Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 47: Wentai breaks through the formation and wins the first battle!
The autumn sky was a brilliant blue, a few white clouds drifting leisurely, and the golden sunlight poured down unreservedly on the earth. In the fields, withered yellow grass swayed gently in the breeze, and fallen red leaves swirled and fell.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Sun Jian couldn't help but feel a little emotional. If it weren't for the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he might have asked for leave and brought his wife and children here to play for a few days.

"Hey!"

On the small mound, the Ferghana horse given by the crown prince under Sun Jian's crotch neighed and stamped its hooves excitedly, creating a bowl-sized hole in the yellow earth beneath its feet.

Sun Jian lowered his eyes to look at the inconspicuous black iron sheet on the horse's hoof, and stroked the newly wrapped tanned cowhide on the reins with his palm, his heart full of admiration for the Crown Prince's wonderful ideas.

On the eve of the oath-taking ceremony, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent this small piece of iron and nailed it under the horses' hooves. During the march, the horses could walk on it as if it were flat ground. The gravel that they had to avoid in the past could now be crushed by a single hoof without hurting the horses' legs.

With this thing called "horseshoe", the loss rate of war horses can be reduced by at least 30%.

And the thing called "double stirrups" is even more amazing.

As early as when Emperor Xiaowu of the Western Han Dynasty led his troops to conquer the Xiongnu, the Han cavalry had invented a tool using cloth strips as stirrups, but its function was not to stabilize the body on the horse, but to make it easier for the cavalry to mount the horse.

The prince's ingenuity led him to use double stirrups to help the cavalry stabilize their horses, which was simply a masterpiece of ingenuity.

Sun Jian thought, with these two things, the 800 cavalrymen under his Cavalry Captain's command would be enough to defeat the enemy army!
However, since the prince has sent out several troops, he must have his considerations. Even if the prince is nervous because it is his first time commanding a battle and misjudges the enemy's strength, what's the harm?
Behind Sun Jian, the cavalry commander named Cheng Pu called out, "Wentai, it's time to move."

Looking up, the word "yellow" dyed with coarse linen was torn into a ferocious shape by the wind. Sun Jian narrowed his tiger eyes slightly and said, "Tunqi boy!"

Sun Jian held the reins in one hand, his eyes under the tiger-head helmet fixed on the Yellow Turban flag fluttering in the distance. He lightly kicked the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch neighed and raised its front hooves, and then galloped down the slope.

"Tunqierlang!"

Eight hundred cavalrymen responded to the order and the sound of their horses' hooves hitting the ground was like thunder rolling across the wilderness.

In front of the Yellow Turban formation, the leading Yellow Turban general was riding on a horse wearing leather armor. He was Huang Ping, the younger brother of the Yellow Turban leader Huang Shao. His knuckles were already white as he gripped the reins.

He clearly saw a meteor falling from a high slope, and when he looked more closely, the meteor had transformed into a ferocious cavalry.

Just as he was about to order the formation of resistance, a red lightning bolt had already rushed into the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

No, that was not lightning, but a Han soldier wearing a red cloak and riding a red horse. His lance reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

"My men, follow me and dig through!"

The battle cry that burst out from Sun Jian's throat scared away the clouds. His eyes were as sharp as torches. He waved his lance and knocked down four people in succession without slowing down. He took the lead and charged towards the "yellow" flag. His momentum was truly as powerful as a tiger.

Behind him were four brave generals named Cheng Pu, Han Dang, Huang Gai and Zu Mao, and then came the eight hundred cavalrymen, who roared in unison, their spears flashing with cold light, and stabbed at the Yellow Turban Army in unison, throwing people and horses to the ground wherever they went.

Seeing the powerful force of the Han army, many people fled backwards, throwing away the silk they had looted. Some people tried to resist, swinging their axes wildly, but were knocked away by a warhorse, and their leather armor inlaid with copper nails jingled when they landed.

Suddenly, Sun Jian saw that there was no longer a single Yellow Turban bandit in front of him. He then realized that he had easily penetrated the enemy formation with just one charge. He raised his lance, which was still dripping with blood, high in the air and shouted, "Break through!"

"Breaking through!"

The cheers surged, and the cavalry behind him cheered in unison. However, Sun Jian did not launch a second assault. He simply led his troops to the periphery of the battlefield, chasing down the fleeing soldiers. He glanced at the Yellow Turbans wailing in the center of the battlefield, leaving the opportunity for his other comrades.

Seeing that Sun Jian broke through so easily, Cao Ren on the left wing and Xiahou Yuan on the right wing became anxious and rushed into the crowd like arrows.

The 1,800 Yu Lin cavalrymen raised clouds of dust like yellow dragons soaring into the sky, swept across the battlefield like sickles, and crushed the fleeing soldiers with their iron hooves.

When the smoke and dust cleared, there was no trace of the Yellow Turban bandits resisting in an organized manner. Only Huang Ping was standing on his horse, roaring, veins bulging on his forehead, waving a command flag in his left hand, and drawing his sword with his right hand to kill a deserter in an attempt to stop the soldiers' rout.

The sound of air being cut by a sharp object suddenly reached Huang Ping's ears, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look forward.

Not far away, the heavily armored infantrymen of the Infantry Captain's Division marched forward in unison, killing each of the seriously wounded Yellow Turban bandits with a single sword, and then beheaded the stubborn stragglers one by one.

Huang Zhong looked at Huang Ping who was trying to turn the tide and said to Gao Shun with a smile, "Look, I'm going to shoot that guy holding the flag with his left hand!"

By the time Huang Ping reacted, he saw a goose-feather arrow flying past his ear and piercing his left hand holding the flag.

Huang Zhong put away the three-stone strong bow in his hand and took out another one-stone bow. The archers of Shesheng Captain's unit fired at the gathering place of the Yellow Turban bandits, creating a brief period of darkness.

However, little effect has been achieved.

"Ugh."

Huang Zhong sighed. If his men weren't all archers, he wouldn't even bother shooting arrows.

When Sun Wentai broke through the moth thieves' formation, they were completely defeated and there was no need for anyone else to join the battle.

Gao Shun on the side didn't care at all and killed every Yellow Turban bandit he saw in their path.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Huang Zhong simply led his troops to the carts. Looking at the dozens of women covered in dust and crying, he couldn't help but feel pity. At the same time, he became more and more disgusted with these Yellow Turban bandits who robbed the people.

Huang Zhong casually picked up his bow and arrow, drew his bow and shot three fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers, and then ordered the carts and women to be sent to the army to wait for the prince to be settled.

Soon, the battlefield became completely quiet.

The more than 3,000 Yellow Turban bandits had already turned into corpses all over the ground. No one was shown mercy or accepted surrender.

It is really ironic that the traitor Zhang Jue, who called himself "the Great Sage Teacher", advocated people to do good and claimed to save the world, but his subordinates robbed the people and raped women here.

Moreover, this is the first battle commanded by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and he is facing bandits who plunder the people. He must go all out and show no mercy.

As for the large flag with the word "yellow" on it, it was already in tatters and dyed ochre red with blood, and soaked in horse urine, it took on a strange purple-blue color.

Sun Jian stopped his horse and put away his spear. The horseshoe forged by the prince was reflecting the setting sun, emitting a cold light amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This object is only an inch square, but when it is nailed to the horse's hoof, it is like wedging an iron block that supports the sky and the earth under the sky of the Han Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)