Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 54: The Yellow Turban Camp Roars
Sun Jian held the horse spear in his hand, and the moment the tip of the spear lifted up He Man's body, a hot and fishy blood mist sprayed out in the night.

He exerted force suddenly and swung the spear tip. The broken body was like a puppet with its strings cut, smashing towards the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers with a fierce force, causing them to howl miserably.

At this time, several camps in the distance were ablaze with fire. Black smoke, mixed with flying sparks, rushed towards the sky like a surging black dragon, dyeing the originally overcast night sky into a strange dark red. The jumping flames danced wantonly in the night sky, reflecting the battlefield of this brutal fight.

Before the raid, Sun Jian divided his cavalry into two teams.

He led 800 Tunqi and 2,000 Sanhe Knights to rush towards this Yellow Turban camp, while Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan led 1,800 left and right Yulin cavalry and 2,000 Sanhe Knights to launch a swift attack on another Yellow Turban camp.

Judging from the flames and noises in the distance, it was obvious that Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan were making quite smooth progress.

"Master Qu is dead!"

"General Yasha is dead, run away!"

The exclamations of He Man's personal guards drew Sun Jian's gaze from the distant fire back to the present. He looked down at the corpse that had just been picked up, and found that the man in front of him had a hideous and ugly face, but the ring-handled sword at his waist seemed to be quite sophisticated, and he looked like a leader of the Yellow Turbans.

But the war was urgent at the moment, and Sun Jian had no time to identify carefully. He immediately ordered his guards to chop off He Man's head, and then led his troops to rush towards the next Yellow Turban camp.

The sound of fighting was deafening and lasted until midnight, and all the Yellow Turban camps were in chaos.

For the Yellow Turban Army, who ate simple food and rarely ate meat, night vision was poor, with almost complete darkness. Even with the flickering firelight in the camp, they could only barely see nearby objects.

When they suddenly heard shouts of "enemy attack", their already fragile psychological defenses collapsed in an instant.

For a time, even without the Han army's surprise attack, the Yellow Turban Army was already in chaos, with soldiers pushing and trampling on each other, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Camp roar is the situation that most fears famous generals in ancient and modern times.

Faced with this chaotic and disorderly camp roar, the commanders in the other camps could only sigh in helplessness. No one dared to stand up to stop it. After all, if they were not careful, they might even be accidentally trampled to death by their own people in the camp roar.

Upon hearing the news of the incident, Bo Cai, who was in the main camp, quickly rushed to the baggage camp with his personal guards. Along the way, he saw the soldiers being trampled to death by their own people, and a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes.

He had no sympathy for these people, only endless anger in his heart.

These soldiers could have played a role in the upcoming siege, but now they are in chaos and trampling on each other. What a bunch of idiots!
Suddenly, Bo Cai raised his sword and chopped down a Yellow Turban soldier who was trying to take refuge in the baggage camp. He then shouted sternly, "Everyone stop! No one is allowed to enter the baggage camp without the order of our commander!"

"Everyone, form a formation outside. Do not run away, or you will be killed without mercy!"

Bo Cai's reputation for brutality played a role at this time. He and hundreds of his personal guards successively chopped down more than 20 Yellow Turban soldiers who tried to attack the baggage camp.

Looking at the bloody blades in their hands, the panicked Yellow Turban soldiers finally calmed down.

Seeing that this place seemed relatively safe, the soldiers who had been fleeing everywhere gathered towards the baggage camp.

"Go and defend the camp gate. If the enemy rushes in and burns all the food, you will all starve to death!"

"Or do you think you can surrender and flee back to your hometown? Do you think the government will forgive you, a group of people who have rebelled?" "I don't know if the Great God Huang Tian and the Great Sage Master can save your lives, but if you obey my orders, most of you can survive!"

Bo Cai's roars hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, gradually calming their panicked hearts.

These words made the Yellow Turban soldiers involuntarily recall the miserable life they lived when they were oppressed by the government and the gentry. Thinking about the exhilaration of looting in recent days, the fierce camp roar slowly subsided.

"General Daqu, what you just said...wasn't it appropriate?"

A personal guard glanced at Bo Cai cautiously, shrank his head, and asked in a trembling voice.

He is a loyal believer of Taiping Dao and firmly believes that the Great Sage Master is the representative of the Great God Huang Tian, ​​a god who has come to earth to save them and eliminate all suffering in the world.

But Bo Cai's words just now to stabilize the army's morale undoubtedly questioned the great power of the Yellow Sky God and the Great Sage Master.

Bo Cai glanced at him coldly, and without hesitation chopped him to the ground with a knife. Looking at the guard's confused face, still twitching in pain on the ground, he couldn't help but sneer.

"You are so pious to your Great God Huang Tian and the Great Sage Master. Do you think they can stop me from killing you?"

Bo Cai's eyes were icy, sweeping across the other guards like frost. He said indifferently, "If anyone still thinks what I said is wrong, you can try to see if the mighty power of the Great God Huang Tian and the Great Sage Master can save you from death."

Bo Cai was very clear in his mind. He never believed in the Taiping Dao, let alone the so-called "Golden Age of Prosperity" mentioned by the Great Sage Master!
He only believes in himself and the sharp blade in his hand!
Was the reason why he was chosen by Zhang Jue to be the general of the Taiping Dao in Yuzhou just because he shouted slogans louder than others?

That was due to his extraordinary martial arts and extraordinary courage!

Not far away, the sky in the east began to turn pale. Sun Jian and his companions, who had broken through six camps in succession, came to the outside of Bo Cai's camp. Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers who were already lined up at the camp gate, they hesitated for a moment and finally did not choose to charge.

The cavalry and horses were all exhausted after fighting all night. Although they didn't know the defense strength of Bo Cai's camp, at least they were able to organize a group of soldiers to defend, so they thought the defense strength would not be too weak.

"That's all."

Sun Jian did not rush forward just because he was in a hurry to kill. Instead, he pulled the reins, looked at the big flag with the word "wave" on it, turned his horse around and chose to retreat.

He still understood the principle that a spent crossbow cannot pierce a thin silk cloth. They had won a great victory in this battle, and it might not be good to add unnecessary details at this moment.

"I am Sun Jian, the cavalry captain of my family. My men, come closer to me!"

Sun Jian roared loudly, his voice like thunder, and at the same time ordered the retreat of the troops to be sounded, and several whistling arrows were shot into the sky in succession.

Soon, Sun Jian joined forces with Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan, and the entire cavalry retreated in an orderly manner towards the west like a tide.

Only when the sound of the Han cavalry's hooves could no longer be heard did Bo send his men to the other camps to gather up the remaining soldiers and generals and count the losses.

After issuing several orders in succession, Bo Cai sat on the slope, sniffing the burning smell brought by the morning breeze blowing across the battlefield. He watched a charred "Huangtian" flag blown into his hand by the wind, and an unknown meaning flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)