Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 676: Three Rivers Converge and Compete
Meng Huo sneered at Wang Ping's stubbornness:
"General Zhao Zilong is under Lord Xuande's command. Last year, he led a thousand cavalrymen to attack tens of thousands of people at night and defeated them."

"Zhang Wenyuan is a brave general under Cao Cao's command. He defeated 100,000 troops under the city of Hefei with only 8,000 men."

"Who can you beat?"

Wang Ping was suddenly speechless.

Unlike the other two passes, this southernmost pass connecting Runan was the first to see any battle results.

Gan Xingba led a hundred riders to rob and kill Cao Cao's camp, while Zhao Zilong led a thousand riders to trample on the camp and bathe in blood.

After this great victory last year, Cao's army took the initiative to retreat and gave up Yiyang and Pingchun.

Gan Xingba was very excited at the time and thought he could easily enter Runan, but in the end it was not as Zhao Yun expected. They found it difficult to advance eastward from Pingyang.

Wen Pin guarded Bei Yichun, Cao Zhen was stationed in Dong Xinxi, and on the flat plains around Anyang and Ni County (Ni is pronounced the same as Meng), roaming were Zhang Liao and his Bingzhou cavalry, and they were the more formidable Bingzhou elite cavalry.

Standing on the top of Yiyang City facing the rising sun, Xiang Chong couldn't let go of the thing called a telescope.

It is said that even under Lord Xuande, only a general who leads an army can have this thing. The one in his hand was lent to him by General Gan Ning because he admired him and his uncle Xiang Lang worked diligently under Lord Xuande.

Recalling General Gan Ning's instructions, Xiang Chong turned the slightly wider side of the mirror opening outwards, then closed his left eye and carefully placed his right eye against the narrow mirror opening.

Just like what I saw when I played with it before, the scenery a thousand steps away seemed to be right in front of me.

The cavalry on both sides in the camera did not show any murderous aura. They were chasing each other on the vast plain. If you didn't know, you might think they were racing horses.

But General Gan once told him that this is how cavalry fights, they urge their horses to try to find the weaknesses in the enemy cavalry formation, while trying to cover up their own weaknesses or not expose them to the enemy.

And in the end, when a fleeting opportunity arises, the outcome of the battle will be decided in a moment.

Xiang Chong remembered that General Gan Ning once said with a little helplessness that General Zhao had fought with Zhang Liao once before and won, but it was a pity that he failed to capture Zhang Liao at that time, and instead learned how to use double stirrups from him.

Whenever General Zhao talked about this, he was full of regret. Then his uncle would comfort General Zhao by saying that although he failed to capture Zhang Liao at the beginning, he was able to save Jingzhou from danger and drive Zhang Liao back to Yuzhou, which was a great achievement.

Xiang Chong felt that his uncle was right, but now he also felt that General Zhao’s helplessness made sense.

After all, he had experienced using double stirrups before. They made his body more stable, allowed him to hold his weapon more firmly, and also saved more effort. Although the advantages in each aspect were not obvious, for these elite cavalrymen, a slight difference might be enough to make the difference between life and death.

Now that General Zhao's Youzhou cavalry and Zhang Liao's Bingzhou cavalry are almost equal, how can they win?

Xiang Chong held the telescope and looked for a while, until his eyes were sore, but he didn't see any actual encounter between the two cavalry units. He immediately felt that there would probably be no result today.

After putting down the telescope, Xiang Chong stretched and suddenly realized: "Why hasn't the fog dissipated yet?"

Now it is the middle of October and autumn has arrived. It is normal to have a little mist in the morning, but it will be quickly dried up when the sun comes out.

The sun has been up for quite a while now, why is there this fog...

Cavalry racing consumes not only the horses' endurance, but also the riders' physical strength.

Leading his athletes to draw an arc again, Zhang Liao's eyes scanned Zhao Yun's route, eager to find his weakness.

The longer it took, the more Zhang Liao wanted to defeat Zhao Yun, the more he thought of the soldiers led by his deputy general who were chopped to pieces by the giant sword.

Turning his horse again, Zhang Liao felt that the smell he smelled seemed to be wrong... He raised his head and looked past Zhao Yun's cavalry that had been haunting him, and in the distance was the morning mist that should have dissipated... No, that was not fog!
In an instant, Zhang Liao remembered the rumor that Guan Yu's cavalry could fly in the clouds, which was circulating among the soldiers on the battlefield after Cao Ren's defeat.

So Zhang Liao almost instinctively reined in his horse and raised his hand to signal a retreat. But before he could utter a word, the cavalry that had been competing with him here for several days rushed forward.

There is no choice. We have obviously fallen into a trap. If we forcefully retreat, we will probably be hunted down and killed. The only way to survive now is to fight to the death!

