Chapter 53: Cheng Zhiyuan’s trump card—the terrifying Yellow Turban warrior!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

The horn of counter-charge sounded, and Zou Jing personally climbed up the city wall and beat the drum to assist in the battle.

The rumbling drums roared across the earth like thunder, and the five hundred cavalrymen led by Liu Bei were equally unstoppable.

Zhang Fei, who was charging at the front, waved the 10-foot-long snake spear in his hand, and his mighty power became substance, wreaking havoc among the Yellow Turban bandits like a tornado.

Any Yellow Turban soldier who encountered the tornado had no time to react. They only felt a flash of black light before their eyes, and their life force was instantly cut off. Their vision went black, and their bodies fell to the ground.

This scene made all the Yellow Turban soldiers feel incredible.

They couldn't understand how their comrades died.

Zhang Fei laughed loudly: "Look at Grandpa's sweeping power!"

"Come again!"

The Zhangba Snake Spear stabbed out again, and the black tornado appeared around Zhang Fei again. Twenty or thirty Yellow Turban soldiers either lost control of their bodies or flew out horizontally like kites with broken strings. Under the terrifying force, no less than thirty or forty Yellow Turban soldiers were knocked to the ground along the way.

Zhang Fei was so brave that the cavalrymen behind him shouted: "General, you are so brave and invincible!!"

"Ho ho ho!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

Liu Bei and his five hundred cavalrymen shouted for encouragement and followed Zhang Fei closely, charging deep into the crowd.

In just a cup of tea, the 500 cavalrymen led by Zhang Fei and Liu Bei charged straight towards the general's flag with unstoppable force.

Wherever they passed, there were corpses and flesh everywhere. From a distance it looked like hell on earth and was extremely terrifying.

"Oh no! There is a Heavenly General who has mastered the power of Gang Jin among the soldiers. We can't stop him at all!!"

A small general saw the terrifying force hovering around Zhang Fei and shouted loudly.

The news soon reached the ears of Cheng Zhiyuan under the command of the commander.

He himself has the strength of the middle stage of Dark Energy and is well aware of the horror of the Heavenly General.

But he never expected that such a top-notch general would exist in the small Zhuo County.

He took a deep breath, his face changed drastically, and he kept ordering the Yellow Turban soldiers to encircle and suppress the enemy.

Thousands of elite Yellow Turban soldiers stepped forward to stop them, but they were no match for Zhang Fei and Liu Bei's charge.

Zhang Fei had more than ten spears, Liu Bei had two swords, and the two of them shot left and right, getting closer and closer to the general's flag.

"Commander Qu, I'm afraid we can't stop them!"

"You are the backbone of Youzhou. You must not make any mistakes. How about we withdraw first?"

Sun Yong, the commander of Xiaoqu, covered in blood, rode quickly to Cheng Zhiyuan and gave him urgent advice.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the broken walls of Zhuo County and the less than 2,000 defenders, and said through gritted teeth: "Zhongshan, Wuji's defeat, General Digong is already dissatisfied with us. If we can't take Zhuo County, how can we face the Great Sage Master?"

"I will give you the three thousand Yellow Turban warriors that the Great Sage Master has assigned to us. You must stop the Heavenly General. As long as we destroy the five hundred cavalrymen behind him, it will be equivalent to clipping his wings. If he does not retreat, he will die in the chaos."

The Yellow Turban Warriors were warriors that Zhang Jiao had trained over the years in the Taiping Dao using special secret methods.

They have vigorous blood and are as strong as bulls. They are heavily armored and have amazing defense. Most of them even have mastered a bit of Ming Jin.

Originally, each state commander had allocated a maximum of 2,000 Yellow Turban warriors as trump cards, but because of the defeat of Zhongshan and Wuji, news of the Heavenly Generals frequently reached Zhang Jiao's ears. To be on the safe side, he deliberately gave Cheng Zhiyuan 1,000 more so that he would have the power to fight against the Heavenly Generals. This was also the last trump card in his hand.

