Breaking the Enemy (2) Page 1

  A great fire broke out, and Gao Fei led Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and others to block the retreat of the Yellow Turbans. Standing far away outside the firewall, they shouted loudly "Surrender and be spared" slogan, which scared thousands of Yellow Turbans to drop their weapons and surrender obediently. Some bandits refused to surrender, shouting and rushing out of the sea of fire, but were quickly blocked by Liu Bei's infantry.

  In the chaos, Liu Bei was seen holding two long swords, one long and one short. His sword dance formed a circle, relying on his extremely dense swordsmanship to protect himself. The cold light of the twin swords flashed as they brushed past the bandits' bodies, and any bandit who approached him would inevitably have a tiny blood mark appear on their throat before crashing to the ground.

  Gao Fei looked at the bandits killed by Liu Bei in shock, each dead bandit's throat had only a crimson mark, without any scene of blood gushing out. In his heart, he secretly exclaimed: "Is this really the legendary 'one sword with no blood'?"

  He saw Liu Bei kill the enemy for the first time, and it was so real. He saw Liu Bei relying on his long arms, combined with his extremely swift swordsmanship, effortlessly wandering among the many bandits. The precision of his swordsmanship was beyond human expectation. With both hands holding two swords, every move and style changed in a very regular pattern. However, he could also see that whenever the swordsmanship reached its most exquisite point, it would suddenly stop, as if intentionally hiding something.

  "Guan Yu and Zhang Fei are both heroes of the world. If Liu Bei really didn't have any extraordinary martial arts skills, it would be difficult to keep Guan Yu and Zhang Fei in check. It seems I underestimated Liu Bei's abilities." Gao Feng killed the bandits while carefully observing Liu Bei, and a figure of a heroic swordsman emerged in his mind. He thought to himself, "From the Yellow Turban Rebellion in 184 AD to the Battle of Red Cliffs in 208 AD, Liu Bei's first half of life was basically a series of defeats, with twenty-four years of constant battles, participating in countless fights. I must make this war-torn Emperor Uncle mine!"

  Flames shot up to the sky, and in the big fire on Niutou Ridge, some Yellow Turbans who had not escaped in time were still crying out in agony as they were burned by the fierce flames. Their mournful cries sounded like the eerie howls of ghosts at midnight, but soon gradually stopped, and many people turned into ashes.

  "General, basically under control, not a single rebel soldier escaped!" Guan Yu rode his horse from the south and dismounted, holding two heads in his hand. He threw them to the ground and said loudly, "These are the heads of rebel generals Gao Sheng and Yan Zheng, cut off by someone and presented to you, sir!"

  Gao Fei laughed happily, patted Guan Yu's shoulder and said loudly: "Yunchang is indeed a fierce general! After the Yellow Turbans are defeated, I will surely reward you heavily!"

  Guan Yu, at 1.9 meters tall, stood out like a crane among chickens. Seeing that Gao Fei only reached his chest, he praised him so much that he showed the first smile in these few days and said straightforwardly: "Your Excellency is overpraising, I just did what I should do, as for this achievement, I dare not take credit, it's all due to your excellent command!"

  Gao Fei raised his head, looking at Guan Yu's Danfeng eyes curved into a crescent shape, and a smile also piled up on his face. A row of white teeth appeared in the gap between his mustache and mouth, and his left hand still held that cold light flashing Qinglong Yanyue knife. The more he looked, the more he liked it, and the more painful his heart became.

  He only felt that among the crowd, there was still a pair of cold and stern eyes staring at him. He glanced sideways and saw Liu Bei's eyelids drooping down, standing there with no expression on his face. Only then did he withdraw his loving gaze from Guan Yu, thinking to himself: "Everyone thinks that Liu has big ears but is not very talented, only knowing how to cry. I think Liu is always hiding himself at all times. If he were really an incompetent person, how could he control Zhuge Liang and the Five Tiger Generals, such outstanding people? It seems that Liu's political skills are absolutely unmatched by anyone."

  "Things have been settled here, I wonder how it is going with Third Brother?" Guan Yu turned around to face the west, his eyes filled with anticipation, and muttered to himself.

