With Cao Cao by my side, what do I have to fear from the world?

Liu Xie led his vast army, traversing mountains and valleys, and finally arrived at Dianchi, the capital of Yizhou Commandery.

Meanwhile, Yong Kai had Meng Huo kidnap the local governor, Zheng Ang, and use him as a hostage.

On the battlefield, both sides arrayed themselves in battle formation, the atmosphere heavy and tense. Liu Xie's Han army, with its disciplined and imposing ranks, resembled an impregnable Great Wall of Steel.

The military flag fluttered in the wind, and the bright "Han" character embroidered on the flag shone with supreme glory and majesty.

At the very front was a square of infantrymen, each carrying a shield and a spear. The soldiers stood tall and straight, their gazes unwavering.

Their shields were joined together to form a solid defensive line, reflecting a cold light under the sun.

The spears stood like a forest, pointing straight ahead, exuding a chilling killing intent. Every infantryman was clad in heavy armor, the plates gleaming with a metallic sheen, as if telling the story of countless battles they had endured.

Behind the infantry formation were rows of cavalrymen, all neatly arranged. They sat astride their tall, powerful warhorses, horse and rider as one, displaying a heroic and dashing bearing.

The warhorses, clad in magnificent armor, their manes billowing in the wind. The cavalrymen, swords and spears at their sides, bows and arrows at their waists, their eyes gleaming with a thirst for battle. They awaited the command to charge, ready to unleash a furious onslaught upon the enemy ranks.

Looking further back, there were rows of enormous catapults and ballistae. The long arms of the catapults were raised high, and huge stones were already loaded, ready to be unleashed on the enemy at a single command.

The crossbows were taut, their sharp bolts gleaming coldly, aimed at the distant enemy. The existence of these siege weapons diversified the Han army's attack methods and instilled fear in the enemy.

In the central army formation, Liu Xie personally commanded the troops. His generals, all exuding heroic spirit and high morale, surrounded him closely, ready to obey orders and fight bravely for victory.

In stark contrast, Meng Huo's forces appeared disorganized and chaotic. The soldiers wore various uniforms and carried a motley collection of weapons.

Some carried spears, some brandished broadswords, and others carried rudimentary bows and arrows. Their ranks were uneven, lacking unified command and coordination.

Behind Meng Huo's army was a fierce elephant corps. These elephants were enormous, carrying soldiers armed with weapons on their backs. The elephants' skin was rough and thick, as if they were wearing a layer of natural armor.

The elephants waved their trunks, emitting deep roars that were terrifying. However, although these elephant soldiers seemed powerful, they appeared somewhat out of control due to a lack of effective training and command.

Some elephants paced restlessly on the battlefield, while others even disobeyed the soldiers' commands and acted on their own.

Meng Huo rode a tall horse, galloping back and forth in front of the formation, shouting loudly in an attempt to boost morale.

Yong Kai did not leave the city, but hid on the city wall to watch the battle. Several soldiers were guarding a man beside him, who was the local prefect Zheng Ang.

On the battlefield, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed almost palpable. Zheng Ang stood firm, showing no fear. Yong Kai, attempting to threaten Zheng Ang into forcing Liu Xie to retreat, his rugged face radiating arrogance and domineering swagger.

Meng Huo shouted loudly, "I am Meng Huo. As long as Your Majesty is willing to withdraw your troops, I guarantee that I will release the governor immediately, and from then on, we will live in peace."

Emperor Liu Xie, mounted on his horse, his eyes blazing with righteous indignation, faced Meng Huo's threat and rebuked him sternly: "Meng Huo, you are ignorant of the times! You actually obeyed Yong Kai's orders, kidnapped the governor, wreaked havoc on the region, and disturbed the peace of my people! My army has arrived here, yet you still kneel down and beg for surrender? You dare to disregard the court and threaten me to withdraw your troops! You have quite the audacity! How could I withdraw my troops because of your few arrogant words!"

Liu Xie's voice was firm and powerful, echoing throughout the battlefield, demonstrating the emperor's majesty and determination.

Yong Kai was already short-tempered, and upon hearing Liu Xie's words, he was immediately enraged.

Yong Kai, his eyes bloodshot, stood on the city wall and roared at Liu Xie, "You're courting death! If you don't retreat today, you'll never return!"

Liu Xie remained unmoved and once again declared loudly, "I bear the hopes of all the people under heaven, how could I be intimidated by petty scoundrels like you! Wherever my army goes, all submit, how dare you utter such arrogant words!"

Liu Xie's words resonated powerfully, greatly boosting the morale of the Han soldiers, who shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

However, Yong Kai was already furious. Seeing that his threats had failed, he turned his attention to Prefect Zheng Ang.

