People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 53 Win Win Win (Happy New Year Everyone!!!)
It was not surprising to Zou Jing that the noble families in the city suffered a disaster. This was the style of the Yellow Turbans all along. He could only express sympathy for this, after all, it was not his own family who died.

Every family was willing to donate supplies for the government troops to suppress the bandits and take revenge, and of course I was willing to accept them. After taking other people's things, I had to comfort them.

After exactly half an hour of rest time, Zou Jing led three or four hundred soldiers slowly into the city.

After entering, he saw no pedestrians on the streets, but he did not think much about it. At this time, the Yellow Turban bandits had just left the city, and the people were probably still frightened and did not dare to move.

Looking not far away, it was the Fanyang Vegetable Market. There were decapitated corpses and heads scattered all over the ground. A strong smell of blood wafted into the air, which made Zou Jing's heart shudder.

He naturally understood that this was the work of the Yellow Turbans. These corpses must have belonged to the wealthy families in the city. The Yellow Turbans left in a hurry and did not even clean up.

When about three hundred people filed in, the door of the originally quiet house in the back suddenly opened, and countless bald yellow turbans rushed out from inside, and then quickly closed the city gate.

The sudden change made all the officers and soldiers stunned for a moment. When Zou Jing turned around and saw this scene, his brain was a little stuck. He didn't react until the city gate was completely closed.

"Oh no, we've been tricked. Let's rush back to the city gate!"

Zou Jing was so scared that he had no time to think about what went wrong. His first reaction was to evacuate the city gate immediately.

But when he led his troops to attack the city gate, he saw bald heads popping up everywhere in the city, and the whole street was suddenly filled with shouts of killing. Zou Jing's hundreds of troops were surrounded in an instant.

Although they were elite soldiers of the Han Dynasty, all their struggles were in vain as they were overwhelmed by thousands of equally brave Yellow Turbans.

After a short period of siege, the officers and soldiers could not withstand the pressure soon. The army was defeated and surrendered one after another. Before Zou Jing could recover from the shock, he saw a ferocious man riding towards him.

As the blade quickly enlarged in his eyes, Zou Jing felt a chill on his neck, and then the world turned upside down and he lost consciousness.

Wang Dang grinned, took out a spear, and stabbed it into Zou Jing's head, then turned his horse's head to look at the city gate and shouted loudly.

"Open the city gates and kill them all!"

The Yellow Turbans echoed in unison, raising their swords and ready to go. As the city gates reopened, everyone rushed out like a rushing stream.

The noise of the fighting in the city had already alarmed the army that was resting outside. Although they didn't know the true situation in the city, even a fool would know that they had fallen into an ambush.

The worst thing was that the one who was ambushed happened to be the commander of the army. The troops outside were confused and panicked. They didn't know what to do. They didn't know whether they should attack the city to rescue people or stay on guard.

In the end, it was Liu Bei who was smart. He stood up and tried to command the army at this critical moment. However, he was just a militia leader and could not command the regular soldiers at all.

They were still hesitating and struggling, but the Yellow Turbans inside would not give them too much time. The battle in the city ended very quickly, and Wang Dang led the huge Yellow Turbans to rush out.

Wang Dang was seen holding Zou Jing's head high, with hundreds of cavalrymen on both sides, running freely in front of the officers and soldiers' formation, roaring loudly.

"Your commander is dead. If you want to live, kneel down and surrender. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!" The simple and straightforward threat made all the officers and soldiers panic. The death of the commander directly caused the morale of the army to collapse. Suddenly facing the choice of surrender or death made them even more confused.

When the black mass of Yellow Turbans assembled outside the city and were ready to charge, the government troops suddenly fell into chaos, and the tense atmosphere of war further intensified their panic.

Although the middle and low-level officers below kept shouting and trying to stabilize the situation, the lack of an absolute commander made it impossible to effectively rally and control the morale of the army.

Soon, the Yellow Turbans launched a charge. Their powerful momentum made the officers and soldiers turn pale. Many of them had lost their will to fight and threw away their weapons. The main general died before the battle, which was a devastating blow to the morale of the army.

Liu Bei only took a look at the situation of the army and his heart sank to the bottom. After sighing with a bitter face, he looked at Guan and Zhang on his left and right.

"The defeat of our army cannot be reversed. I'm afraid we have to consider preserving ourselves. Let's gather our soldiers and break out..."

Liu Bei felt unwilling and helpless. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans in Youzhou had already been pacified, but why was it so difficult to deal with such a small group of only a few thousand Yellow Turbans?
Are we just going to watch this Yellow Turban gang slowly grow into a scourge for the Han Dynasty?

He only hated his lowly status now. Even if he wanted to do something, he was powerless. If he were a powerful official today, would he be able to reverse this crisis?
Reality would not change because of Liu Bei's ideas. The war soon started, and the situation did collapse as he expected.

The officers and soldiers had come all the way here and had no time to rest when they heard the tragic news of their commander's death. Faced with such a state, the Yellow Turbans were torn into pieces in an instant, and then it turned into a one-sided massacre of the Yellow Turbans.

Two thousand infantrymen were tearing and biting each other in the battle formation, and nearly a thousand cavalrymen on the periphery were driving the officers and soldiers like sheep. Once the mood of collapse arose, a chain reaction of surrender began to appear.

In just half an hour, the entire battle was over. Except for the three brothers Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei who led more than a hundred cavalrymen to break out, most of the other officers and soldiers, except those who were not killed, had surrendered.

The noise faded away and the battlefield returned to calm. In the distant land, Xu Chen returned to Fan Yang with hundreds of soldiers and three thousand civilians who had shaved their heads.

The thousands of bald Yellow Turbans who left Fan Yang were disguised as ordinary people, but the victory they won was real.

When Zou Jing led his troops here and did not discover the Yellow Turbans' conspiracy at the first time, the fate of his troops had already been decided.

Whether he chose to directly pursue the majority of the Yellow Turbans disguised as Xu Chen, or to stay here to rest, the exhausted officers and soldiers would be unable to cope with the energetic Yellow Turbans.

Zou Jing also stepped into the Yellow Turbans' death trap, allowing the Yellow Turbans to win the victory at the lowest cost.

When Xu Chen rode into the battlefield on horseback, countless Yellow Turbans began to roar fanatically. Their leader once again brought them a resounding victory.

The more than 2,000 surrendered elite Han soldiers all looked at the young Taoist in fear and panic.

Wang Dang laughed and drove his horse over. He felt the joy he had when the Yellow Turbans started the uprising had returned to him: "Master, we won again."

Xu Chen looked at Zou Jing's head on the ground and nodded: "Yes, we won again. Now that Zou Jing's elite troops have been dealt with, we can go anywhere in Youzhou..."

　I, the leader, am performing a ritual tonight to pray for all my readers, and I hope that you will all have great luck in the coming year, and may you all have harmonious families, smooth relationships, promotions, salary increases, and good health!
　　
　
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