My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 23 The Manifestation of a God
The strong wind made the banner that read "Great Teacher of Virtue" flutter loudly. On the carriage, Zhang Jiao's expression remained unchanged, while Tian Feng stood behind him, standing on tiptoe and gazing at the chaotic battlefield.

“Great Master, He Yi’s troops need support. The cavalry is blocked, so we must send another army,” Tian Feng said.

Zhang Jiao nodded and gave an order. The yellow banner waved, and the central army dispatched two thousand armored Yellow Turban warriors to support He Yi.

The two thousand fresh troops quickly stabilized the retreating lines and even pushed the Han army back. However, the Han army soon dispatched a reserve force to support them and pushed the lines forward again.

The two sides fought back and forth around a low wall of corpses, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

At this moment, a horn sounded from the central army of the Han army, the command flags waved, and the Han army on the right flank let out a huge cheer of victory, and then marched forward amidst the dust.

“Those are Dong Zhuo’s men. Dong Zhuo is incredibly strong, shrewd, and resourceful.” Tian Feng pursed his lips, somewhat nervous. “His troops often fight against the Qiang and Xianbei people, and are quite elite. They are not easy to deal with.”

He was afraid that Zhang Jiao might underestimate Dong Zhuo because he hadn't heard of his reputation, so he gave him a warning.

In reality, Zhang Jiao would never underestimate Dong Zhuo. A general who could be valued by Huangfu Song and lead a single battle must have extraordinary talent.

He ordered Huang Shao to lead his troops forward to engage Dong Zhuo's forces, ensuring that Dong Zhuo would not have the opportunity to attack the central army.

Huang Shao accepted the order and led several thousand Yellow Turban soldiers to block Dong Zhuo. As soon as the battle began, Tian Feng keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Dong Zhuo's soldiers should be stronger than Cao Cao's troops, but they seem to be avoiding battle!"

"I understand. Dong Zhuo ultimately can't bear to part with his core troops from Liangzhou. Great Teacher, look, the soldiers at the very front of his army are clearly not as elite as Fu Xie's troops; they must be conscripted soldiers from various commanderies and kingdoms. Meanwhile, his Liangzhou troops are placed at the rear, only occasionally firing arrows."

Reminded by Tian Feng, Zhang Jiao also noticed this point, and a thought immediately arose in his mind: "Even without the descent of the Yellow Heaven Saint Venerable, if my Yellow Heaven Way of Peace is defeated, the Han court will not be able to hold out for many years before collapsing..."

In this decisive battle that determined the fate of the Han Empire, even Dong Zhuo dared to harbor ulterior motives and secretly slack off. It is conceivable that all the military leaders with any power in the world were watching the situation closely.

Once they determine that the Han court lacks the strength to suppress the entire realm, a situation of regional division and warlord infighting will likely immediately follow.

Tian Feng observed that Dong Zhuo was slacking off, and Huangfu Song, a veteran general, naturally noticed it as well, but he was helpless. After all, Dong Zhuo had indeed dutifully sent troops to fight, but he had simply placed the troops from the commanderies and kingdoms on the front lines against the enemy.

If this is used to accuse Dong Zhuo, he could easily explain that he was using the troops of the commanderies and kingdoms to wear down the Yellow Turban Army, and then, once the Yellow Turban Army was exhausted, he would lead his elite Liangzhou army to defeat them in one battle.

Huangfu Song snorted coldly, a surge of displeasure rising within him for Dong Zhuo. He thought to himself, 'Another wolf in sheep's clothing. If I ever have the chance, I will surely kill him!'

He observed the situation. Cao Cao's troops on the left flank had the advantage, scattering the Yellow Turban cavalry and causing heavy casualties. Dong Zhuo's troops on the right flank were entangled with the enemy, fighting fiercely and evenly. Fu Xie's troops at the front suffered the most, with Han soldiers and Yellow Turban soldiers falling forever every moment, but they still gained the upper hand.