Despite the sudden danger, Zheng Ang remained fearless. He straightened his back, glared at Yong Kai, and shouted, "You scoundrel, stop your arrogance!"

Yong Kai wouldn't listen to a word. He raised his knife and brutally murdered Zheng Ang. Zheng Ang's blood spurted out, staining the ground beneath his feet.

But he never lowered his noble head until his death, his eyes still filled with unwavering commitment to justice and contempt for his enemies.

Witnessing Zheng Ang's gruesome death, Liu Xie's anger burned like a raging fire. He gritted his teeth, pointed at Meng Huo and Yong Kai, and shouted fiercely, "You villains, you murdered a loyal and virtuous man! This is an outrage against Heaven! I will tear you to pieces to avenge Prefect Zheng Ang!"

Liu Xie's vow echoed across the battlefield, igniting a shared hatred for the enemy and a burning desire to kill. They gripped their weapons tightly, eager to charge into the enemy lines, to avenge Zheng Ang, and to fight for justice.

Faced with the Han army's anger, Meng Huo and Yong Kai couldn't help but feel fear, but there was no way out at this point, so they could only brace themselves and prepare to meet the Han army's wrath.

On the battlefield, the wind howled and the banners fluttered. Meng Huo stood at the front of the formation, his face grim. He first sent his brother Meng Jie into battle, hoping to build up morale first.

Guan Yu sat on his horse, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, exuding a chilling killing intent.

He carried his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, the long blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. When he saw Meng Jie charge out, Guan Yu snorted coldly, spurred his horse, and it galloped off like an arrow.

Liu Xie did not stop them. He was currently seething with anger, so he decided to let Guan Yu go up and teach them a lesson, to deflate the arrogance of the people of Nanzhong.

Guan Yu's figure on the battlefield was like a war god descending, majestic and awe-inspiring. His battle robes fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

As Meng Jie watched Guan Yu rushing towards him, a sense of fear welled up in his heart. But there was no way out now, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth, brandish his weapon, and charge forward.

Guan Yu arrived in front of Meng Jie in an instant. He shouted loudly, his voice as loud as a bell, making the surrounding soldiers' ears ring.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade was raised high and brought down with tremendous force. Meng Jie hurriedly raised his weapon to defend, and with a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere.

Meng Jie felt a sharp pain in both arms, his tiger's mouth split open, and his weapon nearly slipped from his grasp. Guan Yu gave Meng Jie no chance to catch his breath, and his second strike followed immediately. This strike was unstoppable, carrying immense pressure.

Meng Jie stared wide-eyed in horror, trying to dodge but it was too late. He hadn't expected the people of the Central Plains to be so fierce. He himself was not weak in the South, yet he couldn't withstand their attacks in just a few moves.

With a flash of light, Meng Jie's head flew off instantly, blood gushing from his neck, drawing a scarlet arc in the air.

After Guan Yu swiftly killed Meng Jie with his blade, his expression remained cold and stern. His gaze swept across Meng Huo's camp, as if declaring to them: all who come will perish!
When Meng Huo saw his brother killed in an instant, he was furious and sent out another general.

This general was tall and strong, wielding a pair of large axes, and roared as he charged toward Guan Yu.

Guan Yu showed no fear and spurred his horse to meet the enemy. The two generals clashed, and the sound of their weapons clashing was incessant.

The enemy general used all his skills, wielding his double axes with great force, attempting to threaten Guan Yu. However, Guan Yu easily deflected his attacks, each swing of his sword displaying composure and precision.

After several rounds, Guan Yu seized the opportunity and suddenly swept his blade horizontally. The enemy general was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the wind from Guan Yu's blade. He immediately spat out blood and fell from his horse.

Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade once again drew blood, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense.

Seeing this, Meng Huo's eyes turned red, and he sent two more generals to fight together. The two of them attacked Guan Yu from the left and right.

Guan Yu remained completely calm. He first exchanged blows with the enemy general on his left for several rounds, and then suddenly turned around and slashed at the enemy general on his right.

Caught off guard, the enemy general on the right was cut down by Guan Yu's blade. Seeing this, the enemy general on the left was greatly alarmed, and his attack faltered. Guan Yu seized the opportunity and thrust his blade straight through the enemy general's chest.

On the battlefield at this moment, Guan Yu's figure became the focus of everyone's attention. His bravery and fearlessness greatly boosted the morale of the Han army, while Meng Huo's army began to feel fear.

Meng Huo gritted his teeth and dispatched the most valiant general in his army. This man was named Wutugu, who was twelve feet tall, incredibly strong, wore heavy armor, and wielded a huge spiked club.

