Chapter 47 Head-to-head confrontation
"It hurts me too!"

A deep cut was made on his abdomen by the Green Lion Heaven-Swallowing Sword. Tang Zhong could not help but scream, and endured the pain while constantly pushing his horse back.

At the same time, two generals from the Daqian camp rode out on horseback without the consent of Daqian's chief general Shen Zhian, heading straight for Tang Zhong.

Although generals do have to ask for permission from their commander before going into battle, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and what matters is adapting to the times.

Therefore, in such a critical situation, these two generals would generally not be punished if they went to rescue their own general.

"General, the enemy general that the Yellow Turban bandits sent to reinforce us is really powerful. Our army must not use our own weaknesses to attack their strengths!"

Seeing that the situation had reached this point, Shen Zhian's deputy general beside him could not help but spoke out a reminder.

In all the long years in Daqian, among the many generals in the Daqian camp, Tang Zhong is already the strongest one.

But now even Tang Zhong is no match for the enemy general.

Therefore, in this situation, there is no need to fight the opponent in a one-on-one duel.

In this case, now that we can’t defeat the general, let’s just fight head-on.

Daqian is now receiving a steady supply of blood transfusions from Qiandu in the rear.

Many of the troops this time are elite soldiers who have experienced many battles and were sent to provide support later. Their quality is much better than when they first arrived!
Therefore, at this time, the generals of Daqian were also planning to have a fair fight with the Yellow Turban Army.

Let this group of peasant soldiers see what a true battle-hardened army is like.

"Alright, I will lead the infantry to charge in the center, and you will lead a few good generals to lead the cavalry to make a detour from the side and cut off their retreat. This time, we must let these Yellow Turban bandits see what it means to be an elite force that has fought many battles!"

Shen Zhian nodded in front of the formation. It happened that Prince Si Yan, who had recently come from Qiandu, brought a group of Qiandu's imperial guards, along with a batch of logistical equipment.

"Soldiers of Daqian, the heads of the Yellow Turban bandits across the way are your military achievements. If you destroy them, I will give you a credit. Charge forward!"

Shen Zhian raised the sword that had been hanging on his waist, faced backwards, and roared with all his might.

The sun shone obliquely, reflecting on the iron armor and spears, flashing a cold light.

The sound of war drums shook the earth, and morale was high. The soldiers of the Daqian army, holding spears and wearing iron armor, stood in front of the formation with their heads held high.

In front of the battle formation, the generals of Daqian and the Yellow Turbans rode on tall horses, holding weapons in their hands, staring at each other.

The neighing of war horses and the shouts of soldiers intertwined to form a tragic symphony.

"kill!"

Suddenly, a horn sounded, breaking the tense atmosphere.

At Shen Zhian's signal, the deputy general who had been following him, along with several generals, led tens of thousands of cavalrymen and rushed out first.

Quickly charge towards the Yellow Turban army along the edge of the battlefield.

With these iron cavalry serving as role models, Daqian's tens of thousands of people rushed towards the Yellow Turban army in front of them like a giant black beast with its ferocious bloody mouth opened.

The earth trembled slightly under the heavy footsteps. Arrows rained down from the archers' hands, landing in the enemy's formation and taking away lives.

When fighting in close combat, spears and swords collided, creating fierce sparks, and iron armor clanked in the confrontation.

The flesh and blood body seems so fragile on this cruel battlefield, and life flickers like a candle flame.

"Follow me, Yellow Turbans!"

At this time, Qingshi was not willing to be outdone when facing the Daqian army. The Qingshi, who had just defeated the number one general of the Daqian army, was full of vigor and momentum even when facing the charge of the Daqian army.

He remained calm and instead called on the Yellow Turban army behind him, while he himself led the charge towards the oncoming Daqian army.

The generals of both sides also personally went into battle and charged on horseback.

Each of their moves was accompanied by a strong inner energy, and their techniques were fierce and displayed their high martial arts skills.

Seeing this, the soldiers on both sides followed suit and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation. The army on Daqian's side was mostly composed of elite cavalry and infantry. They were equipped with sharp swords and excellent bows and arrows, wearing shining iron armor and in neat formation.

At this time, Daqian's general Shen Zhian was a powerful general in the Daqian court.

At this moment, he was standing on the central military command platform with sharp eyes and extraordinary talent for controlling war.

When the two armies were entangled, Shen Zhian in the central army was always able to accurately judge the enemy's movements and make corresponding tactical adjustments.

Relatively speaking, the equipment of the Yellow Turban Army, a group of peasant soldiers, was relatively simple.

Some of them even carried wooden weapons, wore coarse cloth clothes, and had no protection from armor.

But their eyes were full of determination and fearlessness.

Although their formation was not as orderly as that of the imperial army, their fighting spirit was by no means inferior.

They puffed out their chests, used their shields to block the arrows, and advanced forward step by step.

Their shouts shook the earth, as if they wanted to vent out all the injustice and oppression.

At the moment of close combat, the Daqian army's formation was superb, and the armor gleamed in the sun.

Although the peasant army's weapons were simple, their strength should not be underestimated.

They used the crude weapons in their hands to fiercely attack the Daqian army, repelling the enemy time and time again.

"Haha! Let's fight again, old bastard!"

Amidst the chaos, Qingshi spotted Tang Zhong, who was slaughtering the Yellow Turban Army despite his injuries.

It’s not that Qingshi had any objection to Tang Zhong’s massacre of the Yellow Turban Army.

Qingshi had no feelings at all towards these Yellow Turban Army.

Not to mention that the three brothers of Lion Camel Ridge were originally sent by Confucianism to provide friendly assistance to the Yellow Turbans.

Even if the three monsters of Lion Camel Ridge were originally the Yellow Turban Army, they were so disregarding of human life that they regarded it as worthless.

Nor would they have any mercy on these peasant armies.

He simply didn't want to see his prey slip away from him.

"Humph! Yellow Turban bandit, how could I be afraid of you?"

The Green Lion had such a loud voice and was specifically staring at Tang Zhong who was looking for him.

Tang Zhong, who was not far from the Blue Lion at this time, naturally would not fail to hear it.

But now he is on the battlefield, and he has no generals who can stop the Blue Lion.

Therefore, even though he knew he was no match for the Blue Lion, he didn't really want to fight him.

But it’s good that the blue lion doesn’t come now, since it has already come to me.

Then I naturally cannot be afraid of fighting.

Currently on the entire battlefield, Daqian is the only one who can hold back Qingshi and prevent him from running around.

What can be done?
I can only bite the bullet and do it myself.

bump!
The two men who had just finished fighting faced each other again on the battlefield.

Just this time.
"Ding! The three demons from Lion Camel Ridge start their combined skills!"

　Brothers, the teacher has replied to me.
　　You know what I mean, I have to complete the task.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)