Mythical Three Kingdoms

Sun Ce, Ma Chao, and Zhang He streamlined their forces, discarding all of Sun Ce’s miscellaneous soldiers. The three pitifully led six thousand men southward, but the momentum of their charge gave off the aura of sixty thousand men.

”Kill~” Sun Ce charged ahead on his horse, channeling his inner qi and letting out a roar. In the open field, this roar carried for over a dozen miles, causing the army’s morale to soar significantly.

Following Sun Ce’s roar, Ma Chao, feeling impulsive, also let out a roar, and then both Sun Ce and Ma Chao instinctively turned to look at Zhang He.

”Uh,” Zhang He looked at the two speechlessly, finding it truly difficult to do something so disgraceful.

About a dozen miles away, Pang De, who had just scattered the Miscellaneous Hun Infantry and was regrouping his troops to return, faintly heard a shout.

”This sound... why does it seem familiar?” Pang De thought to himself while accelerating, the sound indeed felt familiar, but he couldn’t recall whose voice it was.

Then there was another shout, causing Pang De’s face to twitch. He recognized the voice, having spent so many years alongside Ma Chao, he couldn’t be unaware of Ma Chao’s voice. However, with Ma Chao and Sun Ce coming, Pang De felt considerably at ease.

”Full speed ahead!” Pang De laughed, truly believing the Mandate of Heaven was with the Great Han; the arrival of Sun Ce and Ma Chao was impeccable.

Elsewhere, Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao were also feeling somewhat fatigued from the fighting. The infantry under Zang Ba, Wei Yan, and others had all seized horses and turned into cavalry. However, compared to the Jie Clan, the Xianbei were indeed among the fiercest of the Miscellaneous Huns.

With more than a decade’s legacy from Tan Shihuai, coupled with this near defeat of the Han Army, the Xianbei had gained a different aura. This change in mindset, along with the significantly advantageous force numbers, allowed the Xianbei to quickly convert their numerical advantage into a strategic edge.

”Boyuan, charge left; Wen Yuan, activate your legion talent to restore the Iron Cavalry’s strength!” Xu Shu shouted to Zhang Liao and Zhang Xiu. Logically, he should call them both General Zhang, but on the same battlefield, Xu Shu simply couldn’t have one Zhang produce two different effects.

Zhang Xiu immediately turned his horse to cut diagonally to the left side of the Xianbei, while the azure blue radiance from Zhang Liao’s legion talent swiftly enveloped the Iron Cavalry. Under this power, the slightly fatigued and wounded Xiliang Iron Cavalry abruptly recovered mostly.

Then, fierce attacks swept through the left side of the Xianbei, cutting through a section of roughly a thousand Xianbei Cavalry. Without needing Xu Shu’s command, Chengg Lian and others led the Wolf Cavalry to swarm over and defeat and kill these men.

Finally, Zhang Liao also broke through the Xianbei army’s rift alongside Zhang Xiu’s Iron Cavalry. Although the Han Army couldn’t turn the tide overall, and the Xianbei army consistently suppressed Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao, with the Jie Clan consciously gathering, the momentum of the Miscellaneous Huns grew more intense.

However, the crucial difference from before was that while the Miscellaneous Hun’s numbers were strong, they could no longer effectively restrict the Han Army’s charges.

Thanks to Xu Shu’s strategic calculations and Zhang Liao’s continuous recovery support, Zhang Xiu’s Iron Cavalry could unleash formidable combat power at critical moments, tearing through the Xianbei’s lines and breaking out. This caused the Miscellaneous Hun’s strength to be pervasive but ineffective.

If they couldn’t restrict the Xiliang Iron Cavalry’s charge, then Zhang Xiu could forcibly carve out a path when necessary. Once this path was expanded by the Wolf Cavalry, it allowed them to leap out of the battlefield at any time. Though the Xianbei army was fierce, it couldn’t swallow them whole.

”Zhang Wen Yuan, can you still hold on? I feel our recovery effect this time isn’t as good as before!” Zhang Xiu shouted after breaking out, not waiting long before the Xianbei cavalry extended long tendrils to encircle Zhang Xiu and Zhang Liao again.

”Could you stop talking? The legion talent’s effect isn’t great on non-recognized legions as it is. It’s remarkable that it can maintain any recovery effect for your legion,” Zhang Liao snapped back to Zhang Xiu via voice transmission.

”That’s not what I meant. I’m asking if you can hold out; your legion talent is just too suited for our Xiliang Iron Cavalry. Whether it’s suppressing injuries or recovering physical strength, it’s incredibly fitting,” Zhang Xiu transmitted back to Zhang Liao.

”I can’t hold out much longer. Your cavalry’s recognition of my legion is too low, and the effect is too weak. Don’t you know that for my cavalry, unless the wounds are fatal, my legion talent can suppress them? Minor injuries can even be outright stifled,” Zhang Liao replied to Zhang Xiu via voice transmission.

”Boyuan, if your strength recovers well, when the enemy’s flank extends during the encirclement, use your legion talent to directly assault the Xianbei’s rear. They’ve invested too many forces on the flank this time; the rear is our opportunity!” Xu Shu transmitted to Zhang Xiu.

”No problem!” Zhang Xiu answered with a hearty laugh.

At this moment, Zhang Xiu could sense the brilliance similar to that of the earliest Li Ru, followed by Jia Xu, and later Zhong Yao, from Xu Shu’s disheveled appearance.

This was the radiance only possessed by masterminds. Zhang Ji’s death had taught him that if a clever person appeared who could tolerate him, he should obediently listen. Those who weren’t clever but had martial guarantee could complement wise individuals to become their greatest reliance.

Thus, Zhang Xiu never questioned what would happen if the legion talent couldn’t be executed; he believed the mastermind would surely have a contingency. After all, if he fell, the mastermind would be as good as dead too. Relying on each other was the most correct choice.

Casually redirecting his horse, a brazen grin appeared on Zhang Xiu’s face, much like during the Battle of Jincheng. Even though the enemy was several times more numerous, and his troops were utterly exhausted from numerous battles, they would never admit defeat!

”Iron Cavalry Formation!” As the Miscellaneous Hun’s extending left and right flanks closed behind Zhang Xiu, he suddenly pulled the reins, his warhorse rearing up. With this thunderous roar, all the Iron Cavalry let out furious howls.

Originally, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, burdened by fatigue and pain due to the fading of Zhang Liao’s legion talent, suddenly felt those sensations fade away with this roar. The purple radiance on their long spears shifted with their movements, charging madly at the Miscellaneous Huns.

As Zhang Xiu’s first spear pierced a Xianbei, the next moment, countless Xiliang Iron Cavalry spears penetrated the Xianbei rear soldiers. However, the faintly transparent purple glow indicated that employing the legion talent was becoming exceedingly challenging for Zhang Xiu.

Nevertheless, as the high horseshoes crashed into the enemy steeds, Zhang Xiu, gripping the reins with one hand and thrusting with the spear in his right, showed no signs of fatigue in his eyes. The Battle of Jincheng had been even more exhausting, but with unyielding spirit, how could he allow himself to be defeated?