Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

Three days later, in Taishan County, outside Fenggao City.

The endless camps stretched across the plains like a boundless ocean. Countless yellow turban flags fluttered in the wind, seemingly endless. The camp was a cacophony of voices, a chaotic cacophony that blended together to create a chilling soundscape.

This was the main force of the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou.

They claimed to number a million, but in reality, there were four or five hundred thousand gathered here. Although most of them were the elderly, women, and children, the hundreds of thousands of able-bodied men wielding simple weapons, when brought together, formed a force that would make any warlord take notice.

Inside the central command tent of the Yellow Turban Army, several Yellow Turban leaders were sitting together, discussing their next move.

"Brother, our scouts report that Cao Cao really only brought a little over 30,000 men, yet he dares to attack us?" A chieftain with a scar on his face said in a deep voice, his tone full of disdain.

"Hmph, a eunuch's descendant, utterly ignorant of his own limitations!" another tall, thin chieftain sneered. "Does he think that defeating that good-for-nothing Yu Du makes him a match for the entire Yellow Turban Rebellion of Qingzhou? What a pipe dream!"

Seated in the main seat was the chief leader of the Yellow Turbans of Qingzhou. He had no name and called himself "General of Heaven," clearly intending to inherit Zhang Jiao's mantle. His face was sallow, but his eyes revealed a fanatical and ruthless glint.

"We must not underestimate him." He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse. "I have heard that there is a fierce general in Cao Cao's army named Zhang Ziqian. It was he who killed Yu Du in battle and also captured Dingtao City. This man is probably not easy to deal with."

"Brother, you're overthinking it!" the scarred-faced chieftain said dismissively. "What fierce general? It's just a rumor, mostly exaggeration. No matter how fierce he is, how many arms and legs does he have? We have hundreds of thousands of troops here! One spit from each of them could drown him!"

"That's right! We have the Heavenly God's Water protecting us, making us invulnerable to swords and spears! What's there to be afraid of!"

The leaders inside the tent began to clamor again, each one arrogant and conceited, completely disregarding Cao Cao. In their eyes, victory was already in their grasp.

The Grand Commander frowned. Although he felt something was amiss, seeing the high morale of his troops, he didn't say anything more. He nodded and said, "In that case, tomorrow morning, the entire army will attack! Let's seize the opportunity, crush Cao Cao's camp, and capture Cao Cao alive!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Inside the tent, a frenzied roar erupted.

They had no idea that annihilation was about to befall them.

On a hillside a few dozen miles from the Yellow Turban camp, Zhang Ziqian was riding his horse, looking idly at the endless camp in the distance.

Behind him stood Cao Chun's 5,000 elite cavalry, each with a solemn expression and high fighting spirit.

"General Zhang, that's the Yellow Turban camp." Cao Chun pointed into the distance and said in a deep voice, "Our lord's army is still thirty miles behind us. According to the plan, we should wait until dark before launching a night attack and take their central command tent directly."

"A night raid? Too much trouble." Zhang Ziqian curled his lip.

He had been playing games all night and was feeling sleepy; he had no energy left to wait until dark.

"The sooner we finish, the sooner we can call it a day and go home to sleep." He yawned, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "No more waiting, let's get going!"

"Now?!" Cao Chun exclaimed in surprise. "General, it's daytime! We only have five thousand men. If we charge straight in like this, they'll spot us! Then, hundreds of thousands of troops will surround us, and we...we won't be able to escape!"

"So what if they found out?" Zhang Ziqian said nonchalantly. "What's there to be afraid of? It's just a few hundred thousand people."

As he spoke, he pulled a steaming lotus leaf package from a bag beside the saddle. This was "military rations" that the cook had specially prepared for him before the journey.

He quickly tore open the lotus leaf, revealing the fragrant beggar's chicken inside.

"You guys wait here, I'll be right back."

As Zhang Ziqian spoke, he took the enormous Yu King Spear off the horse and held it in one hand.

"General! What...where are you going?" Cao Chun had a very bad feeling as he looked at him.

Zhang Ziqian turned around, grinned at him, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Of course, we're going to fight."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Cao Chun's reaction, he spurred his horse's belly with both legs, and the warhorse beneath him shot off like an arrow, transforming into a black lightning bolt, charging alone towards the boundless Yellow Turban camp.

"..."

Cao Chun and the five thousand cavalrymen behind him were all dumbfounded.

What...what is he going to do?

He wants to charge into a camp of hundreds of thousands of people all by himself?!

crazy!

He must be insane!

"General! Come back! Danger!!" Cao Chun shouted hoarsely, his voice trembling.

However, Zhang Ziqian was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed hundreds of meters away, leaving only a smaller and smaller figure behind.

"What do we do? Captain, what do we do?" The adjutant beside him was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Cao Chun's face turned pale, then red.

He thought of Baimapo and Dingtao City.

An absurd idea suddenly popped into his mind.

Maybe... he really can?

"Stand by! No one is to attack without my order!" Cao Chun gritted his teeth and gave the order.

He stared intently at the tiny figure in the distance, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Today, he may witness with his own eyes a miracle that only exists in mythology.

Zhang Ziqian's speed was incredible. The sentries on the outskirts of the Yellow Turban camp only saw a blur before a dark figure swept past them, and before they could even raise the alarm, he had already rushed into the camp.

Upon entering the camp, Zhang Ziqian felt as if he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

Countless Yellow Turban soldiers poured out of the camps from all directions. When they saw him, a man dressed in fine armor who was clearly an enemy soldier, they were first stunned, then let out excited roars and surrounded him like a tide.

"He's a spy for Cao Cao's army! Capture him!"

"Kill him! Cut off his head and claim the reward!"

In their eyes, this guy who barged in all by himself was just a fool who came to his death.

Looking at the dense crowd surging in from all directions, Zhang Ziqian showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he revealed a hint of excitement.

"Good thing! Saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one!"

He stuffed the beggar's chicken in his hand into his mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.

Then, he moved.

The Yu King's Spear in his hand moved.

The massive spear, weighing hundreds of kilograms, seemed weightless in his hands, transforming into a black whirlwind of death.

"call--"

He simply swung the spear in a half-circle.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye and carrying a terrifying force, spread outwards from him.

Any Yellow Turban soldiers hit by this shockwave, whether men, horses, or tents, were instantly torn to pieces.

"boom!"

Centered on Zhang Ziqian, a vacuum zone was instantly cleared within a ten-meter radius. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs rained down like rain.

At least a hundred people were killed on the spot by that single blow!

At this moment, an eerie silence fell over the entire noisy Yellow Turban camp.

Everyone was stunned by the hellish scene before them.

They stared at the man standing in the middle of the pool of blood, half a chicken still dangling from his mouth, their eyes filled with disbelief and utter terror.

What is that? Sorcery?

Zhang Ziqian spat out the chicken bone in his mouth, hoisted the still-dripping Yuwang Spear onto his shoulder, glanced around at the stunned Yellow Turban soldiers, and grinned.

"Excuse me, may I bother you?"

"You are all surrounded by me alone."