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Chapter 1455 The Echoes of the Yellow Turban Warriors!
The Yellow Turban warriors around him followed suit, charging into the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's formation like madmen. These Yellow Turban warriors had abandoned their defenses and only wanted to kill as many enemies as possible to buy more time for Commander Xu's retreat.

Their blood was burning fiercely, and their lives were rapidly slipping away, but they did not back down at all; instead, they fought with increasing ferocity.

A Yellow Turban warrior was surrounded by three Leopard Riders. He was stabbed several times, and his battle robe was stained with blood. However, he still clung tightly to the leg of one of the Leopard Riders, preventing him from advancing. He was pierced through the chest by the short spear of another Leopard Rider, and he still had a satisfied smile on his face.

Another Yellow Turban warrior, whose legs were bound by chains and unable to move, simply lay on the ground, swinging his giant axe continuously, cutting off the legs of several Leopard Riders' horses. Finally, he was struck by the Tiger Rider's battering ram, his head split open, and he died on the spot.

Zhou Cang was even more valiant, charging alone into the core formation of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, his target Zhuge Kunlong. The giant axe in his hand carried a world-destroying momentum as he cleaved straight at Zhuge Kunlong's head.

Zhuge Kunlong raised his Yuwang Divine Spear to block, and with a loud clang, Zhuge Kunlong stood still without moving. On the contrary, Zhou Cang was directly shocked and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still stared at Zhuge Kunlong with a ferocious smile on his face.

It was obvious that even with Zhou Cang's desperate fighting style, he was still somewhat powerless in the face of such an absolute difference in strength.

"You treacherous dogs of Hengzhou Army, today I'll let you taste the ferocity of the Yellow Turban Warriors!"

He charged forward again, his giant axe slashing down at Zhuge Kunlong like a storm.

The Yellow Turban warriors around him also rushed towards Zhuge Kunlong. They did not seek to kill Zhuge Kunlong, but only to entangle him for a while longer and prevent him from organizing his Tiger and Leopard Cavalry to pursue the commander.

At this moment, the battlefield at the Yellow Turban Army's central command platform was filled with the sounds of fighting, screams, and the clash of weapons.

The Yellow Turban warriors, like a bunch of reckless madmen, used their own flesh and blood to build an unbreakable defensive line, firmly blocking the advance of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

But as time passed, the number of Yellow Turban warriors dwindled. The original force of over two hundred men had dwindled to less than fifty, each bearing severe injuries. Blood dripped from their armor, pooling on the ground.

Zhou Cang's body was also covered in wounds; his left arm had been pierced by Yu the Great's spear, exposing the bone, yet he still gripped the giant axe tightly.

His vision was beginning to blur, and his internal energy was almost depleted, but his belief remained unwavering—as long as he could hold out for a little longer, Xu Shuai would be a little safer.

"Pfft!"

Zhuge Kunlong was already getting impatient. Although he admired Zhou Cang's bravery and loyalty, he still thrust the Yu King's Divine Spear directly into Zhou Cang's chest, piercing his heart.

Zhou Cang's body stiffened abruptly, and the giant axe in his hand fell to the ground. He looked down at the divine spear in front of his chest, then looked up at Zhuge Kunlong.

"You...you...you'll never...catch up with Xu Shuai..."

After saying that, his head tilted to the side and he fell off Zhuge Kunlong's horse, his bloodshot eyes still fixed on the direction behind the command platform.

Seeing their commander fall in battle, a trace of grief flashed in the eyes of the remaining Yellow Turban warriors, but then they erupted with even stronger fighting spirit. They all followed Zhou Cang's example, lit their last fire pots, and charged into the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's formation.

"God bless you!"

"Until death!"

The final shouts echoed across the battlefield, followed by a series of explosions.

They could have chosen to surrender or flee, but they chose the most tragic way to cover the retreat of their commander. Even the enemy would be moved by this spirit.

The fire gradually died down, and the battlefield fell silent. At the foot of the once bustling command platform, only charred corpses, shattered armor, and flowing blood remained. All five hundred Yellow Turban warriors that Zhu Yuanzhang had assigned to Xu Da had died on the battlefield. Not one of them retreated, not one of them surrendered. They used their own flesh and blood to buy precious time for Xu Da's retreat.

Zhuge Kunlong looked into the distance; Xu Da and the others had long since disappeared into the horizon.

At this moment, Xu Da, who had already retreated to a safe area, reined in his warhorse and looked back towards the command platform, which was shrouded in thick smoke, with flames still faintly visible.

A single, murky tear slid from Xu Da's eye and dripped onto the horse's back.

"Wu Qi! Jiang Xiaobai!"

Xu Da gritted his teeth as he muttered those two names, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"I, Xu Da, will avenge today's humiliation! One day I will lead my army back, raze Qing Shi Valley to the ground, and wash Wuzhou in blood!"

Seeing Xu Da's grief, Feng Sheng and the others also felt a pang of sadness.

Although they saved Xu Da's life, they caused him to lose too much. However, they did not regret it. In their view, as long as Xu Da was still alive, the Yellow Turbans of Da Xuan still had hope. Today's defeat was only temporary.

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Meanwhile, on the front lines, the Hengzhou army's long spear formation was shrinking like a meat grinder, with blood from the spear tips flowing down the wooden shafts and forming winding blood trails on the muddy ground.

Li Wenzhong's 1,500 cavalrymen of the 3,000 battalion had been fighting continuously for nearly two hours. The panting of their warhorses was like that of broken bellows, and their sides were splattered with mud and dark red bloodstains. Cavalry warfare is most vulnerable to prolonged battles, especially when they are entangled in a large infantry formation. Even the most elite riders on the grasslands cannot withstand such attrition warfare.

He stood on a hillside, reins in his hand. The shoulder of his black soft armor had been slashed open by the long spear of a cavalryman, and blood had soaked through the linen lining, sticking stickily to his skin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the central army in the distance. The densely packed yellow turban flags were slowly moving backward, and the bright silver flag representing Xu Da's command flag had now retreated to behind a mound three miles away. This was no ordinary formation adjustment.

"General, look over there!"

"The central army is retreating! And the retreat is getting faster and faster, it doesn't seem like a well-organized retreat, it's more like..."

Lieutenant Zhao Yong rode over, half a piece of enemy armor still hanging from his lance.

"It's more like a complete rout."

Li Wenzhong took over the conversation, his tone calm but unable to conceal his seriousness.

During his time in Da Xuan, he frequently went to the front lines and naturally knew the principle that "when the flag moves, the morale of the army is thrown into chaos." Xu Da's retreat of the command flag meant that the central command system had begun to collapse, and the subsequent supply of food and the treatment of the wounded would inevitably collapse on all fronts.

The Three Thousand Battalion was an elite force carefully selected by Zhu Yuanzhang from hundreds of thousands of troops over three years. Each soldier was equipped with two fine steeds from the grasslands, and their armor was made of willow-leaf armor, a mixture of black iron and fine steel. Even their lances were made of century-old jujube wood wrapped with iron. If such a force were to perish in Qing Shi Valley, even if they managed to return alive, they would have no face to face Zhu Yuanzhang.

He raised his hand to wipe the mud off his face, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. The Blue Jade troops on his left were still charging wildly, their bright silver chainmail standing out conspicuously in the chaos. Their lances were like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, each thrust taking a life. But the number of cavalrymen around him was dwindling. Of the original 1,500 men, less than 800 could keep up with his charge.

This guy is a notorious "war maniac." Once he gets into a killing frenzy, he won't turn back, let alone retreat the central army. Even if the sky falls, he might not turn back.

(End of this chapter)