  Gao Fei was brought back to reality by Guan Yu's words, and immediately said to the crowd: "Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Guan Hai, and Fei An, take all the prisoners away and start cleaning up the battlefield!"

  "Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

  When the big fire broke out at Niuzhilin Camp, Zhang Fei, who was ambushing on the west side, did not get the expected effect. He didn't even see a shadow of a single enemy soldier.

  Seeing the raging fire on Niutou Ridge, Zhang Fei couldn't help but mutter to himself: "According to plan, there should be bandits arriving around this time. But why isn't there even a shadow of a single Yellow Turban rebel? Is it that Gao Fei's kid doesn't want me to get credit, deliberately putting me here to watch from the sidelines?"

  "No way! I'm going to kill the enemy!" Zhang Fei couldn't wait any longer, holding his 8-foot-long spear and mounting his horse. At the same time, he shouted to the soldiers behind him, "All of you stand up and follow me to kill the enemy!"

  "Sir, the enemy soldiers have not arrived yet, where are we going to fight?" The soldiers behind him were looking around in confusion.

  Zhang Fei raised his whip and lashed it at the soldier who had spoken, scolding: "Here I am your superior, you shut up! You all have to listen to me, anyone who doesn't will be killed! All of you get up, follow me in a charge, and slaughter those bandits!"

  The soldiers heard the shouting and killing sounds on Niutou Ridge, but it was calm and peaceful on their side. The long-hidden hot blood immediately surged up, the cavalry mounted their horses, the infantry adjusted their armor, and quickly gathered together from under a hillside.

  "Listen up, everyone! The enemy is on Niutou Ridge. Anyone who dares to retreat even half a step will be killed by me personally!" Zhang Fei's anxiety grew even more intense as he heard the chaotic noise from over there, his heart racing with excitement.

  "Promise!"

  "Charge!" Zhang Fei led the way on horseback, and his troops charged up Niutou Ridge.

  But just as he rushed halfway up the mountain, he heard a series of miserable cries behind him, and a shout for killing suddenly came from behind. He hastily turned his head, and in the reflection of the firelight, he didn't know where so many Yellow Turbans had killed, and they surrounded him from all sides. He looked around in a circle, fixed his eyes on a general among the Yellow Turban thieves, who was actually Zhang Bao. His face lit up with joy, and he opened his throat to shout loudly: "Make way for Grandpa Zhang!"

  Zhang Fei's thunderous roar was indeed extraordinary, like a clap of thunder. He turned his horse around and rushed down the mountain slope, shouting "Zhang Bao, come to your death!" in a loud voice, scaring away both the Han soldiers and the bandits who were passing by, all of whom hastily made way for him on either side, not daring to block his path.

  Before he had finished speaking, Zhang Fei was like a fierce tiger leaping into the flock of sheep. His eight-foot-long spear shook constantly, its tip lightly flashing before the faces of the Yellow Turbans, and wherever it passed, more corpses immediately appeared, their fresh blood gushing out unceasingly from the bodies that had fallen to the ground.

  Zhang Bao was originally following the route pointed out by Guan Yu, but he was afraid of being ambushed, so he held back and watched from a distance as the camp on the other side caught fire. After a while, he estimated that the enemy's forces had been drawn in sufficiently, and just as he was about to take action, he saw the government troops who were lying in ambush on both sides of the road charge forward. He was startled and immediately ordered his troops to attack from behind.

  At this time, Zhang Bao was still commanding the Yellow Turbans behind him to charge forward bravely, but he saw a black man holding only one long spear advancing unimpeded, and the loud shouting also intimidated his heart, making him have three points of intention before fighting. Before the black man rushed over, he hastily turned around, shouted "Retreat", and galloped out towards the back under the protection of his personal guards.

  The Yellow Turbans, who were fighting desperately on the front line, suddenly heard Zhang Bao's order and their morale was instantly deflated. They turned around to find that Zhang Bao had already disappeared, and they immediately scattered in all directions. Moreover, they could not withstand Zhang Fei's charge, and were counterattacked by the government troops led by Zhang Fei...