The Three Kingdoms: Home Travel

"All troops, prepare for battle!" Fang Yue roared. He understood that the real battle was just beginning.

The Yellow Turban army had entered the firing range of the Xuzhou elite troops in the trenches. Although Fang Yue had told several generals to use volley fire, under the pressure, most of the arrows were fired horizontally.

With a series of thuds, arrows were immediately found stuck to the wooden planks at the front of the dozens of strange grain carts. Only a few arrows hit the back of the carts, causing some casualties.

"How am I supposed to explain this to you! Launch it!" Fang Yue roared angrily.

This shout had a significant impact; the soldiers' morale immediately plummeted. Already under pressure from the Yellow Turban army's morale, they were now even more demoralized.

"Listen to my command!" Fang Yue snatched a bow from a soldier beside her, nocked an arrow, and drew it.

The soldiers followed Fang Yue's movements under the command of their general.

"Release it!" Fang Yue shouted again.

Zhang Yan narrowed her eyes and saw arrows raining down from the sky. They were not shooting horizontally as usual. How much power could arrows shot into the sky have?

But he immediately understood just how powerful this shooting method was.

To his disbelief, the ground near the dozens of grain carts was riddled with arrows, and many Yellow Turban elite soldiers were pinned to the ground and killed.

"Surprisingly, there are such tactics!" Zhang Yan frowned, looking at the wailing soldiers with heartache. But how could they retreat at a time like this?

Attack! Attack!

As long as we capture Xuzhou!

At the same time, Zhang Niujiao learned that Zhang Yan was launching a strong attack on the East Gate, and immediately ordered the other three gates to cooperate. Instantly, Xuzhou was thrown into chaos, with the cries of those dying everywhere.

"Second team! Go!" At this moment, the grain carts behind also arrived. Seeing that the grain carts were in place, Zhang Yan immediately dispatched the second team. This team had no weapons and no armor. What exactly did he want to do?

The answer came immediately: the grain carts behind were loaded with bags of dry soil. His idea was the same as Jiang Zhe's—to fill in a road.

The projectiles caused heavy casualties among the Yellow Turbans, but the first trench was filled in. The frenzied Yellow Turbans charged at the Xuzhou soldiers in the first trench like wolves.

The Yellow Turban Army's strength was finally demonstrated at this moment; two soldiers from Xuzhou could only hold off one enemy.

When they received fatal wounds, those crazed warriors chose to perish together, a sight that sent chills down the spines of everyone who witnessed it.

Are the Yellow Turban Army really that vicious?

The annihilation of over a hundred elite Xuzhou soldiers in the first trench was not only a major loss for Xuzhou, but their deaths also instilled fear in the soldiers behind them when they saw the Yellow Turban Army's madness, causing Fang Yue to shake his head in disbelief.

"Beat the drums! Beat the drums!" Jiang Zhe shouted from the top of the city wall. At this moment, strategies and such are just nonsense. What matters is people!

"Boom boom boom!" The drumbeats grew louder and louder.

The elite soldiers of Xuzhou turned around slightly and were surprised to see the learned and talented Jiang Zhe personally beating the drum to cheer them on, which immediately boosted their morale.

"All soldiers!" Fang Yue shouted in a deep voice, "The fate of Xuzhou, the fate of its people, rests in your hands! Spearmen, follow me to meet the enemy!"

Fang Yue's words struck the Xuzhou elite soldiers like a thunderbolt, their minds filled with only Jiang Zhe's words: "To exchange one's own death for the life of one's loved ones!"

"Kill!" Seeing the strange grain cart getting closer and closer, a squad leader roared, gripped his spear, and led several men to charge forward.

This charge caused Zhang Yan to panic. The teams sent out in front were only meant to fill in the gaps, and even the archer team was still some distance away, let alone the ones right next to her.

"Spearmen, charge!" Zhang Yan also dispatched spearmen. When the chevaux-de-frise were dismantled and the second trench was filled in, the previous two hundred swordsmen were also wiped out by the Xuzhou army's counterattack.

The elite troops of Xuzhou, having gained the upper hand, pressed their advantage. Seeing that the Yellow Turbans filling the pits were unarmed, they attacked them en masse. However, they had seriously underestimated the fervor of the Yellow Turban soldiers. For their great and wise teacher, for their ideals, what did it matter if they died?

