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However, the perils of the battlefield clearly didn't allow Liu Bei much time for distraction.

In just a brief moment, on the side that Guan Yu couldn't adequately defend, several soldiers were slain by the Yellow Turban Warriors, causing the battle line to cave in.

Liu Bei, personally commanding from the front line, repeatedly directed and shouted.

"Hold the line!"

Only now, experiencing the front lines firsthand, did Liu Bei truly feel the significant difference in combat strength between his soldiers and the Yellow Turban Warriors.

The fact that they could maintain the situation was not only due to Guan Yu acting as a pillar of support at the front but also because Liu Bei, as the commander, was present on the front lines, boosting the morale of the officers and soldiers.

Unfortunately, even so, with both sides engaged in a bloody battle in the alleys of Bo Luojin, Liu Bei clearly felt that his side was at a disadvantage.

Liu Bei didn't have the overall perspective of Li Ji to consider the situation, but he anxiously understood that he needed to find an opportunity to break the deadlock; otherwise, this stalemate would be very unfavorable.

Suddenly, two soldiers whom Liu Bei remembered well, assigned to Li Ji's side as personal guards, rushed to not far from Liu Bei and shouted.

"Inspector Cao is here!"

Liu Bei frowned upon seeing this, signaled his personal guards to allow the two soldiers to approach, and urgently asked.

"Why aren't you properly guarding Zikun's side? What are you doing here? Wait! Has something happened to Zikun?"

When he spoke the last part, Liu Bei's tone revealed urgency.

Being on the battlefield, the two soldiers didn't have time for formalities; they simply cupped their hands and replied directly.

"Inspector Cao, this is a letter that Mr. Zikun ordered us to deliver."

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei quickly took the cloth that the two soldiers handed over.

With just one glance, Liu Bei recognized that the cloth was torn from the scholar's robes that Li Ji wore.

In the next moment, Liu Bei quickly opened the cloth, and what met his eyes was a glaring red.

A blood letter?!

Liu Bei's heart was greatly shaken, and he felt inexplicably moved.

Our body, hair, and skin are received from our parents!

What virtue or ability does Bei possess that Zikun would write a blood letter for me?

Moreover, the amount of blood drawn was definitely not something that could be written by simply biting a fingertip.

Liu Bei's eyes unconsciously welled up with tears, and the image of Li Ji cutting his palm, enduring the pain, and writing furiously on the cloth appeared in his mind.

After being stunned for several breaths, Liu Bei took a deep breath and began to read the contents of the cloth.

As Liu Bei read each word and sentence on the cloth, he couldn't help but gradually widen his eyes until he had carefully read the last word. Liu Bei put away the cloth in his hand and then asked the two soldiers.

"How is Zikun's condition?"

The two soldiers exchanged a glance and replied. "Mr. Zikun's face is quite pale."

"Hate that Bei is incompetent, causing Zikun to suffer."

Liu Bei said self-reproachfully, and then said.

"You two quickly return to protect Zikun. Also, tell Zikun that Bei already knows his intentions. But if Bei unfortunately suffers a defeat, please have Zikun leave quickly and not remain in Bo Luojin."

"Yes."

The two soldiers quickly cupped their hands in response and then retreated towards the rear.

Liu Bei then took a deep breath and quickly began to mobilize the soldiers according to what Li Ji had written on the cloth.

If one were to describe the contents of the cloth in one sentence, it would be: "Turn defeat into victory!"

However, Liu Bei still unhesitatingly chose to believe in Li Ji.

"Is Bei afraid of death? Does he cherish his life?"

Liu Bei's eyes were filled with determination.

In the next moment, an astonishing scene appeared on the battlefield!

Liu Bei, as the commander, and the great banner began to move forward from the already dangerous front line to the very front.

"Brother?!"

When Guan Yu saw Liu Bei appearing beside him, a look of shock couldn't help but appear on his face.

With the enemy commander and the great banner appearing, the opportunity to slay the general and seize the flag was close at hand. The Yellow Turban Warriors, who were already fearless of death, instantly became even more frenzied.

While Guan Yu continuously beheaded three enemies, he repeatedly shouted.

"This place is dangerous; please retreat quickly, Brother."

"Where on the battlefield is there no danger?"

Liu Bei also drew his twin swords, danced them, pierced the neck of a Yellow Turban Warrior in front of him, and said.

"Yunchang, you should retreat and lead a thousand soldiers to move north through an alley about a hundred zhang behind, then east after about two hundred zhang, which will bypass the main force of the Yellow Turban Warriors and head straight for the bank of the Zhang River, and finally launch a full-force assault on the position of the sorcerer Zhang Jiao."

Upon hearing this, Guan Yu subconsciously objected. "If I leave, what will happen to you here, Brother?"

Liu Bei sternly shouted.

"Enough talk! This is a military order, and it is also our only chance of victory. The lives of our thousands of soldiers, and even the peace of the people of the world, all depend on this one battle. How can we delay and not move forward?"

Guan Yu gritted his teeth, became fierce, swept away several circles of Yellow Turban Warriors with his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, then pulled on the reins of his warhorse and retreated towards the rear.

"Brother, take care. Please do not forget the oath of the Peach Garden. If you die, I will also follow you to the Yellow Springs."

Guan Yu only had time to say this before his figure quickly disappeared before Liu Bei's eyes.

