Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

When Duan Yu led his 5,000 cavalry, which split into three groups and charged directly at the Yellow Turban army camp outside Dong'e County, the entire Yellow Turban army camp was instantly thrown into chaos.

The camp of tens of thousands of people was like boiling water.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, wearing yellow turbans on their heads, ran wildly in all directions towards the outside of the camp.

The vast majority of the remaining people were crowded together.

Inside a large tent in the very center of the camp.

Several Yellow Turban leaders who had just been inside the tent hurriedly ran out of the tent with their swords.

The leader was a Yellow Turban army chieftain who was about thirty years old and wore a yellowish-brown robe with a suit of armor over it.

"General, it's cavalry! It's cavalry!"

Standing behind Bu Si, Xiao Shuai Zhang Bo nervously looked at the dust rising around the camp.

Although it was impossible to see what the scene outside the camp was like, the thunderous hooves and the dust kicked up were enough to prove that a cavalry force had arrived.

"So what if they're cavalry? What's the panic!"

Bu Si said without any fear, "We have tens of thousands of people!"

"Pass down the order: everyone must hold their ground and not come out. I don't believe they can break through."

"If they dare to charge, shoot them with arrows and kill them."

As he spoke, Bu Si looked behind him.

Standing behind Bu Si were several minor leaders of the Yellow Turban Army, as well as a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's robe.

This man was named Wang Du, and he came from the Wang clan of Taiyuan. He was originally the county magistrate of Dong'e County.

A few days ago, Bu Si led the Yellow Turban Army to sweep across Dongjun.

In the surrounding counties, officials either fled or surrendered their entire cities.

Wang Du was naturally afraid of being killed after the city fell.

The garrison in Dong'e County numbered less than a thousand.

The Yellow Turban Army numbered in the tens of thousands.

"Mr. Wang, are there still so many cavalry in Dongjun?" Bu Si asked, turning to look at Wang Du.

Wang Du stood on tiptoe, looking around the camp, and said thoughtfully, "That shouldn't be the case. There shouldn't be such a large force of cavalry in Dongjun."

"These cavalrymen are very likely a large army sent from Luoyang."

"Oh?"

Bu Si raised an eyebrow, then chuckled and said, "It is said that the Right General Zhu Jun led 20,000 troops, but they were defeated by the army of Commander Bo Cai in just one encounter."

"The number of cavalry outside doesn't look like it could be more than 20,000."

"Perhaps this is the same Han army that Commander Bocai defeated."

Bu Si laughed and waved his sleeve, saying, "Brothers, don't panic, these Han soldiers are all easy targets."

"Let them be arrogant for now. Once their horses are tired, we'll go out and steal their warhorses."

Wang Du's words, along with Bu Si's, calmed the surrounding Yellow Turban army leaders somewhat.

however.

Just as Wang Du was about to say something...

A large character on a banner, faintly visible through the dust and smoke as it drew near, caught Wang Du's attention.

The cavalrymen charging ahead carried battle flags in their hands.

The spearheads on the battle flag gleamed coldly.

The large characters on the flag became increasingly clear.

Wang Du rubbed his eyes.

At first glance, I thought I was seeing things.

However, after Wang Du checked again, he found that he had not made a mistake.

段！

The large banner was covered with black characters that spelled out "section".

Upon seeing the flag, Wang Du was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly.

"What a disaster!"

"What a disaster!"

Wang Du suddenly shouted two sentences as if he had gone mad.

Bu Si turned around and frowned at Wang Du: "Mr. Wang, what trouble have you mentioned?"

“Yes… yes…”

"He's here!"

"It's him!" Wang Du pointed to the cavalry in the distance.

"Who?" Bu Si frowned as he looked at Wang Du. "What did Mr. Wang say?"

"Who is he?"

The chieftains around Bu Si also looked at Wang Du, who was panicked and looked terrified.

How come Wang Du was perfectly fine a moment ago, but then suddenly seems to have seen a ghost?

"It's him, it's him!"

"It must be him!" Wang Du exclaimed in horror, his eyes wide as if he had lost his mind. "It's Duan Yu! Duan Yu is here!"

Duan Yu!

When Wang Du said that name.

The wind around us seemed to stop all at once.

The battle flags that were fluttering in the wind around the main tent just a second ago suddenly drooped and stuck to the flagpole.

"Duan Yu?" Bu Si frowned and said, "That peerless tiger general?"

Wang Du nodded in alarm.

Wang Du came from the Wang clan of Taiyuan, so he naturally knew Duan Yu very well.

“Mr. Wang…you’re exaggerating a bit. It’s just Duan Yu.” Bu Si said fearlessly, “He just won two battles, nothing to worry about.”

Wang Du stared in horror at the black battle flag waving in the distance.

Two victories?

What a joke.

The people of Yanzhou have no idea how powerful Duan Yu is.

But how could Wang Du not know this?

Last year, it only took a few months.

Duan Yu then suppressed 100,000 Western Qiang in Liangzhou.

The common people naturally couldn't know these things, but Wang Du, as a court official, was certainly aware of them, not to mention that he came from the Wang clan of Taiyuan.

What does 100,000 Western Qiang mean?

Duan Jiong spent ten years in Liangzhou, and he only killed less than 60,000 to 70,000 Qiang people.

Duan Yu only took three months.

If it hadn't been winter, Duan Yu could have killed even more.

The Yellow Turban Army currently numbers in the tens of thousands.

But this is not on the same level as the Qiang people who are entrenched in Liangzhou.

The so-called Yellow Turban Army was mostly just ordinary people and refugees who had taken up farming tools.

How could they possibly contend with Duan Yu's Liangzhou army?

With his legs trembling, Wang Du's mind went completely blank.

Before Bu Si could say anything...

Right at the very front of everyone's tent.

Countless Yellow Turban soldiers ran frantically toward them, as if something was driving them from behind.

"What's going on? What's all this chaos? Don't panic! Don't run around!"

Bu Si shouted loudly.

Just as Bu Si finished speaking, a figure like a red cloud appeared directly in front of everyone.

The sun was shining brightly, and sunlight pierced through the clouds.

It struck Duan Yu like a beam of light.

The Crimson Dragon Cloud-Treading Beast appeared as if its entire body was enveloped in flowing flames.

Duan Yu was wearing a set of black armor.

The armor was inlaid with intricate inscriptions with gold thread flowing across it.

The bright red cloak behind him resembled a flowing red ocean.

Behind Duan Yu, all the cavalrymen were clad in iron armor and wielded long spears.

Each person wore a black iron mask, which covered their face but revealed only their eyes.

Those determined gazes carried the chill of November.

He rode only a group of large horses from Liangzhou, each with a shoulder height exceeding seven feet.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the ground, causing sand and gravel to bounce around.

When countless Yellow Turban soldiers were driven away, they were treated like cattle and sheep.

With just one glance, Bu Si and the Yellow Turban army leaders behind him were terrified.

"die!"

With a roar, Duan Yu unleashed an unparalleled gale with the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd in his hand, accompanied by a fierce howl.

In an instant, the numerous Yellow Turban soldiers driven in front of Duan Yu were swept away by the gale, as if they had been washed by a blender.

"this......"

"this......"

"Is this a person?" Bu Si was dumbfounded.

At the same time, Lü Bu and Zhang Xiu, each leading two thousand troops, simultaneously stormed into the camp from the left and right flanks.

Horse-drawn joint venture.

Wielding his halberd, Lü Bu charged left and right, and no one could stop him.

Zhang Xiu's Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix spear was deadly with every shot.

The three groups of cavalry had already surrounded Bu Si and his men's camp.