"Bingzhou Erlang!"

"Roar!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The good general roared like a tiger, and the wolf cavalry of Bingzhou howled and shook the remaining clouds.

Almost at the same time, the cavalry in front of Bingzhouer who were willing to sacrifice their lives to save their men also let out a similar roar.

"Whatever is right!"

"Life and death follow each other!"

The Confucian generals of Zhijiao became powerful and the righteous people of Youzhou followed them to their death.

On top of Yiyang City, Xiang Chong held his breath. The choking mist that was spreading from behind him danced on the camera lens, making the battle he saw more hazy.

He watched as General Zhao, with a rather gentle smile, was the first to charge into the enemy camp, and behind him came the conspicuous General Gan, followed by the Youzhou cavalrymen.

These Youzhou cavalry had been stationed in Yiyang before and had taught him how to ride. They all laughed and said that he was a good candidate for joining the army and asked him if he wanted to serve under General Zhao.

At this moment, Xiang Chong watched helplessly as these men, who might be his comrades, used their chests to block the opponent's spears, and then nailed the long spears in their hands into the opponent's bodies.

Xiang Chong even felt a little regretful. It would have been better if he had agreed directly without considering his uncle's attitude. What would have been a pity if he died with these comrades?

At the same time, there is inevitably a violent anxiety in my heart:

Where are General Guan’s cavalry that can fly in the clouds? Hurry up and save his comrades!
Fortunately, the iron hooves are the drumsticks and the land of the Central Plains is the drumhead.

A dull drumbeat sounded.

If the two elite cavalry from Youzhou and Bingzhou attacking the infantry on the battlefield are like sharp blades and knives.

What about the cavalry in front of me, whose armor seems to be filled with blood and whose iron hooves are covered with mist?

Just like the fire of the Golden Crow, just like the rising sun ending the long night, the sky suddenly becomes bright.

The defense line created by the cavalry, the barrier created by flesh and blood and the forest of spears, was brutally penetrated to create a path.

The winner has been decided and the battle is over.

Just as General Gan said, victory or defeat is just a matter of moments, but this moment is filled with lives and seems particularly long.

Zhang Liao lay on the ground, panting, staring blankly at the sky, not wanting to move anymore.

The sky in my sight gradually became brighter, probably because the inexplicable fog had dissipated. I could hear the battlefield gradually becoming quieter, and along with the sound of armor blades rubbing against each other, a red face covered the sky.

"How long will Wenyuan stay in bed?"

"Yun Chang, please kill me to save my life..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Liao felt himself being pulled up rudely and forced to stand up.

He was also forced to see the corpses of the Bingzhou men whose eyes had lost their spirit, as well as the silver-armored figure in the distance who seemed to be safe and was cleaning the battlefield.

As if he knew his concerns, Guan Yu held his hands tightly, speaking slowly as always, but also reassuring him as always:
"Wenyuan, the expedition against the Han people in Bingzhou has come to an end."

"The chaotic times are about to end. My brother wanted to quell the troubles in the north and secure the border. Why did Wenyuan die here?"

These two sentences made Zhang Liao think for a moment, and then he heard Guan Yu continue:
"Wenyuan fought several battles without sparing his life. He was no different from Wei and Huo to the Han. How could he not pity his death? However, persuading him to surrender would also tarnish Wenyuan's reputation."

"Now that we have been defeated, this battle has nothing to do with Wenyuan. Just promise me that you can rest in Yiyang City for a few days until the outcome of the battle is clear. No matter who wins or loses, I will not stop you from coming and going. How do you think?"

Zhang Liao was extremely confused for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at the Bingzhou men who had dismounted and were still alive. Now that the war was over, there was an undisguised desire for life in their eyes.

So he bowed deeply:
"Yun Chang is very kind to me, and I am grateful to him."

"How dare you disobey?"

Guan Yu also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the trick he learned from his elder brother was indeed quite useful.

After this was said, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield became less solemn.

But looking at the neatly arranged corpses of his men, Zhang Liao couldn't help but feel upset, and then his sight was blocked by a suit of silver armor.

"General Zhang." Zhao Yun cupped his hands.
"The previous small victory relied on the Mo Dao, and this victory relied on General Yunchang. Both were luck."

"Now that the troubled times are coming to an end, one day you and I will decide the winner based on our merits."

Without waiting for Zhang Liao to say anything, Zhao Yun continued:
"After this battle, Lord Xuande will build the Jing'an Temple to commemorate the heroic souls of the Han family and offer blood food."

"The men of Bingzhou will surely be among them, General, don't worry."

After saying this, Zhao Yun turned and left.

Behind him, Zhang Liao covered his face and tried hard to suppress his voice.

Finally, a drop of water flowed down the palm and fell into the pool of blood at the feet.

(End of this chapter)