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Chapter 253, Guan Yu cleaves Yuan Tan in two.

Yuan Jun's troops stretched out in a long, winding line, like a rapidly crawling worm.

Upon arriving at Nanshan, the strategist Xin Pi kindly reminded him, "Young Master, this place is characterized by high mountains and dense forests, with steep slopes on both sides. Qingzhou has suffered repeated defeats, so we must not be careless at this time."

Yuan Tan disagreed, saying, "Sir, you are overthinking it."

Yuan Tan was skilled in archery and horsemanship, and might be decent at charging into battle, but he was naturally not quick-witted and lacked thorough consideration. He simply did not believe that they would encounter an ambush.

But this time, he not only encountered the emperor, but was also ambushed by him himself.

Liu Xie hid deep in the dense forest, his eyes peering through the gaps in the branches and leaves at the mountain path below. The sound of horses' hooves grew clearer as they approached.

Zhao Yun quietly approached and leaned down beside Liu Xie. "Your Majesty, it has been confirmed that the men who have arrived are indeed Yuan Tan's."

Liu Xie asked, "Is everything ready?"

Zhao Yun nodded vigorously, and Liu Xie's face immediately lit up with an excited smile. "Alright, then let Yuan Tan taste our power."

As Yuan Tan's troops were marching, suddenly, it seemed as if a rain of arrows was falling from the dense forest on both sides, and deadly cold arrows suddenly shot out from the forest.

The bugle sounded immediately, accompanied by a dense rain of arrows and shouts of battle.

One after another, Yuan's soldiers fell down quickly, one, two, three... as if there was no end to it.

In just one volley of fire, dozens of Yuan's soldiers fell, their bodies scattered haphazardly on the ground. Those not quite dead screamed, struggling and writhing in agony on the ground.

Some had arrows in their chests, the arrowheads piercing their bodies; others had their faces pierced by arrows... It was a gruesome sight, like a blood-red hell.

Yuan Jun ran around in terror. They were completely unprepared and couldn't even tell which direction the arrows were coming from before they were hit and fell down, dying in a daze.

"Oh no, an ambush!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, and the experienced veteran quickly picked up his shield, crouched down, and held the shield in front of him.

If your teammates know how to cooperate, the shield can be used more effectively.

However, their reaction was far too slow and completely disorganized.

Some had just raised their shields when they were knocked over by their own men. Arrows shot in from all directions, weaving into a large net in mid-air, as if to envelop and devour everyone!
The team at the front was the most panicked, and suffered the most casualties.

Yuan Tan hurriedly directed his troops, loudly ordering, "Form ranks to repel the enemy, and gather all the shields together!"

More and more Yuan soldiers raised their shields and spontaneously formed a circle. The arrows that were shot at them struck the shields with a dull thud and fell to the ground.

However, Yuan Tan soon discovered that directly in front of the group, there were shouts and neighing horses. A group of people suddenly rushed out from the hillside like tigers descending the mountain, blocking their way.

The leader, holding a long spear, was not tall, and his resolute face was expressionless, as cold as stone.

His soldiers quickly formed ranks at the narrowest part of the mountain path, each armed with a long spear. Although there were only a few hundred men, they resembled a deadly jungle, exuding a terrifying killing intent.

The commander leading the team was Gao Shun.

After such a long time, the Trapped Camp is destined to reappear before the world and become famous.

Gao Shun raised his spear high, pointing it angrily at the sky, and shouted: "Trap Camp, form ranks and repel the enemy!"

"kill!"

Eight hundred brave soldiers responded in unison.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized; they all raised their spears with all their might, and then all the spearheads pointed forward, toward the Yuan soldiers who were trying to cross the road.

"kill!"

At Gao Shun's command, the Trapped Camp strode forward, row upon row of spears thrusting forward with all their might. They moved as one, their movements perfectly synchronized. Even if their spears missed their target, they did not stop, but continued to charge forward.

No matter how many people come from the other side, they will face attacks from all members of the Trapped Camp.

Yuan Jun brandished his weapons, clinging to a sliver of hope that the Trapped Camp, with only a few hundred men, would easily break through.

However, the hundreds of soldiers in the Trapped Camp acted as one, and no matter how many people came from the other side, they would be under tremendous pressure.

The Trapped Camp is like a moving jungle of death; anyone who comes will die, and no one can ever get past it!

Soon, pursuers appeared behind Yuan Jun's troops. Lü Bu and Guan Yu led their cavalry around to the enemy's rear, galloped away, and attacked Yuan Jun from the rear.

Lu Bu rode on horseback, wielding a halberd and wearing a golden crown to bind his hair. Guan Yu brandished his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, his face ashen, but his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Thousands of cavalrymen, like tigers descending a mountain, followed closely behind the two, kicking up clouds of dust.

