Chapter 72: Xu Feng of the Yellow Turbans

  "Monster!" The panicked defenders looked up to find that in the dark night sky, one by one, row upon row of giant wooden birds were flying rapidly towards them. Underneath the giant birds, there were sparkling bright spots, like a cluster of stars, shining brightly, more and more gathering together, at first glance, it seemed like a vast expanse of stars, getting closer and closer, more and more numerous.

  Those shining star points are the emblem on the chest of the Tiger Guard, made of brass, and under the night sky, they shine exceptionally bright. Hundreds of Tiger Guards descend from the sky, like a cluster of stars twinkling in the night sky.

  A long spear danced wildly, and several panicked guards instantly became Xu Feng's victims under his spear. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he swept across thousands of soldiers, his long spear slashing wildly at waist level. The cold light flashed in the air, the shadow of the spear flickered continuously, and the wind generated by the spear whistled past. Cries of despair were heard again. Although Xu Feng was the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he was also a young man with a strong personality, full of passion and heroism. After several battles, having seen the bloody fights many times, killing people had become less tense for him, but instead, he gained an aura of invincibility, like a king. In ancient times, one could gain fame by killing people in battle, unlike later generations where even a small fight would land you in jail and force you to eat plain rice.

  The ancients said it well: killing one is for guilt, slaughtering ten thousand is for heroism. Slaughtering nine hundred thousand makes you the greatest of heroes.

  He thought of that famous poem, "The Ballad of Mulan", which had been passed down for generations, and Xu Feng couldn't help but loudly recite it:

  A man should be a killer, killing without leaving any emotions. An eternal and immortal achievement is all about killing.

  In the past, there was a heroic young man who valued loyalty and kept his promises. He would kill someone as soon as he got angry, but his own life was lighter than a swan feather.

  There are also heroes and overlords, killing people like hemp, galloping all over the world, only boasting of knives and guns.

  ...The sound is thick and powerful, the lyrics are overbearing, Xu Feng's low and rhythmic chanting is full of grandeur, the aura is overwhelming, the Yellow Turban Tiger Guards who were falling from the sky heard Xu Feng's chanting, one by one their spirits lifted, their killing intent surged, they looked up to their commander with reverence. Without needing anyone to give orders, after landing, they quickly emerged from their parachutes, picked up their weapons and charged at the panicked government troops like tigers and wolves, showing no mercy.

  "A man should kill, killing without mercy! Tiger Guards, for the sake of the Yellow Turbans' dominance, for our commander, charge and kill!" Dian Wei let out a tiger's roar, swinging his twin iron pikes as he charged into the fray like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The terrified city guards saw Dian Wei charging towards them, black as an iron tower, fierce as a killing god, and they scattered in all directions in fear.

  "My goodness, what a monster!"

  Dian Wei may look clumsy, but his movements are not slow at all. With a single leap, he caught up with a soldier, and with one swing of his iron pike, the force was immense and crushing, just one strike. A strange whirring sound echoed through the air, followed by the sound of wind rushing past, as the iron pike came crashing down. With a loud thud, the heavy iron pike smashed into the soldier's face, instantly turning him into a bloody pulp, his features completely unrecognizable, half his skull crushed into mush.

  "Ghost!" The soldiers on the side saw such a bloody scene, and they were all frightened to death, their legs softened, and they were completely scared silly.

  "Haha, this is not the time to be dazed!" A thunderous cry echoed through the air, and before everyone could turn around to understand what was happening, a chill ran down their backs. The icy spear had already pierced the chest of a soldier, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, causing Zhang Fei to excitedly throw his head back and let out a wild roar. The spear flew back quickly, dancing wildly in the air, sometimes thrusting, sometimes stabbing, sometimes sweeping, and sometimes smashing. Those soldiers who had lost their souls were no match for Zhang Fei; one gun, one spear, one man. Zhang Fei was invincible, and no one could stop him.

  "Oh my, I didn't think that I, Bae Won-soo, would also have a chance to fly in the sky. It's really exhilarating!" Bae Won-soo, who had just emerged from the paraglider, turned around and gazed at the paraglider he had ridden, staring blankly for a long time, repeatedly praising it.

  "There is one here." Several officers and soldiers rushed to Pei Yuanshao's side, seeing Pei Yuanshao stunned on the spot, suddenly excited for a moment, sneered, and charged forward with their spears.

