People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 8 Are You Willing to Surrender?
In the valley, the sound of shouting and killing shook the whole valley. Suddenly, countless Yellow Turbans appeared from the peaks on both sides and rushed down to kill. This made the Han army, who were just happy because they had chased the enemy to a dead end, dumbfounded.

"Oh no, we've been tricked. Retreat to the rear and defend against the enemy immediately!"

When Fu Xie saw this situation, he knew that he was ambushed.

At this time, he had no time to think about why so many Yellow Turbans survived the plague. He could only rely on his experience in leading troops to respond correctly at the critical moment.

Ordinary people know it is difficult to take care of both ends in a fight. As a general, Fu Xie understood this principle even better. He made the decision to retreat as soon as possible while the Yellow Turbans had not yet completed the encirclement.

As long as we retreat to the rear and organize our formation to face the enemy head-on, even if we have fewer soldiers, we are fully capable of engaging in battle!
The Han army was well-trained. As soon as Fu Xie issued the order, they immediately turned around and retreated. However, before they could take any action, they heard the sound of charging from the rear, and they were also surrounded by densely packed Yellow Turbans.

Fu Xie's face darkened, and he suddenly remembered the large number of corpses that were casually discarded in the distance on both sides of the valley during the pursuit. It was obvious that the Yellow Turbans that appeared out of thin air in front of him were those "corpses" that had been resurrected!

At this moment, he wanted to slap himself hard twice.

After waking up, some strange things that he had ignored in his haste reappeared in his mind.

There were so many corpses scattered everywhere, but there wasn't even a trace of stench!
Those corpses were still wearing thick clothes. In such a cold time, how could the Yellow Turbans throw away the warm clothes along with the corpses!

The more he thought about it, the more Fu Xie realized the various flaws, and the more he was deceived by such crude flaws, the more ashamed and angry he became.

How could I have been fooled like this?

But at this time he had no time to regret, the Yellow Turbans had already surrounded him, and he had to start the battle hastily.

"The whole army will form a circle and defend against the enemy!"

This time, the Han army still demonstrated their excellent combat qualities. Although the situation was urgent, they still completed the formation very quickly.

A thousand men gathered tightly in a narrow area, with sword and shield soldiers on the periphery and halberd soldiers on the inner layer. The combination of long and short weapons made them like a hedgehog.

Fu Xie finally had the mood to observe the number of enemy troops, but his heart sank as soon as he saw it.

He judged that there were at least four thousand Yellow Turbans, almost filling up all the hills and valleys here, and the crowds were so dense that it made his scalp numb.

How could so many Yellow Turbans survive the plague?

Fu Xie had no time to think because the Yellow Turban soldiers had already rushed to his front. As a general, he led the troops and held a sword in hand to meet the enemy in the army formation.

In the blink of an eye, several Yellow Turbans rushed over, each of them wielding a long sword and slashing, shouting inaudible roars, but this did not scare Fu Xie.

Fu Xie thrust his sword and pierced the opponent's heart.

One Yellow Turban was easily dealt with, but then more Yellow Turbans rushed over from both sides. Fu Xie had no time to draw his sword, and the situation was very critical.

At this moment, several long spears shot out from behind him, and instantly forced back or killed several Yellow Turbans, thus rescuing Fu Xie.

The circular formation with coordinated long and short troops was very solid. Although the Yellow Turbans were aggressive, it was difficult to attack them. For a while, the two sides were fighting hard, with blood spurting everywhere and wailing and screaming everywhere.

Fu Xie on this side defended steadily, while Wang Dang on the other side attacked bravely.

Although the long spears and short swords in the circle formation were sharp, they were finally torn open under the fierce attack led by him and the Yellow Turbans.

To be able to reach the position of Qu Shuai, Wang Dang was a fierce general. He swung his sword left and right and immediately took the lives of several officers and soldiers. No one could be his match.

But the elite troops of the Han army were tenacious and new soldiers immediately filled the gap. After a fierce fight, Wang Dang was forced back.

The battle was getting more intense, with both sides fighting back and forth, and the battlefield had completely turned into a stalemate. Only the leader Xu Chen stayed out of the fight, still lying on the mountain and observing the development of the situation.

Although he already knew that the Han army was elite, he was still impressed by the powerful performance of the Han army before him.

Despite the five-fold difference in numbers, and the battle being fought while being ambushed and surrounded, the two sides were still unable to determine the winner.

This even made Xu Chen worry that he might be killed by the Han army.

The battle was extremely difficult. The Yellow Turbans advanced in an endless stream, while the Han army put up a stubborn resistance and refused to give in. Shouts of killing could be heard one after another in the valley.

After half an hour had passed, Xu Chen, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating, slowly relaxed.

In the intense fighting, the Han army finally lost its strength, the gap in the circular formation became bigger and bigger, and the Yellow Turbans howled and tore the Han army apart on the road paved with blood and flesh.

At the end of the fight, the few remaining two hundred Han soldiers finally couldn't bear it and surrendered. This made all the Yellow Turbans raise their weapons and cheer to the sky. They finally defeated the enemy that scared them.

It was these guys who once killed the Yellow Turbans in Jizhou and made them collapse in fear. They were so terrifying and invincible, but today they also knelt in front of the Yellow Turbans.

Fortunately, I won, and my character as a Taoist priest can still be maintained...

When Xu Chen walked down the mountain, the cheers slowly subsided.

The Yellow Turbans looked at Xu Chen with respect and even fanaticism in their eyes, as if the young Taoist child in front of them was slowly beginning to overlap with the figure of the former Great Sage Master.

God's revelation really came true, and in this battle they really defeated the terrible Han army!

Although this battle was won by their own bloody battles, they were more willing to attribute the victory to God and Xu Chen. They subconsciously believed that the victory was brought to them by God.

This kind of thinking may seem ridiculous, but in this age of widespread superstition and ignorance, this is how they tend to view the world.

The Yellow Turbans spontaneously made way for him, and Xu Chen walked up to the surrendering Han army. All of them knelt on the ground, except for one man who still stood upright.

Judging from the obviously special style of armor on this man, it can be judged that he should be the general of this Han army.

"Why not kneel?" Xu Chen said lightly.

"Why should you kneel?" Fu Xie snorted coldly and looked at Xu Chen with disdain.

Xu Chen pointed at the kneeling Han army and said, "Hasn't he surrendered?"

"The soldiers surrendered, but I have not surrendered." Fu Xie wiped the blood off his face, then pointed his knife at Xu Chen and laughed: "This battle is not over yet, fight me again!"

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Xu Chen gave a look, and Wang Dang immediately understood. He immediately led several people to attack. After a fight, he finally tied up the exhausted Fu Xie.

When Fu Xie was sent to Xu Chen, although he no longer struggled in vain, he still looked disdainful.

Xu Chen asked: "Are you willing to surrender now?"

Fu Xie snorted coldly: "I am the descendant of Marquis Yiyang, how can I bow down to the thieves and humiliate the reputation of my ancestors? If you want to kill me, then kill me, why waste your words!"

(End of this chapter)