The sound of horses' hooves was like war drums, shaking the entire battlefield and causing the whole earth to tremble.

Hearing the commotion, Yuan Tan hurriedly turned around, only to find his troops in complete disarray. The Han army swept over like a surging tide, scattering and disrupting Yuan Tan's ranks.

The panicked Yuan army was constantly being swept up and quickly devoured piece by piece.

Holding his halberd, Lü Bu charged at the forefront. The golden halberd in his hand gleamed as he repeatedly raised it high and brought it down mercilessly. His overwhelming killing intent transformed into a brutal massacre. Wherever Lü Bu charged, a sea of ​​blood would immediately follow.

Guan Yu was not to be outdone; his blade flashed, blood gleaming, and wherever he passed, Yuan's soldiers fell one after another like harvested straw, without a doubt.

The commander was brave and the army fought with their lives.

The Han army's cavalry was unstoppable, their warhorses galloping wildly forward, sweeping across the land and unleashing a brutal storm of blood.

The roars, shouts of battle, and the clash of swords and spears mingled together, shaking heaven and earth and terrifying the enemy.

Some enemy soldiers were knocked to the ground by warhorses before they could even engage in combat. The merciless hooves trampled over their flesh and blood, making bones pop like beans. In some cases, their intestines spilled out.

Yuan Jun's cavalry attempted to turn around and engage in battle, but were quickly routed by the Han army's iron cavalry, with many falling from their horses.

The Han soldiers brandished their broadswords, mercilessly beheading their enemies. Those wielding spears were equally ruthless, repeatedly thrusting their spears into the hearts of their foes.

Although Gao Shun's Trapped Camp only had eight hundred men, it was like an iron gate, blocking Yuan's troops time and time again. Despite the constant casualties in the Trapped Camp, they maintained a tight formation and stood proudly in front of the enemy.

All that's missing is a sign next to it that says: "This road is closed. Trespassers will be killed!"

Even the usually calm and composed Xin Pi felt despair in the face of this completely passive situation, and could only be swept along by the group, galloping forward on horseback.

Soon, shouts of battle rang out again from the hillsides on both sides, and two more groups of people charged out: Zhao Yun on the left and Taishi Ci on the right.

They swooped down from the high ground and quickly attacked Yuan's troops, causing the already panicked and helpless Yuan army to completely collapse.

With Gao Shun in front, Lü Bu and Guan Yu behind, Zhao Yun on the left, and Taishi Ci on the right, all the generals and soldiers fought bravely and fiercely. Their morale was so high that Yuan's army could not find a way to escape and was quickly surrounded.

Screams and wails filled the battlefield; Yuan Tan was powerless to reverse the tide, and defeat was inevitable. Chen Gong and Jia Xu stood on the hillside, flanking Liu Xie on either side.

Such a battle was exhilarating and thrilling. Liu Xie was inspired and decisively drew his sword and charged down the hillside.

"Huh?" Chen Gong tried to stop him, but failed. In just a short while, Liu Xie rushed down. Although the emperor had many guards around him, Chen Gong was still so anxious that he kept stamping his feet.

Jia Xu sighed helplessly and said, "His Majesty seems to prefer the battlefield to the imperial court."

"Kill!"

After Liu Xie joined the battle, he brandished his longsword, raised his arms and shouted. His Qinggang sword moved swiftly, and with a swish, he cut a Yuan soldier's spear in two.

The Yuan soldier stared blankly at the weapon that was now only half its original size, his face filled with disbelief.

However, the next moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen, his eyes widened in pain, and his body fell down unwillingly.

Liu Xie decisively drew his Qinggang sword and continued forward. Wu Anguo, with dozens of Dragon Guards, stayed by his side, fighting the enemy while protecting Liu Xie.

"Kill!"

Seeing that the emperor had also joined the battle, the morale of the Han soldiers soared even higher. They all roared like wild wolves, glared at the enemy, and charged at them in a frenzy, fighting to their hearts' content.

Yuan Tan managed to gather three thousand men and charged towards the Trapped Camp.

When three thousand people gather together, their fighting power is quite formidable in their struggle to escape and break through the encirclement.

After a series of fierce battles, the Trapped Camp has suffered 300 casualties. Now, they must rely on the remaining 500 men to hold off Yuan Tan's 3,000 men.

Gao Shun, holding a long spear, remained calm and composed. Under his command, the Trapped Camp, though its formation had shrunk somewhat, still maintained its order.

Yuan Jun charged forward repeatedly, only to be blocked time and again, as if he had crashed into an iron plate. The approaching Yuan soldiers were quickly pierced and fell to the ground by long spears, leaving corpses scattered everywhere and blood gushing into the sky.

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and Yuan Tan became anxious. He urged them on desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Kill them! Charge through!"