Almost in the next moment after Guan Yu left the battle formation, incredible pressure crashed down on Liu Bei.

But watching Guan Yu leave, Liu Bei seemed to have put down a heavy stone in his heart.

Whether it was victory or defeat, there was no need to think about it anymore!

At this moment, all Liu Bei could do was to trust Zikun and Yunchang, and to act as bait and support until the last moment with the identity of the commander.

"Descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan, relative of the Han Dynasty, disciple of Lu Zhi, the General of the North, Liu Bei, Liu Xuande, is here. Who will come forward and take my head?!"

Liu Bei shouted, and while the personal guards beside him protected both sides, the twin swords in his hand danced out a large expanse of sword light, beheading the enemies who surged up one after another.

Although Liu Bei's martial prowess was not as good as Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were mighty generals capable of fighting ten thousand men, it should not be underestimated. He showed martial valor that was inconsistent with his gentle and benevolent image, and forcefully held the front line.

If the commander did not cherish his life, how could the soldiers dare not to give their lives?

For a time, as the commander attacked and led the soldiers to fight bloodily, they advanced ten zhang forward.

"A relative of the Han Dynasty? A disciple of Lu Zhi?"

Zhang Jiao, staring at the great banner erected not far away, also heard Liu Bei's shout clearly, and his whole person gnashed his teeth.

Having either of these two identities, in Zhang Jiao's view, was already a reason to die, let alone Liu Bei possessing both of these identities, and also being the enemy commander.

In an instant, Liu Bei was like bait, attracting all the Yellow Turban Warriors, and under Zhang Jiao's command, they rushed towards Liu Bei's direction madly.

As long as Liu Bei was killed and the great banner was cut down, then this Han army that suddenly attacked Bo Luojin would be defeated.

This era was definitely not like later generations, where every soldier had his own beliefs. In a close-quarters battle with a narrow line of sight, the commander and the great banner were the key to maintaining morale.

The death of the commander or the fall of the great banner, the loss of either, was no less than a cataclysm for the soldiers with limited access to information.

For a time, the location of Liu Bei and the great banner undoubtedly became the most brutal meat grinder.

One by one, the Yellow Turban Warriors swarmed in with ferocious faces, and one by one, the soldiers protected Liu Bei on the left and right, even to the point that the enormous pressure forced Liu Bei to abandon his horse and fight on foot to reduce the pressure he was under.

At this moment, there was only one belief in Liu Bei's mind!

'I cannot fall! I absolutely cannot fall!'

'Persist, no matter what, I must persist until the opportunity for victory appears!!!'

Fortunately, the alleyway battle environment within Bo Luojin prevented the Yellow Turban Warriors' clearly superior numbers from spreading out; otherwise, with the difference in the hard strength of the two sides' soldiers, Liu Bei's position would probably have been divided and swallowed up long ago.

But even though the twin swords had killed countless enemies, the personal guards beside Liu Bei kept falling, and gradually, they were replaced by other soldiers.

In the constant bloody battle, Liu Bei only felt his arms were sore and numb, and his body was groaning in distress everywhere, but Liu Bei still persisted desperately, and every once in a while, he shouted.

"Liu Xuande is here!!!"

This scene made Li Ji, who was far away in the watchtower, feel anxious.

The victory or defeat of this battle was undoubtedly tied to Liu Bei alone.

If they continued to fight the Yellow Turban Warriors in a frontal alleyway battle as before, even if Zhang Fei led the cavalry to the battlefield later, the cavalry would still not have much use in the narrow environment within Bo Luojin, and would only become a piecemeal tactic in the end.

Fighting until dawn, the annihilation of the entire army was the final result that Li Ji deduced.

Therefore, the only way to win was to open up more battle lines and bring out the martial prowess advantages of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei as generals capable of fighting ten thousand men.

In this situation, the key was for Liu Bei, as the commander, to also move forward, attract the attention of Zhang Jiao and the Yellow Turban Warriors, and ensure that they did not collapse, in order to create an opportunity for victory.

Finally, in Li Ji's anxious gaze, Guan Yu led a thousand soldiers almost a large circle around Bo Luojin and finally arrived at the north side of Bo Luojin.

The overall structure of Bo Luojin was like a semicircle tightly attached to the Zhang River.

Liu Bei's position was located in the center of the semicircle of Bo Luojin, while Zhang Jiao's position was located on the innermost side near the Zhang River, and Guan Yu was now at the northernmost position of Bo Luojin near the Zhang River.

"All soldiers, follow me and kill!"

Guan Yu, exuding a terrifying aura, did not hesitate at all and directly led the soldiers to charge towards Zhang Jiao's position.

At the same time.

"Boom!"

On the southernmost side of Bo Luojin, close to the Zhang River, the not-so-strong wooden wall was crashed down, and Zhang Fei, with a fierce aura, led a thousand cavalry to appear.

"Zhang Yide of Yan is here, brother, do not worry!"

Zhang Fei stuffed the bloodstained letter into his chest with one hand, and with the other, he wielded his丈八蛇矛 (zhangba snake spear). His thunderous voice echoed throughout the entirety of Bo Luo Jin.

In the next moment, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, one from the south and one from the north, attacked Zhang Jiao's weak flanks.

Li Ji, who had witnessed this scene from afar, finally couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile on his face, and said.

"My plan is complete!"