Sun Yong naturally knew the terror of the Yellow Turban warriors, and he was overjoyed, clasping his fists and saluting: "Don't worry, General. With this trump card, there is no need to worry about not being able to destroy a mere 500 cavalrymen."

Soon, a group of 3,000 Yellow Turban warriors divided into three phalanxes and charged towards the 500 cavalrymen led by Liu Bei from the front, left, and right.

The neat steps and uniform clothing clearly showed that they were the elite of the Yellow Turban Army. Liu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, his face solemn: "Yide, don't be careless, there are many bright-eyed soldiers among these Yellow Turban soldiers."

Zhang Fei laughed heartily: "Don't worry, brother. Even if there are ten times more of these rabble, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Take my spear!!"

With a squeeze of his legs, Zhang Fei rushed out of the camp and killed the first thousand Yellow Turban warriors.

He waved the Zhangba Snake Spear in his hand, and terrifying energy spread out. Wherever the spear went, although the Yellow Turban strongman had a strong defense and considerable strength, the gap between him and Zhang Fei was still quite large, so he was naturally no match for him.

Although they were no match for Zhang Fei, there was no fear in the eyes of these Yellow Turban strongmen. They were like machines that felt no pain. When one was killed by Zhang Fei, another would quickly pounce on him. Many of them even risked their lives to fight for the opportunity to grasp Zhang Fei's Zhangba Snake Spear, thus creating opportunities for others.

In just a cup of tea, although Zhang Fei killed more than a hundred Yellow Turban strongmen, he also suffered a great loss of physical strength.

"Yide, stop charging, we can't catch up!"

Seeing that they were being divided and encircled, most of the 500 cavalrymen led by Liu Bei had been killed, and Liu Bei was even in danger several times. Zhang Fei was naturally anxious.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!!"

"Brother, here I come!!"

While roaring, he turned the dock and rushed towards Liu Bei.

The Zhangba Snake Spear was waved again, and the power of the peak early Heavenly General was like surging waves, radiating in all directions with one wave higher than the other.

Wherever the black tornado went, even the Yellow Turban warriors fell to the ground.

It was just that no sooner had the Yellow Turban strongman fallen than he was replaced by another, showing no fear of death at all.

An incense stick later, Zhang Fei came to Liu Bei, panting a little. Seeing the blood flowing from his arm, he immediately asked with concern: "Brother, who hurt you? I will kill him now."

Liu Bei shook his head: "If it weren't for this, we only have a hundred cavalrymen left, and it would be impossible to kill Cheng Zhiyuan."

"We must retreat back into the city."

"return to?"

Zhang Fei frowned and said: "Brother, you have signed a military order. If you return without success, how can you..."

Liu Bei looked embarrassed and gritted his teeth: "Knowing that you will die, you still charge forward. What's the point of being a reckless man?"

"Even if the captain kills me, I must preserve the fire."

"Kill them back!!"

"quick!"

Naturally, Zhang Fei would not disobey Liu Bei's order. He turned around the dock, charged forward, and killed towards the city gate with more than a hundred remaining soldiers.

On the city wall, Zou Jing naturally saw this scene.

He also didn't expect that there would be such a fierce and fierce group of soldiers among the Yellow Turban bandits.

If these people had been used to attack the city earlier, how could Zhuo County have been defended?
"Open the city gate!"

"Quick, open the city gate!!"

Zou Jing knew clearly that Zhang Fei, the only natural general, could not die, otherwise there would be no possibility of defending Zhuo County.

As for how long we can hold on, it all depends on God's will.

Soon Liu Bei and Zhang Fei led dozens of remaining soldiers to retreat into the city.

With Zhang Fei's help, Liu Bei came to Zou Jing and said with a face full of shame: "I failed to kill the traitor Cheng Zhiyuan, I am willing to accept the punishment!"

(End of this chapter)