People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 375 Helpless
"According to the scouts, they learned a few days ago that there was a brief battle in Xuchang, but Zhao Yun's troops had already withdrawn from Xuchang at that time. So this battle can only be a civil war among the enemy. As for who is fighting whom and why, it is unknown."

The Yellow Turban camp was bustling with activity, with the civilians and soldiers either building the camp or performing defense duties; everything was going on in an orderly manner. On the newly-built watchtower, Wang Dang was looking into the distance with a telescope while listening to Zhang Rao reporting intelligence.

Upon learning that the coalition forces of the princes had once had a civil war, Wang Dang paused in his movement of looking around with the telescope. This was a very unexpected thing for him.

"Is there such a thing?" Wang Dang put down the telescope and couldn't help wondering, "They dared to fight among themselves at this critical moment of the war. Do they look down on us Yellow Turbans?"

Zhang Rao shrugged and laughed: "This is not something I know, but it is a good thing for us."

Wang Dang pondered for a moment and observed through the telescope again. After another look, he understood a doubt he had before. The coalition forces of the princes were clearly at the edge of Xuchang City, but they chose to set up camp outside the city to defend against the enemy. This was obviously unreasonable.

Since they were fighting among themselves, then it all makes sense.

Moreover, Wang Dang could also tell from the layout of the coalition forces' camp that they were guarding against enemies both inside and outside Xuchang City, which showed that Xuchang City and the coalition forces were in a hostile relationship at that time.

Guan Hai on the other side also stepped forward and smiled at the coalition camp in the distance: "This is a good opportunity, we must seize it, but I don't know how to use it."

Wang Dang slowly put away the telescope, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Our army's strength is already superior, there is no need to play tricks, just fight the way we should!"

Guan Hai nodded immediately and began to rub his fists: "Zhao Yun has made great contributions in this battle, but we have suffered setbacks at the hands of the enemy before. How can this be allowed? Now we finally have a chance to turn the tables. We must achieve results no matter what. We can't let that guy take all the credit."

Speaking of this matter, Wang Dang's expression was serious. The loss he suffered at the hands of the coalition forces before was indeed something he could not accept.

"Set up camp today, cook at 5 a.m. tomorrow, and attack at daybreak!"

After a night, everything was very calm, but this calm was only the prelude to the storm. Both the Yellow Turbans, who had already formulated an offensive plan, and the coalition forces on the defensive side, understood that a great war was about to come.

However, the coalition forces now not only have to deal with the external threat of the Yellow Turbans, but also the internal worry of the emperor's rebellion. With the city of Xuchang watching nearby, this battle will not be an easy one for the coalition forces no matter what.

Despite this, the coalition forces had no choice but to engage in battle.

As the sky gradually brightened the next day, accompanied by fierce drumbeats and trumpet sounds, the Yellow Turban army launched a mighty attack on the allied camp.

The Yellow Turbans had no idea what exactly happened within the coalition of princes, but judging from the results, they were able to force the main force of the coalition to abandon the city and set up camps in the wild, which had already given the Yellow Turbans a big enough opportunity. Compared to attacking a city, a camp was obviously easier to deal with.

This time, the coalition forces had no chance to repeat their previous attack on the baggage train. The Yellow Turban army was coming in droves, and they could only fight back head-on. However, on the front battlefield, the gap in strength between the two sides' armies was also vividly reflected.

The battlefield was covered with flying sand and rocks, and the allied forces' arrows blocked out the sun, but they had little effect in front of the armor-covered Yellow Turban Iron Legion.

It was not until the two sides came into close combat and the front lines were fully connected that fierce hand-to-hand combat began to unfold, but this was destined to be an unfair battle.

The coalition forces with low armor rate had only one feeling when fighting against the Yellow Turbans, that is, powerlessness.

The Yellow Turbans' front row of sword and shield soldiers were almost completely covered in steel. When they stood forward, they became a solid wall that could sweep away everything while retreating, standing still like a mountain. This first line of battle alone was enough to make the coalition forces' scalps numb.

When fighting, they had to face the torture of the combination of Yellow Turban Crossbows and Long Halberds at all times. Once the war started, the soldiers of the coalition forces fell down in large numbers.

Often the coalition forces would lose three or four soldiers, but they could not get rid of a single Yellow Turban. Fortunately, although the armies of the various princes were not as elite and strong as the Yellow Turbans, they were not too weak either. With their large numbers, they were able to hold out in the fierce battle.

As the battle continued, Cao Cao and a group of generals of the coalition forces became more and more silent, and their faces became more and more unsightly, as they remembered their fear of the Yellow Turbans again.

Liu Xie, who was standing on the top of the city wall of Xuchang and watching the battle from beginning to end, also watched without saying a word.

"The Yellow Turbans are the best in the world, but it's a pity that they don't belong to me."

It was not until after a long battle, when both sides slowed down their fighting pace, that Liu Xie relaxed and let out a light breath.

But the look he gave the Yellow Turbans was filled with envy and jealousy.

If this army belonged to the Han Dynasty and to themselves, reviving the Han Dynasty would no longer be an illusory dream.

Fu Xie on the side remained silent. He was one of those who had followed the Yellow Turbans all the way, so of course he knew the secret of their strength. In fact, there was no trick involved, and many people could do it as long as they were willing to learn.

But this path is also the most difficult to learn. At least the nobles and powerful people in the world will not choose to follow the path of the Yellow Turbans.

"If we continue fighting like this, I'm afraid the coalition forces will lose." Liu Xie was not stupid, he could still see the situation. After sighing, he became worried.

Fu Xie was more certain than he was: "The coalition forces will definitely lose this battle, it's just a matter of time."

Liu Xie was silent for a long time: "If the coalition forces lose, what should we do?"

Fu Xie glanced at Liu Xie and said calmly: "If the coalition forces lose, your majesty will also lose. Our army only has more than 20,000 soldiers. Although we can defend the city, there is no point in holding on to an isolated city."

Liu Xie understood this. He knew that the same thing would happen in reverse. If the coalition forces won, Xuchang would not be able to be defended either.

There is indeed no hope in defending an isolated city, and the final result can only be death in the city.

To some extent, he was just making a dying struggle now. He had already lost when the coalition forces raised the banner of purging the emperor's side and rejected him.

Is it really a sure loss?
On the battlefield in the distance, you can see the armies of both sides separated, taking a break after a long and fierce battle, but this is just both sides accumulating energy for the next more intense battle.

Liu Eu looked at the battlefield with determination, his eyes still filled with reluctance. He had finally felt some of the joy of being an emperor, and he had just taken the first step in his cause of supporting the Han Dynasty. He did not want to interrupt.

"I can't just stand there and watch. Since I'll lose no matter who wins, let's not let them decide the winner!"

Liu Xie placed his hands on the parapet and looked at Fu Xie with gritted teeth: "We have to join this battle. We will fight whoever is stronger. In short, we have to let them keep fighting like this. When both of them are defeated, we will have a chance!"

Although Fu Xie understood that it was extremely ignorant and ridiculous to try to play with the balance of war without the corresponding strength, he finally nodded and accepted the order.

He could no longer see any hope of a comeback. He was doomed to lose no matter what. It didn't matter what posture the emperor used to make his final struggle. He just had to obey him.

(End of this chapter)