  "Pei Yuanshao, Qi Shuai and others are in a fierce battle, do you still have time to be distracted?" Zhou Cang swung his crescent moon knife, leapt up and let out a loud roar. In the night sky, a cold light flashed, the big knife swept across, with a "chi" sound, the sharp edge of the crescent moon knife suddenly appeared, and in one swing, it completely cut off the waists of several soldiers who were close to Pei Yuanshao, splitting them into two segments. The severed bodies fell heavily to the ground, splashing up waves of blood flowers.

  "Thanks a lot." Pei Yuanshao felt embarrassed for a moment, thanked Zhou Cang hastily, picked up the wolf's tooth club and rushed towards the government soldiers.

  "Hey, Yuanfu, you're also flying in the sky for the first time, aren't you surprised?" Just after taking a few steps, Pei Yuanshao suddenly stopped and curiously asked Zhou Cang.

  "Laozi doesn't have time to daydream now, you bastard, go protect Qū Shuài quickly. If a single hair on Qū Shuài's body is injured, I'll chop you in half with one knife." Zhōu Cāng almost got driven mad by Péi Yuánshào, if not for being busy fighting and killing enemies, Zhōu Cāng would have gone to find Péi Yuánshào to play with his life. This kid, even if he's daydreaming, should still know the timing."

  "General, it's bad! The Yellow Turbans have entered the city!" A soldier rushed to report to Le You that Xu Feng and others had attacked and entered the city.

  "My eyes are not blind, I saw it early on, why didn't you rush over to kill the enemy? The other side only has a few hundred people, we have tens of thousands of cavalry, slaughter them all." Le kicked out with one foot and booted the soldier who came to report down from the stairs.

  On the city wall, a fierce battle was raging, outside the city gate, the attack was ferocious, inside the city wall, the raids were continuous. Looking at the Yellow Turbans who were shouting and killing everywhere, Le's legs went cold, his heart was racing, he was almost out of breath. What on earth was going on? Where did so many Yellow Turbans come from? Why didn't he know anything about it? The mighty Tiger Trap Pass, the first stronghold of the Han Dynasty, now seemed like a marketplace, where anyone could come and go as they pleased. Le felt dizzy and confused, as if he was dreaming.

  Suddenly his face felt cool, he reached out to touch it, "Ah, blood!" It was all sticky with pungent fresh blood, Le was shocked and shouted as he hid behind the crowd, his heart like an icy cave, this wasn't a dream.

  "Qū shuài, you haven't had an accident, have you?" Tian Wei, who had been charging wildly and killing all the way, rushed to Xu Feng's side with his whole body covered in blood, asking anxiously.

  "Hey, what's up?" With a single shot, Xu Feng opened the way through an officer and soldier. He turned around with a smile, seeing Dian Wei covered in blood, as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood. His entire body was stained with blood, his face ferocious and frightening. Even his pair of iron spears, which never left his side, were dripping with blood like rain. Xu Feng felt a pang of sympathy in his heart. Dian Wei fought battles with such fearlessness and disregard for his own life, never considering his own safety. His dedication to Xu Feng far exceeded what Xu Feng had given him.

  "Dian Wei, aren't you hurt?" Xu Feng disregarded Dian Wei's blood-soaked body and walked closer, concerningly patting his shoulder.

  "General, don't get your clothes dirty." Di Wei hastily retreated a step back and replied awkwardly.

  "Don't be so polite to me, although I'm your commander, we're also brothers. If you keep being so formal, I'll get angry. Tell the brothers that the more noise and commotion, the better. Kill those who should be killed, burn what should be burned. Most importantly, no matter what, make sure to open the city gate for me. Our brothers outside are fighting bloody battles, opening the gate early will minimize their casualties."

  "Who are you?" The soldiers asked in shock and fear as they saw Xu Feng being called "General" by Jian Wei.

  "Haha, who am I? Dian Wei, tell him, let them die with a clear understanding." Xu Feng said loudly with laughter.

  "Everyone, listen carefully, this is the commander of our Yellow Turbans, Xu Feng, Xu San Guang." The thunderous voice was loud and astonishing, echoing far and wide, both inside and outside the city walls. Everyone heard it. What? Xu Feng Xu San Guang! Lei was so shocked that he fell to the ground.

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