Wutugu charged toward Guan Yu with heavy steps, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Guan Yu watched the menacing Wutugu approach, a glint of excitement in his eyes. He spurred his horse, and it charged towards Wutugu with a neigh. Their weapons clashed, producing a deafening sound.

Wutugu possessed immense strength, and Guan Yu's arm was slightly numb from the impact. However, relying on his superb martial arts skills and rich combat experience, Guan Yu engaged in a fierce battle with Wutugu.

After several dozen rounds, Guan Yu gradually gained the upper hand. He spotted an opening in Wutugu's defenses, swung his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, and struck Wutugu's shoulder. Wutugu screamed in agony and fell to the ground. Several soldiers rushed over and captured him on the spot.

Guan Yu killed several generals sent by Meng Huo in succession, plunging Meng Huo's army into panic.

Liu Xie hurriedly raised his sword and launched a charge. In an instant, the shouts of the Han army shook the heavens, catching Meng Huo off guard.

With the thunderous sound of war drums and the long blast of horns, Guan Yu, wielding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, led a troop of elite cavalry in a whirlwind charge towards the enemy lines.

His phoenix eyes were wide open, his silkworm eyebrows stood up straight, and he looked majestic and awe-inspiring, like a war god descended to earth.

Wherever he went, the enemy troops scattered. Guan Yu roared, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade swung with fierce force, instantly cutting down several rebel soldiers, their blood splattering and staining his battle robe red.

Zhang Fei followed closely behind, his eighteen-foot spear flying up and down like a dragon emerging from the sea. His dark face was flushed red with anger, and his wide eyes blazed with fury.

Each thrust of his spear was accompanied by a furious roar, and the enemy troops, terrified by his fierce offensive, scattered in disarray.

Wielding his Dragon Gallant Silver Spear, Zhao Yun moved with effortless grace through the enemy ranks, his spear tip felling every enemy soldier it pointed at. His movements were light and agile, like a pure white flower blooming amidst the flames of war, yet carrying a deadly edge.

Seeing the Han army's overwhelming force, Meng Huo knew he could not retreat and had no choice but to fight back. He rode on his horse, brandishing his broadsword and roaring as he commanded the rebel army.

Encouraged by him, the rebels managed to hold their ground and engaged in fierce fighting with the Han army.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with the sounds of battle, and the glint of swords flashed. The Han soldiers were all brave and fearless, like sharp daggers piercing into the rebel ranks.

Although the rebels in the south continued to resist, they gradually showed signs of weakness under the powerful offensive of the Han army.

Guan Yu roamed the battlefield, invincible wherever he went. Every swing of his Green Dragon Crescent Blade brought forth a storm of blood and carnage. A rebel general attempted to block his path, but Guan Yu, without a word, swiftly brought his blade down, and the general's head flew off and rolled to the side.

Zhang Fei charged left and right through the enemy ranks, his eighteen-foot spear moving as if it were nothing. His bravery terrified the rebel army, who fled in all directions. Once he set his sights on an enemy, there was almost no chance of survival.

Zhao Yun moved with unparalleled speed, his Dragon Gallant Silver Spear transforming into streaks of lightning in his hands, enemy soldiers falling one after another beneath his spear. His movements were as swift as a ghost, making him impossible for the rebels to anticipate.

The commander was brave, and the ordinary soldiers were also fearless, performing exceptionally well.

The Han army surged forward like a raging tide, crashing down on the rebel forces in the south. Their shouts echoed through the heavens, shaking the very sky. Every soldier's eyes burned with the fierce flames of battle, a thirst for victory.

Swords, spears, and halberds gleamed coldly in the sunlight. The Han soldiers stood in close formation, their steps firm and powerful. The soldiers in the front ranks raised their shields high to deflect the rain of arrows from the rebels, while their comrades behind them gripped their weapons tightly, ready to charge into battle at any moment.

A young soldier, his face still bearing traces of youth, yet his eyes shone with unwavering resolve. His left arm was grazed by an arrow, blood staining his sleeve, but he seemed oblivious, gritting his teeth and charging forward with the column. He held only one belief: for His Majesty the Emperor, he feared not even death!
For many years, Emperor Liu Xie had always treated his soldiers with kindness and kindness, winning the support of many. Many of them were even personally treated by the emperor.

The fighting power that such emotions can unleash on the battlefield is unimaginable.

An old soldier, his body covered in scars, wielded a long knife, each strike requiring the full force of his being.

Even as the enemy's swords inflicted new wounds on him, he did not flinch. Instead, he fought even more fiercely, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! The Han Dynasty will surely prevail!" (End of Chapter)