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

Time flies, and it's already afternoon.

As the sun sets, the sunlight that has hung overhead all day softens a bit.

The first thing the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers who fled from Changshe to the east bank of the Xun River did was to stick their heads into the river and drink it in large gulps.

Despite traveling by carriage, Bo Cai's mouth remained dry throughout the journey.

The Yellow Turban Warriors around him handed two water bags filled with clean water to Bo Cai.

Bo Cai first took a few big gulps of water after unscrewing the cap.

Then he poured it all over his head.

Instantly, the cool sensation washing over his head cleared Bo Cai's somewhat throbbing head considerably.

Bo Cai, who was standing on the carriage, glanced behind him.

In the distance behind, billowing dust could still be faintly seen.

Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song led their cavalry in hot pursuit.

"Quickly, give the order to cross the river, cross the river!"

"Everyone must cross the river before dark."

“Once we cross the river, they won’t dare to pursue us,” Bo Cai said to his adjutant, who was riding beside the carriage.

The lieutenant, who was drinking water from his water pouch, nodded hurriedly, then wiped the water from his mouth and shouted loudly to the Yellow Turban warrior beside him.

What kind of discipline could a hastily assembled army possibly have?

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had been thirsty and running all afternoon, just lay down by the river to drink water.

I couldn't hear the loud urging from behind.

The riverbank is only so long.

Some even got into fights over where to drink water.

Bo Cai, standing on the carriage, frowned upon seeing this scene and pointed towards the river: "Go, drive them across the river, drive them across the river!"

Bo Cai is in a hurry.

If we don't cross now, it will be difficult to cross the river once Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun catch up.

It would be easy for him to escape alone, but if he lost these tens of thousands of troops, he would be all alone.

After Bo Cai gave the order, the Yellow Turban warriors, weapons in hand, began to walk towards the riverbank to drive them away.

Driven by the Yellow Turban warriors, the Yellow Turban army on the riverbank was finally driven towards the opposite bank.

Because there was no time to choose a ferry crossing, they just randomly picked a place to cross the river. The soldiers walked into the river, which was dozens of meters wide, and found that the water was deep enough to reach their waists.

Fortunately, because there were many people, they could hold hands with each other and were not swept away by the swift river.

Even so, some people are still unlucky enough to slip on the rocks and drift downstream.

Tens of thousands of people crowded into the river to begin crossing.

Like a migrating herd of cattle, horses, and sheep.

On the opposite bank of the river is a high slope, behind which is a dense forest.

At this moment, behind the earthen slope.

Squads of soldiers, clad in armor and supported by large shields, crawled on the ground.

There are three rows in total, one in front and one behind.

Further back, there were three rows of sword and shield bearers, each holding a round shield, and another holding a straight sword.

Behind the three rows of swordsmen and shieldmen were densely packed crossbowmen and archers.

It stretched all the way into the woods.

You can't see anything from below the riverbed looking up.

Everyone remained silent, awaiting the order to launch the attack.

After a period of crossing the river, the first group of Yellow Turban soldiers set foot on the land and gravel on the riverbank.

But almost no one rushed to climb onto the riverbed.

Some of them sat down on the spot, panting heavily for the free air they had just escaped from ascension.

Others simply took off their soaked clothes and wrung them out.

Hanoi was still crowded with Yellow Turban soldiers.

Meanwhile, on the east bank, more and more soldiers were seen crossing the river to the other side.

Looking behind him, Bo Cai urged the Yellow Turban Warriors to protect him as they crossed the river.

On the west bank of the Xun River, two Yellow Turban soldiers, holding hands and looking about the same age and even resembling each other in appearance, climbed onto the riverbank.

"Brother, take a rest, I can't walk anymore."

Hu Ji, with his hands on his knees and panting heavily, looked up at his older brother walking ahead.

Hu Shuang immediately shook his head and said, "What are you resting for? Are you out of your mind?"

"Didn't you see there are pursuers behind us?"

"Let's get out of there as much as possible while we can. Once we're away from them, we'll head south."

"We can't stay with them any longer, or we'll be killed by the government troops sooner or later."

As Hu Shuang spoke, she reached out and pulled her younger brother, Hu Ji.

"what?"

Hu Ji was stunned for a moment and said, "Brother, aren't we going with them?"

Hu Shuang shook his head and said, "Go south, only by going south can we survive."

"The imperial army has already arrived in Yuzhou, and there's no telling how many more there are. If we stay here any longer, we'll probably lose our heads."

"Come on, don't rest. Take advantage of the fact that there are fewer people now, or we won't be able to leave once it gets dark."

As he spoke, Hu Shuangbian reached out and pulled his younger brother up to climb onto the riverbed.

Although Hu Ji was unwilling, he had no choice but to obey his brother.

So the two brothers climbed up the riverbed together.

As the two brothers slowly stood up, their hands gripping the mud, preparing to walk down the earthen slope of the riverbed, their four pairs of eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

What followed was a growing sense of dread.

Everywhere the two brothers could see were Han soldiers.

After a moment of stunned silence, the two brothers turned and ran.

However, before the two could jump into the riverbed...

His feet were grabbed from below.

"No...don't kill us..."

puff!

The swords pierced through the chests of the two brothers.

The covered mouth could only make muffled sounds.

Gao Shun, who was lying behind the earthen slope, frowned and looked down into the riverbed.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, no one noticed the two brothers on the chaotic riverbank.

However, more people are already walking towards the riverbed.

Gao Shun's gaze fell on the carriage protected in the middle by the Yellow Turban warriors, and on the general in the carriage, whose appearance clearly indicated that he was no ordinary bandit.

The commander's flags were still flying around.

Gao Shun glanced around and then nodded.

Then, a series of low-voiced commands quickly radiated to both sides.

Just when the first group of Yellow Turban soldiers who landed on the riverbed thought they were finally free.

Suddenly, large black shields rose up from the riverbed.

The next second, the Yellow Turban soldiers who had just regained their footing were pushed off the riverbed by the immense force of the large shields.

hum!

It was like the sudden burst of cicada chirping in the summer, echoing through the woods.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who looked up felt as if the sky had suddenly turned dark.

Countless arrows soared into the air, forming a rain of arrows like a dark cloud, which then fell towards the riverbank and into the river.

"One hundred paces, launch!"

"One hundred paces, launch!"

"Nock the arrow, take one hundred paces, and launch it!"

In the woods, the messenger waved his battle flag and shouted slogans.

A dense rain of arrows shot into the air one after another.

"There's an ambush, there's an ambush."

"Run! Run!"

There's an ambush.

For a time, the Yellow Turban soldiers, who had no armor and no shields, were like sitting ducks when faced with a hail of arrows. They were hit one after another and fell to the ground in agony.

Those Yellow Turban soldiers who had not yet reached the riverbank and were still in the river when they were shot immediately stained the river red with their bright red blood.

A panicked scream.

Cries and pleas for mercy filled the air above the entire river channel.

Bo Cai, who had just stepped onto the riverbank, was also stunned.

Why are there Han troops blocking our way here?

With pursuers behind and ambushed ahead, and still halfway across the river.

Isn't this a sign that Heaven is determined to destroy him?

"Don't panic, don't panic, don't run!"

"Charge! Charge! Only by charging forward can we survive!"

Bo shouted loudly.