This is how immortals are cultivated

In front of the two armies, the Qing army's vanguard deputy general was looking at the squad leader who walked out of the Yellow Turban army's formation.

The Yellow Turban Army's response to the challenger was nothing special.

He was barely four feet tall, a bit hunched, and with very little flesh on his body. He was pretty much the image of a farmer who spent his whole life tilling the fields.

Even if you are not riding a horse, you can still look down on him when standing in front of him.

What's more, the other party was not riding a horse, so the gap between the two sides was even more like a giant looking down on a child.

"Are you the rebel general?"

The Qing army vanguard spoke contemptuously.

I should have thought of it earlier. A group of untouchables who have never practiced martial arts and don't even have decent armor are not worth challenging.

The general who was challenging the enemy couldn't help but complain to his own general, asking why he didn't just kill these peasants directly and did all this instead.

When he thought of this, he did not give his name as per the rules, but raised the Xuanhua axe in his hand and chopped directly at the Yellow Turban soldier.

However, with a "clang" sound, the Yellow Turban soldier picked up the iron rod and blocked his blow steadily.

"Oh?"

The Qing army deputy general couldn't help but make a sound, and then said:

"You're really strong. You were able to block my attack. Not many people can do that."

"I was mistaken. I didn't expect that among this group of rebels, there is someone like you... Hurry and tell me your name."

The deputy general of the Qing army showed excitement on his face. As Fan Teng's deputy general, he was naturally a brave and fierce general among the military of Huangfu Gao. In the military camp, there were very few people who could withstand his attack.

Seeing one at this time, he naturally became interested and the desire to fight surged in his heart.

"My name is Wang Goudan..."

The Yellow Turban soldier stammered. He seemed a little nervous standing in front of the two armies, being watched by so many people.

The Qing army general was stunned for a moment. This obscene name told him a fact, that is, the person in front of him who was blocking him was indeed a pariah.

This made him feel inexplicably annoyed, and he suddenly remembered what he was doing.

Yes, the commander had arranged for him to challenge the enemy in order to intimidate and frighten these peasants. To make them understand who was the master of this world and this land.

And now, he was stuck in a stalemate with a peasant?

"What...what's your name?"

Wang Goudan asked, as if he felt that it would be unfair if he reported his name while the other party did not.

Yes, fairness, this is a word that their Taoist master and their heavenly master often say.

"You don't deserve to know!"

The Qing army general's face turned cold. He gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands and began to exert force, intending to crush the untouchable with this parrying posture.

However, he was disappointed. No matter how hard he tried, the iron rod in Wang Goudan's hand remained motionless. The force he exerted was like a cow entering a sea of ​​mud, unable to create any waves.

"Never mind..."

At this moment, he heard the other party's muttering. Then, the power suddenly burst out from under his axe blade, flipping him away and knocking him off his horse.

No tricks involved, just pure strength.

The Qing army general who fell off his horse was unable to recover for a while. Under such force, his strength was like that of a child.

But before he could sort out his thoughts, a shadow covered his face.

With a loud bang, the head of this brave general on the battlefield, who was destined by heaven to leave his name in history, exploded and turned into a pool of bones, broken flesh and sticky things that merged with the yellow earth.

Both armies watched what was happening in front of the battlefield in silence.

There was no sound coming from the Yellow Turban Army's formation.

The purpose of challenging a general is to suppress morale and to make the general who challenges the general famous.

However, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had nothing to be famous for, because each of them was just one of them.

But it did become famous. The name of the Yellow Turban Army will always leave a deep impression on people, whether now or in the future, even if time passes and the cycle of reincarnation continues.

As for the Qing army camp, they were silent because they couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe that their general, who was famous for his might, had died in this way, at the hands of an unknown commoner of the enemy.

In the army formation, Fan Teng lost control of his emotions when he saw this scene, and swung the whip in his hand violently.

He hadn't expected that his initiative to challenge would turn out like this.

But he would not blame the general who died, because he knew the ability of his deputy general.

All I can say is that there are indeed capable and strong people among the Yellow Turban Army.

"Could it be that Zhang Lishi?"

In the past, there was indeed a person in Shangyi Dao who was famous for his bravery. He was a disciple of the demon Taoist Zhang Jue.

"Miscalculated..."

Regain control of your emotions and let your rationality return to the higher ground of your brain.

He also knows how to make up for his mistakes in decision-making.

"Blow the trumpets! Beat the drums! All troops, attack!"

Yes, "challenging" is just a minor move in the overall trend of military strategy, and personal bravery cannot ultimately influence it.

This group of untouchables became obedient after being trampled by the army once.

Hearing the Qing army's horns blowing and drums beating, Wang Goudan, who was in front of the formation, immediately returned to his own formation.

When I returned, I was thinking that I could get an extra piece of land this time.

Yes, the Taoist master said that he would take over Cangzhou before the end of the month, and he would be able to get more land there.

When he returned to the army, his comrades drank the talisman water distributed by the alchemist, and then waited quietly for the attack of the Qing army.

...........

After giving the order to the entire army to attack, Fan Teng led the charge.

Most of this vanguard army are cavalry, while the enemy rebels are just infantry, and they don’t even have heavy armor, so there is no need to design any formations, they can just charge directly.