For every two unarmed Yellow Turbans killed, the Xuzhou army had to pay the price of one man. This indomitable military spirit made Jiang Zhe tremble all over.

Is this the Yellow Turban Army? The strength of the strongest army in the world?

"Teacher... things have come to this point, should we abandon the trenches..." Chen Deng couldn't bear to watch any longer and said in a low voice.

"Sound the retreat..." Jiang Zhe sighed, but continued to beat the drum in his hand.

"They've retreated!" Zhang Yan naturally heard the retreat signal, and a slight smile appeared on her usually stern face.

However, at this moment, something strange happened.

The elite troops from Xuzhou seemed not to hear the gong, roaring as they charged towards the Yellow Turbans, catching the somewhat disorganized Yellow Turban army off guard.

"Huh?" Chen Deng clearly noticed this strange situation.

"Retreat?" Jiang Zhe looked at the soldiers below and immediately understood, just as he had said, "Retreat? Retreat to where?"

One after another, Xuzhou soldiers were losing their lives on this meat grinder-like battlefield.

Fang Yue was so frustrated that after killing a few Yellow Turbans, she glanced in Zhang Yan's direction and headed straight for him.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yan snorted coldly from a distance.

"General, watch out!" someone shouted.

Fang Yue glanced at the sky and her eyes narrowed instantly. A barrage of Yellow Turban fire came hurtling towards them like a torrential downpour.

Just as he was getting anxious, he was suddenly tackled to the ground, and then he felt the person on his back tremble.

Jiang Zhe slammed his hand heavily on the boulder of the city wall, looked at the devastation below, and quietly dropped the drumstick in his hand.

Seeing that there was no more movement, Fang Yue slowly got up and looked at the few elite soldiers from Xuzhou who were blocking the arrows for her. Her eyes welled up with tears.

"General..." A soldier from Xuzhou, still breathing, struggled to reach out his hand to Fang Yue, "You...you must...you must...protect...Xuzhou...my...my wife is there..."

Before he could finish speaking, the soldier from Xuzhou suddenly stopped breathing.

"Roar!" Fang Yue gripped the Xuzhou soldier's hand tightly, roaring in anguish. Although he was from Hanoi, he was here, training, drinking, and being punished alongside these soldiers, as close as brothers. Now...

He suddenly stood up, gripped a large knife, and roared in Zhang Yan's direction, "Zhang Zi'an! I will never let you live under the same sky!"

Of the original seven trenches, five have now been filled in. Zhang Yan, leading his troops on their way, scoffed upon hearing this, "I've heard that kind of talk countless times!"

The Xuzhou troops in the last two trenches were mostly archers and crossbowmen, not very effective in close combat. Fang Yue was furious, but remained calm. He waved his hand and said, "Retreat!"

The three hundred-odd elite soldiers from Xuzhou glanced at the fallen soldiers of Baoze, hardened their hearts, and left the trenches.

The city gates of Xuzhou have been open for a full half hour, and only now are they being put to use.

Jiang Zhe stared blankly at the scene below, his expression unreadable, but seeing this, Chen Deng still dared not approach him.

Fang Yue and three hundred archers retreated into Xuzhou City, and the east gate of Xuzhou City was immediately closed and the drawbridge was raised.

Zhang Yan checked his losses and was shocked to find that a total of 1,300 of his Yellow Turban elites had been killed in battle.

If we exclude the approximately five hundred unarmed Yellow Turbans, there are still eight hundred left!

How could the soldiers from Xuzhou manage to exchange one for one?

This is something I've never encountered before!

However, Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief as he finally managed to clear the road to Xuzhou. He still had more than 4,000 men, while the eastern gate of Xuzhou was clearly understaffed, and the other three gates were even more so. The fall of Xuzhou was just around the corner!

Seeing the dejected Xuzhou soldiers who had retreated into Xuzhou, Jiang Zhe descended the city wall, saluted them, and then said sternly, "Our army has not yet been defeated, why are you behaving like this?!"

The Xuzhou soldiers raised their heads and stared straight at Jiang Zhe.

"Now... we are not fighting for Xuzhou, for the people, for our loved ones! We are fighting for the many compatriots who have died! Do you want them to die with regrets?"

"We swear to defend Xuzhou to the death!"

"We swear to defend Xuzhou to the death!"

The shouts were deafening and the momentum was high, which greatly puzzled Zhang Yan outside the city.

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