavenly angel Zhang Mancheng under the command of General Han Zhong, leading the army to fight, however, more than half of the defending soldiers in the city have been injured, and the war situation is extremely critical. General Han requests that Commander Qu immediately send troops to rescue."

  "Rescue, of course, rescue. After tomorrow, I will immediately dispatch troops to reinforce Wan City." Xu Feng nodded and replied. Immediately, Xu Feng wrote a letter to Han Zhong in Wan City, telling him to hold on to the death and that he would definitely come to his aid soon, attacking Cao Cao's forces from both front and back, catching them off guard.

  Although that's what they say, however, at present Xu Feng's camp in Yingchuan has less than 40,000 people, scattered all over the place, and also facing the siege of Huangfu Song and Sun Jian. Wanting to provide reinforcements is indeed a case of too many monks and not enough porridge, with too few soldiers and weak generals. But for the great cause of the Yellow Turbans, Xu Feng absolutely cannot abandon his brother troops to death, otherwise the prospects for the Yellow Turbans will only be bleak.

  "Report... Tiger Trap urgent report." Just after sending away the messenger from Wan City, a distress call came from Bao Zhai at Tiger Trap Pass.

  "Bo Cai, you're muddled! Isn't this just causing trouble? With your character, you've actually made such a low-level mistake, truly a stupid pig." Ten thousand people want to attack the Tiger's Lair, isn't that just nonsense?

  Bo Zhang's army launched a surprise attack on Tiger Trap Pass, the so-called number one pass in the world. Although the defense was insufficient, the city was strategically located and easy to defend but hard to attack. After several days of fighting with 10,000 soldiers, they had already suffered heavy casualties and were severely wounded, and were also surrounded by Chunyu Qiong who came to support them.

  "General Pu said that if you don't send troops to rescue him, he can die without regret. But there are still several thousand brothers, you can't just watch them die, can you?" Seeing Xu Feng remaining silent for a long time, the soldier who delivered the message urged anxiously.

  "Get out, you bastards! You all know how to cause trouble, but let me clean up after you!" Xu Feng suddenly bellowed, and with one kick, he sent the soldier flying out of the door.

  Isn't the Yellow Turbans' situation precarious? Zhao Hong in Wan City was killed, and the city is on the verge of collapse. Bo Cai poured oil on the fire again, and they were trapped under Tiger Trap Pass. Xu Feng beat his chest and stamped his feet, pacing back and forth in his room, sighing constantly. He thought to himself, "Could it be that this is fate? Is the Yellow Turbans' destiny really like this?" Can the poor common people never turn their fortunes around?

  With a stifled feeling in his heart, Xu Feng pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard. Seeing the crescent moon hanging low in the sky and the dim stars, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, making his mood even more irritable. Seeing Xu Feng's gloomy face and stifled expression, Xue Cheng Dian Wei and others stood by, not knowing how to dissuade him. They had already received the news that they had just suffered a defeat and were surrounded by the heavy troops of Shenjiang Huang Fu Sheng, even if Xu Feng was a god reborn, he didn't have three heads or six arms, nor could he split himself into multiple bodies.

  "Brother Feng, look!" Xue Cheng suddenly pointed at the night sky and shouted loudly.

  "Ah..." A shooting star streaked across the sky above his head. As a transmigrator, Xu Feng was absolutely an atheist with no faith, but he couldn't help feeling that this wasn't a good omen. In ancient times, it was often said that a falling star was a sign of bad luck. Xu Feng felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and a sense of foreboding instantly filled his mind.

  "Gu Lou Lou", Guan Yu walked into Dong Zhuo's big tent with a proud face, and casually threw it out. A bloody head rolled to the front of Dong Zhuo.

  "How dare you be so presumptuous in the tent, showing no respect to me!" Dong Zhuo flew into a rage, suddenly standing up and pointing at Guan Yu, shouting loudly.

  "Hmph, as the commander-in-chief, you're actually hiding in your tent and not daring to go on the battlefield to kill the enemy. Are you not afraid of being ridiculed by the three armies?!" Guan Yu ignored Dong Zhuo's great anger, his phoenix eyes flashing with disdain, and he casually threw out a sentence before turning around and leaving the large tent.

  "General, it's Zhang Liang's head."

  "What? The rebel leader Zhang Liang." Dong Zhuo was shocked and hastily approached, taking a closer look at the head with bloodstains, the two resentful eyeballs staring tightly at him. Dong Zhuo was frightened and fell to the ground with a thud, muttering to himself "Indeed it is the Yellow Turban rebel leader Zhang Liang, that scoundrel Guan Yu has actually beheaded Zhang Liang."