Apart from the unmoved central army, the Han army had already secured victory on the entire battlefield. They were just waiting for the enemy to collapse in any of the three formations, at which point the Han army could achieve a crushing victory or push forward with the central army to defeat the Yellow Turban army in one fell swoop.

Huangfu Song was unusually caught in a moment of hesitation.

In the past, if he had encountered such a situation, he would have already committed all of his central army to overwhelm the enemy, except for the reserve force that he always kept. But now he dared not be so reckless.

Because… “Huangtian Shengzun!” he murmured.

Faced with such an unfavorable situation, Zhang Jiao on the other side remained completely calm, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who had been fighting and retreating did not collapse. Huangfu Song could only think of the legendary immortals who walked on dust as the reason for all this.

Lu Zhi saw the hesitation in Huangfu Song's heart and did not speak. If he were the commander of all the armies, he would not know what to do now, whether he should send all the central army. So he kept quiet and stared intently at the tall Guangzong City.

He believed that if any dramatic reversal occurred on the battlefield, it must be related to the "Zhonghuang Taiyi God" who was still in Guangzong City!
After a moment's thought, Huangfu Song finally made his decision: "Opportunity knocks but once; a general must be decisive and ruthless!"

He suddenly drew his sword from his waist and shouted, "All troops, advance!"

An even more awe-inspiring drumbeat resounded, and the Han army's central banner slowly advanced under the watchful eyes of countless people. Huge cheers erupted from several large formations of the Han army, greatly boosting their morale!

Tian Feng suddenly tensed up; he knew the decisive moment had arrived!

The fate of the Han Dynasty depends on who will emerge victorious in the upcoming battle!
He turned his head to look at Zhang Jiao, whose face remained as calm as a still lake, but whose breathing gradually slowed down and whose aged eyes became sharp.

"Move out!" He took a deep breath and gave the order.

With flags flying high, messengers galloped through the ranks of the army, and the Yellow Turban central army was like a sleeping machine suddenly awakened, slowly beginning to move.

The soldiers wiped their weapons clean one last time and advanced step by step on the orders of their generals. Each of them was expressionless, not daring to look back or glance around, only staring at the back of the head of the person in front of them, their hearts pounding.

huh~
An eagle soared across the azure sky, stretching its wings with ease, then looked down with a puzzled expression at the vast plains where two surging rivers collided violently!
boom--!
The terrifying sound waves, formed by thousands of loud noises, exploded across the plains. It was the violent collision of shields, the cracking sound of blades striking iron-clad wooden shields, the dull thud of spears piercing flesh, and the shrill screams of countless soldiers dying.

The battlefield instantly became several times more brutal, everyone went mad with greed, and the air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood, the cold smell of rust, and the heavy stench of sweat mixed with blood...

Surrounded by such a cruel and bloody battlefield, Tian Feng's face turned slightly pale. In particular, the chaotic battle between the two armies lasted for less than a quarter of an hour, and the Yellow Turban Army's lines were slowly retreating, which startled him.

Huangfu Song, who was commanding the Han army to charge, became increasingly excited. A resounding victory was just around the corner, and he was about to make an unparalleled contribution, turn the tide, and save the collapsing empire!
The vast world will eventually be pacified in his hands; he will become the savior of the Han Empire!
However, before he could rejoice for long, a huge sound of prayer and cheers suddenly erupted from Guangzong City.

“That is…” Huangfu Song’s expression suddenly changed, and he looked up at the top of Guangzong City.

"The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, the year is Jiazi, and the world is blessed!!!"

Amidst the surging, ocean-like shouts, a young man adorned with jade and wearing a cloud-patterned Taoist robe appeared on the city tower. His eyes were clear, yet seemed somewhat aloof. He slightly raised his right hand, his slender fingers tapping the air, and a dazzling golden light burst forth from his fingertips.

Rumble!
Loud noises came from underground...

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