Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 53 The tiger kills the Yaksha!
On a mid-autumn night, dark clouds covered the sky, obscuring the bright moon. The entire field was shrouded in darkness. Only the sound of rapid horse hooves echoed in the empty and silent wilderness for a long time.

Sun Jian, wearing armor, rode his horse at the forefront of the cavalry.

The red cloak behind him had been changed to a dark black color, and even his beloved Arabian horse was covered with several layers of black mud.

He always loved the color red, but red was too conspicuous even at night, and he would never let his personal preference affect the stealth of a night march.

Behind Sun Jian, the eight hundred cavalry captains followed closely behind like sharp black arrows. In the middle stood the four thousand Sanhe knights, a somewhat inexperienced but imposing force. The Yulin cavalry, led by Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan, steadily led the rear, the entire column advancing in an orderly fashion through the darkness.

As early as when they were in Luoyang, the Northern Army and the Yulin Cavalry had added night riding as a training subject at the request of the Crown Prince. Although the Sanhe Cavalry had been exposed to night marches under Sun Jian's training, in order to prevent accidents, it was most appropriate for them to be led by the Eight Hundred Tun Cavalry, while the Yulin Left and Right Cavalry were responsible for preventing a small number of Sanhe Cavalry from accidentally falling behind.

Along the way, Sun Jian, the commander-in-chief, was on edge, paying close attention to the team's progress. However, apart from the rumbling sound of the horses stepping on the ground, all he could hear were the rapid breathing and the occasional sound of weapons colliding.

Under Sun Jian's careful training over the past few days, the 4,000 Sanhe knights have gradually taken shape as an elite force, which inevitably gave Sun Jian more confidence.

In the blink of an eye, an hour and a half passed, and the cavalry led by Sun Jian gradually slowed down.

The outline of Changshe City was already faintly visible, and in the Yellow Turban camp outside the city, bonfires stretched like a galaxy of stars.

Sun Jian glanced at the cavalrymen behind him. He had already rested once halfway and fed the horses more grass. At this moment, both the cavalrymen and their horses were in good condition.

"call!"

Sun Jian let out a long breath and looked at the Yellow Turban camp in front of him. The tension in his heart was suppressed by the overwhelming fighting spirit and the courage in his bones.

No one is not afraid of death, but no man can refuse the opportunity to lead a thousand cavalrymen to attack the camp.

A surge of hot blood flowed through the blood vessels and passed through every part of the body, making the body, which was originally a little cold due to the cold wind in the mid-autumn night, feel even hotter.

With the whip whipping his horse's buttocks, Sun Jian took the lead and rushed towards the nearest Yellow Turban Army camp. The cavalrymen behind him also waved their whips silently, and the war horses galloped with all four hooves, crushing the inconspicuous stones on the road.

In the Yellow Turban camp, He Man suddenly woke up from his dream, kicked the woman in his arms off the bed, picked up the ring-handled sword under the pillow, and looked around in surprise.

After a long while, looking at the woman sobbing under the couch and the bonfire that occasionally made crisp sounds, He Man rubbed his head and sat on the couch.

For some reason, he always felt uneasy in his heart. Just now, he dreamed of cavalry all over the mountains and his head being chopped off by a Han general.

Ha, what a joke, he is He Man, nicknamed "Jie Tian Yaksha", and he has killed many Han army officers, how could he have such a dream?

Perhaps it was Huang Shao's words praising the Han army that made him have the dream at night, which really spoiled his mood.

But now that I'm awake, I might as well continue to have fun.

He Man glared at the woman still sobbing on the ground and said viciously, "Get up here now! You're so nagging and have no sense at all."

I have to say that these abducted women were indeed very beautiful with delicate skin and tender flesh. Their hands were completely different from those of farm girls, which were covered with calluses from doing farm work.

Just as He Man pressed the woman under him and prepared to move around, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats sounded into his ears. The hoofbeats sounded like thunder, gradually becoming clearer from far away, which made He Man a little confused.

Is this... a dream or reality?
He Man put on a coat and walked out of the tent. He heard the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, and saw the shadowy figures in the wilderness in the distance. He finally realized that the Han army was really coming.
The clatter of horse hooves rumbled like thunder, and every thump was like a hammer hitting He Man's nerves. "Enemy attack!"

A personal guard near the tent shouted loudly, but many Yellow Turban soldiers were still fast asleep, and even those who were awake and walked out of the tent were bleary-eyed.

It was the Yin hour, the time when people slept the deepest. Even the soldiers on duty outside the camp were leaning on their spears, their consciousness hazy.

However, the rumbling sound of galloping horses in the dark wilderness gently awakened their sleeping hearts like the sound of golden drums. Many people even looked around blankly, until Sun Jian rushed forward with a horse spear in his hand and knocked over a soldier who happened to be blocking the road. Only then did many people react.

"Enemy attack!"

"The Han army is coming!"

The sounds of enemy attacks spread throughout the Yellow Turban camp, and even the warning cries could be heard in several other camps.

However, the Han army had already rushed into the camp. When Sun Jian led his cavalry into the camp, few people dared to block the horses' hooves.

After all, these Yellow Turban troops were just a mob.

If their side won a great victory, they would follow and kill the fleeing Han army, stripping their armor and weapons from them as their trophies, and then rush into mansions and forts with the large army to rob money.

But if their side shows signs of decline, they will flee without hesitation.

Once the thought of escaping comes into play, this feeling of fear and panic will be like a flood and will completely swallow up the courage of everyone around you.

He Man rode a horse with the help of his personal guards. His usual fierceness was completely gone from his face. No matter how brave he was, it was impossible for him to fight with the Han army when the whole army was in chaos.

In the chaos of the army, Sun Jian led 800 cavalrymen to charge everywhere. In this camp where not even barricades were set up, the cavalrymen were almost like entering an empty land.

The Yellow Turban Army in this camp had no cavalry, and it was easy to distinguish between friend and foe. Just as Sun Jian was charging, he suddenly saw several people in linen clothes riding horses not far away fleeing towards the camp gate.

The sharp-eyed Sun Jian immediately spurred his horse and rushed forward.

He didn't know who that person was, but he knew that there were very few horses in the Yellow Turban Army, and the one who could ride a horse was at least a small leader of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Wu Jun Sun Wentai is here, the bandit chieftain shall be put to death!"

Astonished, He Man subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that the Han general rushing towards him was so similar to the man who chopped off his head in his dream.

However, he was not wearing a red cloak like the man in the dream, and the warhorse he rode was not red either, and he was much shorter than the man in the dream.

See, he's so short that he can't even reach his knees.

Oh, it turned out that I was the one who was picked up by him with the lance.

It’s okay, it’s just a dream, I will wake up soon.

(End of this chapter)