The warhorses neighed, and Yuan's soldiers continued their charge. The Trapped Camp remained as proud as pine trees, their spears moving in orderly fashion, the ones in front thrusting out while those behind prepared to pounce. Their advance and retreat were perfectly coordinated, and their rhythm never faltered. Even if someone died, their comrades would quickly fill the gap.

Despite the heavy casualties, the enemy's formation remained tight and formidable. Every soldier was covered in blood, and their spears were no exception, some even with bits of flesh from dead bodies still clinging to their tips.

Yuan Bing charged and tried again and again, but the Trapped Camp held the passage firmly, preventing Yuan Bing from getting through.

Because of the obstruction of the Trapped Camp, the troops behind were crowded together, unable to advance or retreat, and were in a state of great panic.

With ambushes ahead and pursuers behind, they were either killed or, for the cowardly, dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Guan Yu overtook Lü Bu, spurred his horse and charged straight at Yuan Tan.

Once on the battlefield, Guan Yu only thought about one thing: kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, repaying the emperor's high regard with his actions.

Guan Yu, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, moved with the ferocity of a tiger descending a mountain, while Yuan Tan was terrified, his face pale and his mind in turmoil.

Unable to break through the encirclement for a long time, Yuan Tan also felt despair.

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind, "Young master, be careful! Guan Yu is coming!"

Yuan Tan hurriedly turned around, and Guan Yu charged towards him on horseback like the wind, cutting down everything in his path. The Yuan soldiers blocking his way were like waves being quickly parted, screaming and falling one after another.

Yuan Tan's heart trembled violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. "Block him! Block Guan Yu!"

General Gao Lan shouted, brandished his spear, spurred his horse, and charged out from the crowd, blocking Guan Yu's horse ahead of him.

Guan Yu's eyes flashed with endless cold light as he raised his sword to strike.

The Azure Dragon Blade descended with the force of thunder, and Gao Lan hurriedly raised his spear to block it.

A deafening roar erupted, shaking the heavens and earth.

The immense force caused Gao Lan's arm to jolt, and his body swayed uncontrollably a few times on the horse's back.

With a whoosh, the Azure Dragon Blade flew up and down, each strike sharper and more domineering than the last, forcing Gao Lan to retreat repeatedly. He had never encountered such a formidable opponent before.

After a few rounds, Guan Yu deflected Gao Lan's weapon with a single stroke, spurred his horse, and charged past Gao Lan.

When Yuan Tan saw that Gao Lan had failed to stop Guan Yu, he became even more frightened and fled in a sorry state, trying to avoid Guan Yu.

Dust billowed as Guan Yu frowned and glared, relentlessly pursuing Yuan Shao's troops. Many of Yuan Shao's soldiers, terrified, cleared the way before even engaging in combat, fearing they would die under Guan Yu's blade.

These Yuan soldiers all knew that even their former lord, Yuan Shao, had died at the hands of Guan Yu, his head chopped off while he was still alive.

Not only was Yuan Shao beheaded, but Guan Yu also broke free from the encirclement of tens of thousands of Yuan soldiers with ease.

Therefore, none of Yuan's soldiers were not terrified when they saw Guan Yu.

Guan Yu didn't waste any words; anyone who stood in his way would die. His Green Dragon Crescent Blade carried a terrifying blade wind, and with each strike, someone was destined to perish.

No matter how fast Yuan Tan ran, the road ahead was blocked, and the Trapped Camp was firmly blocking his way, making it impossible for him to avoid Guan Yu. Guan Yu caught up with him on horseback.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade roared like a dragon and howled like a tiger, slashing straight at Yuan Tan. Yuan Tan tried to defend himself, but it was too late; Guan Yu's blade was simply too fast.

Yuan Tan was unable to dodge in time, let out a scream, and blood splattered everywhere.

With a flash of light, Yuan Tan's head flew off.

Guan Yu spurred his horse forward, picked up Yuan Tan's head, and held it high in the air, saying, "The traitor Yuan Tan is dead. Why don't you surrender now?"

Guan Yu sat upright on his horse, majestic and imposing, exuding a murderous aura that stunned the surrounding Yuan soldiers.

Xin Pi gazed at Yuan Tan's severed head and let out a long, helpless sigh.

Even if Yuan Tan hadn't died, his army wouldn't have had much confidence against the imperial army.

Now that Yuan Tan is dead, Yuan's army has naturally lost its backbone and the courage to resist.

As a result, the sound of weapons hitting the ground rose and fell, and Yuan's soldiers surrendered one after another, giving up the struggle.

Xinpi also dismounted, prepared to surrender.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gao Lan also gave up resisting.

As more and more people surrendered, the battle became much smoother, and after another half hour, the battle was completely over.

(End of this chapter)