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

On the eve of dawn.

On Changshe City.

Huangfu Song, dressed in armor and a cloak, was followed by Fu Xie and Huangfu Li.

Behind him were hundreds of soldiers dressed in black.

Due to food shortages and malnutrition, most ordinary soldiers and civilians suffer from night blindness.

It's difficult to see your surroundings after dark without any firelight.

However, the hundred or so people gathered behind Huangfu Song at this time were not ordinary soldiers, but Huangfu Song's personal guards.

These guards were composed of people from the same hometown and their cronies, and they received much better treatment than ordinary soldiers.

They can also be described as elite.

This is a group of men that every military commander must have by his side.

At crucial moments, it can have a decisive effect.

Even if they cannot turn the tide of the battle, these people are the absolute force and manpower to protect the general and help him break through the encirclement.

Tonight, Huangfu Song will use his elite troops to rewrite the situation of being besieged in Changshe.

Hundreds of guards were dressed in black robes, bound with ropes made of withered grass and vines.

The dawn before sunrise was unusually dark.

The bonfires that the Yellow Turban rebels had lit all night outside the city were gradually dimming, leaving only flickering lights.

Huangfu Song turned his head and glanced at the guards behind him, as well as the soldiers who had now climbed onto the city wall.

"Everyone split into four groups and slipped through the gaps between the bandit camps."

"Then, at the agreed time, the fires will be lit simultaneously. Once the fires are lit, you will start shouting from all four directions."

"Those who succeed will be rewarded with 30,000 coins and promoted one rank," Huangfu Song said in a low voice.

The guards behind him bowed and answered in hushed tones.

Then Huangfu Song looked at Protector-General Fu Xie and his nephew Huangfu Li.

"After the fire starts, the two of you should each occupy one side of the city wall, light fires on the wall and shout in response to each other, you must make a big splash."

"As soon as it gets a little light, I will lead my troops to charge into Bo Cai's central army, while you will open the city gates and rush out."

"only!"

Fu Xie and Huangfu Li clasped their hands in response.

"Go!"

"The action begins!"

Huangfu Song gave the order.

Then the guards behind him began to disperse.

After the hundred or so people dispersed to the surrounding areas, they began to descend towards the city using ropes that had been prepared in advance, and carrying flammable incendiary devices on their backs.

Huangfu Song stood on the city wall, his hands resting on the battlements.

Below the west gate, hundreds of cavalrymen and thousands of infantrymen were ready and waiting, all inside the west gate.

Time flew by, second by second.

The darkness before dawn shrouded the earth.

There was no sound of wind, only the occasional chirping of insects and calls of birds from who-knows-where.

A tense atmosphere hung over every corner of Changshe County on the eve of the great battle.

The soldiers in the city, clutching their weapons, were filled with trepidation.

Huangfu Song, standing atop the city wall, also had a furrowed brow.

Victory or defeat hinges on this battle.

If we lose, even if we are not killed by the bandits, we will certainly be dismissed from our posts, stripped of our titles, and escorted to Luoyang.

Huangfu Song's brows were furrowed, and his eyes shone with a hard, iron-like gaze.

"I will absolutely not fail!"

Huangfu Song's voice was deep.

The Huangfu family had served as generals for generations.

His father was the governor of Yanmen Commandery, his uncle was the General Who Crossed the Liao River, his grandfather was the Commandant of Fufeng, and his great-grandfather was also the General Who Crossed the Liao River.

The Huangfu family has served as generals for generations, achieving numerous military exploits.

Huangfu Song came from a prestigious family and was well-versed in military strategy.

Is it possible...

"Could it be that I'm not as good as him?" Huangfu Song narrowed his eyes.

The "he" here naturally refers to Duan Yu.

Duan Yu was in Liangzhou, and so was he.

Today, people all over the world compare Duan Yu to the Three Bright Ones of Liangzhou.

He was with Zhang Huan, Duan Jiong, and his uncle Huangfu Gui.

Huangfu Song was not convinced.

Duan Yu was just a junior, even younger than him.

He has only won two battles, so why should he be compared with his uncle Huangfu Gui and the Huangfu clan?

To put it bluntly, what is Duan Yu's identity?

However, he only made a leap forward by marrying Dong Zhuo's daughter.

