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Chapter 1008 The Defeat of the Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou!

"It's a pity that the old fox got away."

As he said this, he tapped the tassel of the Chun Jun sword three times with his fingertips—a secret code agreed upon by the two in their early years, meaning "You did a good job."

Meng Zhang heard it clearly on the galloping Mo Lin horse, his lips twitching and he almost lost his composure.

"Commander-in-Chief, if you ever want to do something like that with the Duke of Zhenguo again, you'd better find a secluded place, not a battlefield with so many people around."

Qiao Shefei suppressed a laugh as he handed over the wound medicine, lowering his voice.

"Shut up!"

Meng Zhang kicked him in annoyance, but his gaze swept towards the rear army. The Yellow Turban ragtag troops driven to the battlefield were being slaughtered one after another, and the heavy iron shields of the Imperial Guards were reaping lives like wheat.

Su Ye has completed the blood sacrifice he requested, and those Yellow Turban leaders under his command who harbored ulterior motives will likely be reduced to nothing, not even bones.

He glanced down at the "sword wound" on his shoulder; bloodstains had congealed into dark red patterns on his black armor. Meng Zhang suddenly chuckled. This charade, at this point, seemed to echo what Su Ye often said—

"How can the loyalty and treachery, good and evil depicted in plays compare to the truth and falsehood on the battlefield?"

The Flying Tiger Cavalry escorted Meng Zhang into the dense forest. Suddenly, the black banners turned, and Su Ye, sitting in the carriage, gazed at the swaying shadows of the trees, her fingertips tracing the pearl on the tassel of the Chun Jun sword.

"Vermilion Bird".

"Send word to the three armies that... Meng Zhang has escaped with serious injuries, and the Azure Dragon Legion is at its last gasp."

Su Ye suddenly spoke, and the red-clad female general behind him had already spurred her horse forward.

"promise."

"This play is finally coming to an end."

Zhuque accepted the order and left, while Su Ye murmured to himself, gazing in the direction where Meng Zhang had disappeared.

...

At the same time, as Meng Zhang's black-horse charged into the rear of the Yellow Turban army, Meng Zhang suddenly groaned and tore open his black armor. The golden wound medicine on his shoulder mixed with blood rolled down and branded dark red patterns on the iron armor.

"What a waste!"

He shouted in a deep voice, pinching the acupoints near the wound with his fingertips, and his internal energy surged through the meridians.

"exist!"

The Purple Nether Steed clung tightly to the Ink-Scaled Horse, while Qiao Shefei's twin swords were half-drawn, their blades reflecting Meng Zhang's pale face.

"You're overacting a bit, Joe."

The head coach suddenly ripped off his blood-stained shoulder pads, revealing an undamaged white undershirt underneath, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You know something else?"

Qiao Shefei rolled his eyes and ripped open his black cloak, revealing a spare blood sac inside.

Meng Zhang pressed the blood bag onto his shoulder with his hand, and when the black armor was fastened back on, he looked as disheveled as a "seriously wounded" person.

The tattered flags on the command platform fluttered in the wind. Meng Zhang looked at the group of cunning Yellow Turban leaders who were kneeling in front of the platform and hiding in the back, trying to desert their posts. He suddenly chuckled.

"Gentlemen, retreating in the face of battle is not a good habit, but for now, I will not pursue the matter of you deserting."

"I just wonder... would you gentlemen be willing to allow your Yellow Turban warriors some more time to retreat?"

He ran his fingertips over the pearl on the tassel of the Starry Sword, the blue light reflecting off the faces of the commanders, making them appear pale and uncertain.

"Why does Commander Meng say that?"

"Now that we have pledged our allegiance to your command..."

One of the Yellow Turban leaders was the first to stand up, the copper bells at his waist jingling.

"To serve the country?"

"Don't think that just because you've served my Luzhou Yellow Turban Army, you can take advantage of their reputation to commit countless heinous acts in Qianzhou!"

Meng Zhang suddenly roared, and the Starry Sky Sword slashed off the corner of the table, sending wood chips flying.

The commanders looked at each other with grim expressions, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment. But at that moment, the rear guard suddenly exploded with towering pillars of fire.

"I had already ordered the Azure Dragon Heavenly Legion to prepare an escape route, but your army may not be able to leave so easily now."

As Meng Zhang gazed at the smoke rising behind the command platform, his smile deepened.

"you!"

