People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 582 Desperate Situation
It was not only Zhao Yun who calmed down, but also Liu Bei. Although the two had good memories at the beginning and Zhao Yun was a general that Liu Bei liked very much, unfortunately, the two of them finally parted ways.

Apart from sighing inwardly that it would have been better if Zhao Yun had not been captured by the Yellow Turbans, he had no other thoughts.

After his eyes sharpened, he took a deep breath and led his troops forward.

Zhao Yun also showed no mercy and calmly collided with Liu Bei's army. Spears and sharp swords collided and danced, and for a moment Liu Bei was able to barely fight Zhao Yun.

After all, Liu Bei also started his career on the battlefield. Even if he was not as powerful as Zhao Yun, he was not a weakling. With the protection of the elite troops around him, he would not be defeated immediately.

At this time, the elite Shu troops surrounding Liu Bei all had red eyes and rushed forward one after another. No matter how powerful the enemy they faced, they could fight and die for Liu Bei without reservation.

This is the charm brought by Liu Bei's benevolence and righteousness, which makes the soldiers willing to follow him and even sacrifice their lives.

However, their opponents, the Yellow Turbans, were also not afraid of death. That was a belief that was more grand and purer. So although the Wu and Shu armies pushed forward with all their might, they could not break down the Yellow Turban defense line. Being able to advance slowly was already the limit of what the Wu and Shu soldiers could do.

The intense pressure was transmitted to the entire camp. This was the most tragic moment since the battle between the two sides. Not only did the Wu and Shu soldiers fall one after another, but even the Yellow Turbans also suffered continuous casualties in the face of the powerful offensive of Wu and Shu.

Although Wu and Shu can now barely tie with the Yellow Turbans with their best combat power, both Liu Bei and Sun Quan feel tragic in their hearts.

Every time one of their elite soldiers died, they would have one less, but the Yellow Turbans' soldiers could be replenished continuously. The scary thing was that the combat power of the entire Yellow Turban army was very evenly distributed, and the thickness of the combat power completely made them despair.

The current situation may seem okay, but in fact it is the last glory of Wu and Shu.

All Liu Bei could do was fight until the last moment.

As time passed, the gap in fighting power between him and Zhao Yun became more and more obvious. After more than ten rounds of fighting, Liu Bei had several external wounds on his body, but he was not afraid at all and continued to fight bloody battles with Zhao Yun.

However, every time he fought with Zhao Yun, he found it difficult to withstand the powerful, agile and tricky silver spear.

At the beginning he could still barely fight back, but now, whenever they fought, he would be pushed back several steps by Zhao Yun, his whole body numb. When he was about to lose his balance and fall, a cold light quickly appeared in his eyes.

"Am I going to die?"

At this moment, it seemed as if the heaven and earth had stopped. Countless thoughts flew through Liu Bei's mind. Complex emotions surged up in an instant, and in the end, they converged into only one strong desire.

It would be great if there was no Xu Chen in this world.
If Xu Chen had not been there, Zhao Yun in front of him might have become his favorite general. If Xu Chen had not been there, his second and third brothers would have been able to continue fighting. If Xu Chen had not been there, his desire to support the Han Dynasty would still be fulfilled.

Liu Bei was completely overwhelmed by the strong unwillingness to die before his ambitions were fulfilled.

However, many things in the world are not as expected, and Liu Bei can't change anything. He can only watch the tip of the gun in his field of vision quickly enlarge, and then the world suddenly turns bloody, and his consciousness sinks into depravity.

Liu Bei, who claimed to be the successor of the Han Dynasty, eventually died on the battlefield. This was perhaps a decent ending for him.

Looking at Liu Bei falling to the ground with a thud, Zhao Yun retracted his silver spear and just sighed.

In fact, Zhao Yun could have cut off Liu Bei's head at this time, and then held the head of the king of Shu Han high to persuade him to surrender, thereby demoralizing the enemy and ending the battle. However, the two had a friendship after all, and their positions on the battlefield could not be changed, so they could only fight to the death. Since Liu Bei was already dead, Zhao Yun really couldn't bear to mutilate his body, so he gave Liu Bei the last dignity.

At the same time, Sun Quan on the other side was in a not much better situation. In front of him was another fierce general of the Yellow Turbans, Taishi Ci.

How could Sun Quan, who lived a life of luxury, be a match for a powerful general like Taishi Ci? After the two armies collided, he was swept away by Taishi Ci's powerful attack in just a few moves. Then his entire body could not be maintained, and his weaknesses were completely exposed to Taishi Ci's eyes.

"Hmph, a loser like this dares to fight with me. He overestimates his own abilities!" Taishi Ci raised the corner of his mouth, snorted coldly, and swung out the pistol in his hand to take Sun Quan's life.

Seeing that his life and death were at stake, Sun Quan had no time to feel angry about Taishi Ci's contempt and humiliation of him, but was filled with fear.

At this moment, all the hairs on his body stood up. Facing death, he could not be as calm as Liu Bei.

But perhaps it was not his destiny to die, for at this critical moment, a man rushed out from the chaos, and with a ding sound, he swept away Taishi Ci's pistol with a sword, saving Sun Quan's life at the critical moment.

After the crisis of death was resolved, Sun Quan suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if stagnant water had melted and solid rock had shattered. It was the body's instinctive feeling of joy at surviving a calamity.

However, after this moment of instinctive excitement, Sun Quan felt a strong sense of fear.

I nearly died.
The feeling of being on the verge of death was so horrible that he never wanted to experience it again in his life.

Perhaps it was because his fear reached an extreme that it aroused Sun Quan's emotions, making him crazy. He picked up his sword and continued to kill forward, fighting side by side with Zhou Yu who saved him.

Taishi Ci is certainly a top-notch general, but Zhou Yu, as a true elite of the aristocracy, naturally has martial arts skills and can fight Taishi Ci on equal terms. In addition, Sun Quan also joins the battle at this time, and Taishi Ci begins to have a hard time coping.

Once the fight between the generals cannot immediately determine the winner, the situation will depend more on the contest between the soldiers of both sides. At this time, the elite Wu army burst out with the strongest wave of combat power, and also slightly suppressed the Yellow Turbans. As the battle progressed, they finally forced the Yellow Turbans back a lot.

Even so, Zhou Yu did not think he had any hope of killing Taishi Ci, so after forcing the enemy back with one move, he pulled Sun Quan back into the army formation.

"Your Majesty, please do not be impulsive. You should stay in the rear and maintain morale!"

Zhou Yu was covered in blood, but he was still calm at this time. Although the situation had reached a dead end, he did not accept his fate and still adhered to his mission.

After hearing this, Sun Quan's mood finally eased a little, but after taking a look at the battle front, he collapsed and smiled bitterly.

Although the elite troops of Wu and Shu can still hold off the Yellow Turbans, in such a fierce battle, these elite troops will soon be used up, and this battle is almost coming to an end.

"What's the use? We've already lost," Sun Quan sighed, looking quite hopeless.

Zhou Yu knocked on Sun Quan's shoulder and said, "Your Majesty, my last move has not yet been made. We are not in despair yet!"

(End of this chapter)