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Chapter 1454 Forced Evacuation, A Sacrifice of Blood
"Commander Xu, please don't make things difficult for the brothers! Before our lord left, he specifically instructed us that if the battle goes badly, our primary task is to ensure your safety."

"You are the lord's right-hand man and the pillar of our Great Xuan Yellow Turban. If anything were to happen to you, how would the lord conquer the world?"

Fu Youde said with a bitter face.

"What military order! In our lord's eyes, your life is the most important military order!"

"If you're not satisfied, wait until we're out and then write a letter to our lord to reason with him. It's no use saying anything now; this command platform must be removed!"

Feng Sheng retorted, his neck stiff with arrogance.

"You are disobeying orders! You want to desert! I, Xu Da, have fought all my life and have never seen such cowards who are so afraid of death!"

Xu Da was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at the three men, shouting angrily.

"Fear of death? This humble general has fought alongside our lord for over a decade, his body covered in wounds more numerous than the hairs on his skin. When have I ever feared death? But even death has to be worthwhile!"

"Now that the command platform is surrounded, the flanks have been breached, and that scoundrel Jiang Xiaobai has betrayed us, there's no way we can fight this battle! Staying here is just waiting to die; we might as well preserve our strength and seek revenge on Wu Qi later!"

Feng Sheng also lost his temper, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Xu Shuai, Lan Yu, and Li Wenzhong are all capable of defeating ten thousand men, and Shen Ni is an extremely fierce general at the pinnacle of Qi. They have their own ways of escaping."

"We can't possibly sacrifice you, our pillar of strength, for their sake, can we? If our lord knew you were in danger trying to save them, he'd skin us alive!"

Deng Yu seized the opportunity to offer his advice.

The three of them talked back and forth, giving Xu Da no chance to refute them.

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly prepare Xu Shuai's horse! If you dawdle any longer, no one will be able to leave!"

Feng Shengchao gave a wink to the guard beside him and said sternly.

The guards looked at each other, caught between the commander-in-chief's orders and the commands of several generals, and were at a loss for what to do.

"You all dare to disobey our lord? If anything happens to Marshal Xu, you will all be subject to military law!"

Seeing this, Feng Sheng kicked one of his personal guards.

Upon hearing this, the guards dared not hesitate any longer and quickly took Xu Da's warhorse.

"Protect Xu Shuai, retreat!"

Feng Sheng and Fu Youde, supporting the struggling Xu Da, forcefully pushed him onto the horse's back, while Deng Yu, holding a long spear, stood in front of the horse and shouted sternly.

Xu Da was held up on his horse by many arms and could not move. Looking at the Yellow Turban warriors fighting bloody battles below and hearing the screams of soldiers in the distance, his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"Feng Sheng! Deng Yu! Fu Youde! You dare to force me to retreat today! I will impeach you to our lord one day!"

He glared angrily and roared at Feng Sheng and the other two.

"We have a clear conscience! As long as we can protect Commander Xu, we will accept being beheaded by our lord!"

Undeterred, Feng Sheng mounted his horse and stood protectively beside Xu Da.

The group sped off towards the back of the command platform, leaving behind only the ever-approaching hoofbeats of tigers and leopards on horseback, and the deafening roars of the Yellow Turban warriors.

The commander of the personal guard battalion at the foot of the command platform saw all of this clearly. His name was Zhou Cang, and he was one of the earliest Yellow Turban warriors to follow Zhu Yuanzhang from the Taiping Rebellion.

"Brothers! The commander's platform is about to be withdrawn. As Yellow Turban warriors, we should do our utmost for the Yellow Heaven! Today, let us pave the way for Commander Xu with our blood!" Seeing that the commander's platform was about to be withdrawn, his bloodshot eyes suddenly narrowed, and he suddenly opened his throat and let out a roar that shook the heavens.

The roar was like a thunderclap, instantly drowning out the sounds of battle. The remaining two hundred or so Yellow Turban warriors stopped what they were doing, turned to look at the figure rushing behind the command platform, and then at the Xuanhu Dharma Image that was closing in step by step. Their eyes showed no fear, but instead ignited a raging fire.

They were all carefully trained soldiers of the Taiping Sect, and from the day they entered the camp, they were instilled with the belief that "Heaven is above, and we will die for it."

"To serve the Yellow Emperor with utmost loyalty!"

Now is the time for them to fulfill their vows.

"Paving the way for Xu Shuai!"

More than two hundred Yellow Turban warriors shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and earth. They put down their giant axes and took a black pottery jar from their waists—this was the Taiping Cult's secret "Fiery Jar," filled with saltpeter, sulfur, and pine resin. Once ignited, its power was comparable to a small explosive, making it the Yellow Turban warriors' final killing move.

On the battlefield, such self-destruct weapons are not common, but the Taiping Sect had long developed them. They were originally intended to blow up city walls when breaching a city, but today the Yellow Turban warriors used them to perish together with the enemy.

This weapon is extremely risky; once ignited, the user has no chance of escape, making it a true "deadly move."

Zhou Cang was the first to light the fuse of the flaming cauldron. The fuse hissed and emitted acrid smoke.

"The Yellow Emperor descends upon the world, offering blood as a sacrifice!"

As he watched the approaching Xuanhu Dharma Image, a resolute smile appeared on his face. He suddenly threw the Fiery Jar into the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's formation and roared at the same time.

"Offer a blood sacrifice!"

Other Yellow Turban warriors followed suit, lighting the fuses and throwing the flaming jars at the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

In an instant, dozens of flaming jars billowing thick smoke streaked across the sky like meteors, hurtling towards the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's formation.

"Get out of the way! Shieldbearers, form ranks!"

Upon seeing this, Zhuge Kunlong's expression changed drastically. He had not expected these Yellow Turban warriors to be so frenzied, and he immediately gave an order.

But it's too late.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of loud explosions, like thunderclaps, erupted as the fire pots burst open in the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's ranks, flames shooting skyward for several meters, engulfing the surrounding cavalry and warhorses.

The explosive force of saltpeter and sulfur, combined with the combustion aid of pine resin, made the flames exceptionally fierce. Although the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's black iron armor was sturdy, it could not withstand the scorching heat. Many cavalrymen's armor was burned red-hot, making a "sizzling" sound.

Even more terrifying, the shockwave from the explosion sent several Tiger and Leopard Cavalrymen near the center of the blast flying, crashing to the ground, where they were trampled into a bloody pulp by the following warhorses.

The Xuanhu Dharma Image was also affected, forced to retreat by the shockwave of the explosion. Its dark aura dissipated significantly, and its once mighty body became somewhat illusory.

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Cang's eyes. He suddenly drew the short knife from his waist, slashed his wrist, and blood gushed out instantly.

He smeared blood on his yellow turban, muttered incantations, and his earth-yellow aura suddenly surged. The Yellow Heaven War God Dharma Image, which was on the verge of collapse, actually solidified again. Although he only had one arm left, it exuded an even more terrifying aura than before.

"Brothers, charge with me!"

Zhou Cang roared and charged into the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry formation. His figure, with a yellow turban on his head, shot out like an arrow. The giant axe in his hand, carrying a strong earthy yellow aura, cleaved towards a Tiger Cavalry squad leader.

The sergeant had just recovered from the chaos of the explosion when he was struck by Zhou Cang's giant axe, splitting him and his horse in two, splattering blood and entrails all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)