The Yellow Turban leader suddenly sprang to his feet, raising his spiked club only half an inch before feeling a cold touch on his neck. Qiao Shefei had somehow moved behind him, the tip of the Doomsday Double Blade grazing his Adam's apple, drawing a string of blood beads.

"Gentlemen, you are all intelligent men. You should know that at this moment, only by fighting to the death to cover the rear can we buy a chance for the army to survive."

Meng Zhang's sleeves fluttered, and the mechanisms on the command platform suddenly spun, unfurling thirty-six black screens that partially obscured the platform.

"Of course, if anyone tries to escape..."

Before he finished speaking, crossbow bolts suddenly shot out from the gap in the screen, and the three chieftains who were trying to escape fell to the ground.

The remaining people stared at the convulsing corpse on the ground, their Adam's apples bobbing as they knelt down.

"I am willing to die for Commander Meng!"

Meng Zhang clapped his hands and laughed. Blood dripped from the "wound" on his shoulder onto the Starry Sky Sword, making his eyebrows and eyes even more radiant.

"Yellow Turban warriors! Follow my lead..."

He looked at the dark mass of ragtag soldiers below the stage and suddenly raised a large black flag.

"withdraw!"

The moment the command flag fell, the Azure Dragon Heavenly Constellation Legion's formation changed abruptly. Jiao Mujiao's spearmen suddenly transformed into swimming dragons, Kang Jinlong's chain hammer wielders formed a dragon's head, and Fang Ritu's arrow rain wove a dense net in front of the formation. The entire legion suddenly turned around as if it were alive, and the dark blue dragon scale armor shimmered with blue light in the morning light.

At this moment, on the front line of the main battlefield, the Azure Dragon Heavenly Palace Legion, which had been resisting the Qian Army's offensive, reacted very quickly after Meng Zhang issued the retreat order. As if it had been prepared in advance, they quickly withdrew from the battlefield without any hesitation!

Before arriving, Meng Zhang had already secretly instructed the Azure Dragon Heavenly Legion to immediately withdraw from the battlefield as quickly as possible after the retreat order was given, leaving the thirty-six Yellow Turban Army soldiers behind to serve as cannon fodder for the rearguard!

Therefore, the Azure Dragon Heavenly Palace Legion at the forefront reacted brilliantly. With the orderly command of Xiao Hanyi, the Horned Wood Dragon, the entire Azure Dragon Army suddenly curled up like a living thing, throwing all the pursuers into the sulfur fire wall.

Tailfire Tiger's light cavalry were already waiting at the entrance of the secret passage, their long halberds aimed at the legs of the pursuing horses, while Di Tuhao's heavy infantry held up their broadswords to cover the rear.

The most ingenious move was when Xin Yuehu's troops suddenly threw out oil canisters, setting off a raging wall of fire on their retreat route. Just as the Imperial Guards, who were at the forefront, rushed through the wall of fire, Fang Ritu's crossbow carts suddenly turned around, and the heavy crossbow bolts were aimed at the horses' legs—he had calculated that the wall of fire would obscure the Imperial Guards' vision.

"Trying to escape? Kill them all!"

Wei Qing's cold shout pierced through the sound of war drums, and a deafening roar erupted from the Imperial Guard formation. The Xuanlin cavalry at the forefront formed a moving wall with the tips of their meteorite iron spears, while the white banners of the White Banner Vanguard moved through the formation like lightning.

Ran Min, at the forefront, had already broken into the Yellow Turban army formation. His double-edged spear gleamed with a cold light, turning into a meteor as he went straight for the Yellow Turban leaders who were trying to escape in panic.

However, the Azure Dragon Heavenly Palace Legion seemed to have been prepared in advance. Their formation shifted, revealing numerous escape routes. The entire legion, like a gazelle hanging by its horns, withdrew completely before the Imperial Guards could encircle them.

"You old scoundrel Meng Zhang, don't you dare run away!"

At Huo Qubing's roar, the Xuanlin cavalry suddenly accelerated, their lances forming a long bridge, attempting to block the Yellow Turban army's retreat.

At the same time, the white banner of the White Banner Vanguard was already close at hand, and the thunderbolts and stone projectiles came one after another, specifically targeting the sulfur carts in the Yellow Turban army's formation.

Meanwhile, the thirty-six Yellow Turban soldiers who were left behind were thrown into disarray. They had already been driven to the battlefield, and now that their invincible war god, Commander-in-Chief Long Xiang, was "seriously injured," their already chaotic morale collapsed instantly.