Let alone Duan Yu, even Dong Zhuo of the Dong clan of Longxi was nothing compared to the Huangfu clan; he was merely a powerful figure in a border region.

But now everyone compares Duan Yu to the Three Bright Ones of Liangzhou, and to the Huangfu Clan.

Even when he took office as the governor of Beidi Commandery last year, Grand Commandant Yang Ci talked about Duan Yu in eight out of ten sentences during their conversation.

Tell him to pay attention to Duan Yu.

Let him find a way to restrain Duan Yu.

Let him observe Duan Yu.

There was even a suggestion to have him learn from Duan Yu.

Why?

His family, the Huangfu clan, held official positions with a salary of two thousand shi (a unit of grain).

Duan Yu was nothing more than a nobody who rose to power through sheer luck.

He is not dissatisfied.

Instead, it was disdain.

He, a member of the prestigious Huangfu clan, was to be reduced to a mere background figure for someone who rose to power through marriage.

The last vestiges of night before dawn enveloped the earth.

The Yellow Turban army camp of hundreds of thousands outside Changshe City was like a ferocious beast in the night, besieging the city.

Huangfu Song stood on the city wall, watching the fire that suddenly ignited behind the Yellow Turban rebel camp.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

As the flames grew larger and spread from all directions, Huangfu Song gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with one hand.

brush.

The sword is unsheathed.

"ignition!"

With a loud shout from Huangfu Song, countless torches were lit on the walls of Changshe City.

Immediately following this was the loud shouting of the soldiers and civilians in the city.

"My lads, follow me down from the city."

"Now is the time to make a name for yourself and achieve great things!"

Huangfu Song quickly walked down from the city wall.

At this time, the Yellow Turban army's camps surrounding Changshe from all four directions outside the city were in chaos.

On the horizon, a sliver of dawn light appeared, dispelling the last vestiges of darkness before daybreak.

This seemed to foreshadow the first horn of a counterattack for Chosha, which had been besieged for nearly a month.

"Open the door!"

Huangfu Song, who had descended from the city wall, shouted loudly from his horse.

As the west gate of Changshe opened, Huangfu Song took the lead, charging out of Changshe with the elite cavalry of the five Northern Army schools.

At that moment, all the soldiers in the city rushed out of the city.

Victory or defeat depends on this.

Huangfu Song has already staked his entire fortune.

..........

Outside Changshe County.

Inside Bo Caide's central command tent.

Bo, who was sleeping soundly with a beautiful woman in his arms, was awakened by a loud shout.

"General, General, something terrible has happened! The Han army has broken out of the city!"

The Yellow Turban warriors outside the camp shouted.

Bo, who was in the middle of a sleep, suddenly sat up.

I was still a little confused when I opened my eyes.

But the shouts and noises from the surroundings quickly snapped Bo Cai out of his daze.

Bo Cai, completely naked, got up, picked up the precious sword hanging to the side, grabbed the scattered yellow robe on the ground, and hurriedly put it on before rushing out of the tent.

"What happened?"

"what's the situation!"

Bo Cai asked as he rushed out of the central command tent.

The Yellow Turban warrior pointed towards Changshe City and said, "General, the Han army from Changshe has attacked, and our rear camp is on fire."

Bo Cai, a tall and strong man in his thirties with a face full of fat, frowned as he listened to the shouts of battle in the distance and saw the firelight all around him.

But Bo Cai didn't care.

"What are you shouting about? What are you making a scene for?"

"There are only about ten thousand soldiers garrisoning this city, what can they do?"

Bo Cai shouted angrily, "Immediately send orders to the commanders of the four main camps, instructing them to hold their positions."

"Furthermore, gather the elite troops of my headquarters. I want to see if this brat Huangfu has the skills of his uncle's generation."

"Bring me the horse, Your Majesty..."

"General, something terrible has happened! General, two more Han armies have attacked from our rear. Their numbers are unknown, but judging from their banners, they seem to be Zhu Jun, whom you defeated before."

Before Bo Caide could finish speaking, another Yellow Turban warrior ran up to him to deliver the message.

Zhu Jun?

Bo was taken aback.

Attack from front and back?

"Humph."

Bo Cai snorted coldly and said, "A defeated general dares to come and die."

"Ignore Zhu Jun in the rear and focus all your efforts on killing Huangfu Song."

"After dealing with Huangfu Song, we'll deal with that defeated general."