In the field of vision, the army formation wearing yellow cloth forehead protectors was getting closer and closer. No one in the army formation moved, and they seemed to be standing still.

"Why didn't they flee?"

Looking at this scene, Fan Teng was secretly surprised.

The criterion for judging the difference between a regular army and a miscellaneous army is discipline. Originally, he had imagined that these lackeys would be so frightened by the fleeing cavalry that they would abandon their military formation and flee directly.

"But...it's better if you don't run away. It saves me the trouble of chasing you."

The Qing army's horses were moving very fast, and Fan Teng in front could already see the faces of the soldiers at the front of the Yellow Turban army.

It was a dark face, full of signs of weathering.

The knife in his hand was swinging towards the face.

Just as he was about to swing his sword, he heard a scream from the side.

The screams came from beside me and then to the sky.

Yes, the sky.

Fan Teng was attracted by the sound and subconsciously turned his head, only to find that his personal soldiers, including the horses, were in the air about four or five meters above the ground.

'Why is it flying?'

When this question arose in his mind, he felt that his center of gravity had shifted and left its original position.

When he looked back, he saw the dark-faced Yellow Turban soldier grabbing the leg of the horse he was riding and holding it up with one hand.

Yes, with the strength of one wrist, he grabbed him and the horse and lifted them off the ground.

When he and his horse were thrown out, flying in the air and screaming, Fan Teng finally understood why he saw someone flying.

The Qing army's formation was originally charging forward one after another. With the blessing of God, the morale of the Qing soldiers was extremely high, but this was no match for the attack. Countless people and horses were thrown into the air from the front and then fell into the rear army.

The speed of the rear army's charge gradually slowed down, the central army stagnated, and the front army began to turn around and run backwards.

On the vast loess battlefield, dust was flying. There was dust raised by horses' hooves trampling the ground, and there was also dust trampled by people running.

That's right, the scene now presented on this field is tens of thousands of cavalrymen galloping forward, and behind them are five thousand infantrymen chasing them.

This is something that no one would believe if you told them, and would sneer at them.

Let’s not talk about why tens of thousands of cavalry could be chased by 5,000 infantry.

Even if we take a step back and say that the cavalry wanted to run, how could human legs catch up with the speed of the horses?

But, here it is.

The two-legged man easily caught up with the galloping horse, and reached out to grab the horse's tail. With a seemingly light pull, the horse, which was originally running at high speed with strong inertia, was pulled to a stop and fell to the ground.

In ancient times, there was a fierce general named Overlord in this world who could lift a thousand-pound tripod and had supernatural powers.

I don’t know whether this record is true, but what is certain is that even if such a person existed, such a tyrant probably only appears once every thousand years.

But now, five thousand overlords appeared on the battlefield.

Yes, each of them can easily lift a horse, smash a rock with one punch, and easily catch up with a horse when running.

With an army of 50,000, only ten people are going to fight against a Yellow Turban Army superman like this. What kind of fight is this?

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Suizhou.

The Qing army of 300,000 was divided into three groups to attack Yongzhou.

At this time, the main force of the Qing army was stationed in Suizhou, with a force of 150,000.

In the camp with neat military appearance and an atmosphere of iron-blooded order, in the central main tent, the Qing army commander Huangfu Gao was playing chess with the military commander Sima.

Don't be fooled by his heroic appearance and strong body, he is actually a man of both civil and military talents.

At this time, he was not wearing armor, but a Confucian robe. He looked heroic but also had a sense of elegance.

"Report!"

"News has arrived from General Fan Teng's vanguard army..."

The voice of the summons officer came from outside the tent. Huangfu Gao had just picked up the fruit and stopped moving.

"It looks like Fan Teng has already taken down the outpost. His speed is undeniable, as expected of General Huangfu's trusted general..."

The military commander stroked his beard with a smile, looked at Huangfu Gao with a calm face and spoke.

"My subordinates just defeated the rebels. It's not worth mentioning." Huangfu Gao replied and continued to make moves with a calm face.

Looking at Huangfu Gao like this, the Sima in the army couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he had the demeanor of a famous scholar.

But then, the summons officer said with difficulty, "General Fan Teng engaged in a fierce battle with the bandits on the Hengyuan Plain in Yongzhou, but was ultimately defeated."

“…a crushing defeat.”

With a "bang", the chessboard was overturned.

The officer who summoned the message only saw his own marshal glaring at him, his eyes already red.

"What did you say?"

Huangfu Gao thought he had misheard and asked.

The messenger could only bite the bullet and repeat the battle report from the Yongzhou front.

"Of the fifty thousand troops, only one in ten survived... Only a lieutenant under General Fan Teng escaped with a few hundred scattered men."

"Tie up this general who has brought disgrace to the country and ruined the army!" Huangfu Gao shouted.

A moment later, a general who was tied up and looked extremely panicked was taken into the big tent.

Huangfu Gao has summoned all the generals in the camp to prepare for the trial and inquire about the details.

Seeing that the defeated general was being escorted with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, Huangfu Gao frowned and shouted sternly, "Just tie him up, why gag him?"

The officer who brought the criminal into the camp suddenly felt wronged and explained:

"Reporting to the commander, this criminal general has gone mad since his escape... He has been spreading rumors throughout the army, causing disarray and disorganization, including the remnants of the army he brought back. Only after hearing this did I silence him and bring those defeated soldiers under control."