People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 413 Pressure
"Army attack!"

Following Ma Chao's roar, the Xiliang cavalry swarmed out. They covered the battlefield in an instant like a tide. Their powerful and indomitable momentum instantly became the protagonist of this world.

The chaotic and heavy sound of horse hooves, the noisy and angry roars, and the sound of metal clashing.

Blood splattered, flesh and limbs were broken, people kept falling down, but there were also people who struggled to get up and continue to charge. Both sides of the war showed the ultimate willpower of life here. None of them was willing to retreat. All they could see was the front and there was no way to retreat.

Ma Chao took the lead, charging through the battle formation like a lion, charging head-on at the Yellow Turban cavalry.

In a short period of time, the elite cavalry led by Ma Chao completed a staggered charge with the elite cavalry of the Yellow Turbans, and at this moment Ma Chao felt unprecedented pressure, a vague sense of death crisis.

Ma Chao had grown up in a military camp and had lived for more than 20 years, but this was the first time he had such a feeling.

These Yellow Turban cavalrymen, with light and heavy armor, coordinated with each other. Some were cavalry equipped with lances, while others fired crossbows. They maintained a loose but not chaotic formation during their actions. Even their fighting will and combat ability were the best that Ma Chao had ever seen in his life.

Pressure, huge pressure.

Ma Chao never expected that the first time in his life that he felt the threat of death on the battlefield was caused by the Yellow Turbans.

In his eyes, the Yellow Turbans, a peasant uprising, were always just a mob. As a fierce general who grew up in a dangerous place like Xiliang, Ma Chao would never even look at the Yellow Turbans.

But this first encounter shattered all of Ma Chao's arrogance. The Xiliang Iron Cavalry, which had always been invincible, had met its match!

During a charge, he was met with forests of lances and dense crossbows. The Yellow Turban cavalry that he could engage in close combat were all wrapped in heavy armor, and the light cavalry that fired the crossbows were flexible enough under the cover of the heavy cavalry, so he could not get through at all.

Ma Chao had never fought such a frustrating battle. Tall and strong as he was, with a suit of armor and his family's inherited fighting skills, he could easily defeat the enemies on the battlefield.

In this era, soldiers generally lacked armor. A brave general like him, with solid enough armor and a strong body, was like a beast among a group of sheep.

Ancient generals always had some records of defeating many enemies alone and being as good as gods. This is certainly due to beautification and exaggeration, but it must have a certain degree of factual basis. It is not an exaggeration for a brave general like Ma Chao to be able to chop melons and vegetables like a prodigy in an era when the professionalization of soldiers was not high and the rate of wearing armor was also low.

However, his opponent now is no longer the weak opponent as before, but the most powerful Yellow Turban in the world!

After a long battle, Ma Chao felt like he was stuck in a quagmire. Once the enemy was strong enough and had solid armor, he found it very difficult to kill a few soldiers.

He even had a lot of wounds on his body, and there was even a crossbow arrow stuck in the gap of his arm armor.

It was not until a long time later that the army in the rear sent a signal to withdraw. Ma Chao breathed a sigh of relief, then ordered his troops to fight and retreat, and escaped from the battlefield safely.

Ma Chao had just dismounted his horse after returning to the camp and had no time to catch his breath when he saw his father Ma Teng rushing towards him.

"The enemy cavalry is so strong!" Seeing the minor wounds on Ma Chao's body, Ma Teng helped him treat them with heartache, but at the same time he was surprised. He did not expect that his brave and invincible son would be defeated on the battlefield.

Soon, a military doctor came to treat Ma Chao's injury. Ma Chao remained calm and unafraid of the pain. "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing. The Yellow Turbans are indeed strong, but they are definitely not a match for my Xiliang Iron Cavalry!" Ma Chao touched the iron spear beside him, his eyes sharp and cold, and the words "unconvinced" were almost written on his face.

Ma Teng knew that Ma Chao was arrogant, so he did not attack him at this time. Instead, he agreed with what he said: "Although they are strong, they have too few soldiers. If we continue to fight, they will definitely lose. From now on, you just need to be steady and you will win!"

Although Ma Teng's words were very obscure, Ma Chao still understood that he was advising him to be careful, which warmed Ma Chao's heart.

Honestly speaking, even if Ma Teng had not advised him, Ma Chao would not dare to charge forward mindlessly like before. The strength of his opponent did not allow him to be so arrogant. If he continued to fight like this, if he was not careful, even a brave general like him would not be surprised to die on the battlefield.

"Father, you only need to focus on coordinating the battle of the army. Leave the enemy cavalry to me. I will make sure that they cannot make any sound!" After all the wounds were bandaged, Ma Chao stood up, and as he spoke, he had the aura of a crouching tiger.

"Very good, very good. I'll be waiting to see you kill everyone!" Ma Teng laughed.

The battle was not easy, but overall the Allied forces still had a great advantage. The Yellow Turbans and Bingzhou's troops were stretched to the limit to cope with the attacks from Wei and Xiliang, and the three Allied forces would not face too much pressure.

After crossing the Gaonu defense line, there is a vast land of Bingzhou behind. Just thinking about it makes Ma Teng excited.

This time the joint battle went more smoothly than he had imagined. Although the Yellow Turbans were strong, they were not that scary. After dividing Bingzhou, the Ma family would have a chance to take off.

"Have a good rest, and continue the attack tomorrow morning. Don't let them catch their breath for too long!" Ma Teng patted his son's shoulder and was looking forward to tomorrow.

Although Ma Teng's army's offensive was blocked and Ma Chao felt deeply the power of the Yellow Turbans, they still had great confidence in this battle.

At the same time, the situation in the Yellow Turban camp was quite different.

"Bingzhou is going to be lost."

When Wu Li finished speaking, all the generals, big and small, in the military tent remained silent. This was their common judgment.

Like Zhao Yun, the resistance here was only to buy time. The enemy's attack was too sudden, and the Yellow Turbans were unable to react in time. I'm afraid they will have to bear the loss.

"The responsibility for this battle is mine. If I had been sufficiently vigilant and prepared, the situation wouldn't have come to this. After the battle, I will personally ask the leader for forgiveness!"

Wu Li's words were decisive, and he looked at the officers, "But we can only talk about what happens after the war. For now, we should fight the battle in front of us. The loss of Bingzhou is a foregone conclusion. In this case, instead of dispersing our forces and letting the enemy defeat them one by one, I think we can gather all the troops and concentrate on cutting off one of his fingers first!"

When these words were spoken, the eyes of many generals lit up, and they suddenly remembered an intelligence analysis in the army.

Although Ma Teng and Han Sui have formed an alliance, their relationship is not that simple...

(End of this chapter)