Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 672 - 637: Zhang He Comes to Help
Guan Yu’s School Sabre Bearers and Xuu Chu’s Tiger Guard Army were all squeezed into the midst of Yuan Shao’s Army and, due to being encircled from both sides, were continuously compressed towards Liu Bei’s Army.
In front of Yann Liang’s war chariot, there remained only a vast number of Yuan Shao’s soldiers. The rain and the previous actions of the White Horse Righteous Followers completely blocked Yann Liang’s ability to assess the army’s condition—a tragedy of inflicting harm on oneself before harming the enemy had arisen!
At this moment, Yann Liang’s war chariot was out of control. Eager to defeat Liu Bei’s Army as quickly as possible, the chariot’s speed had already been pushed to the limit, and the previous attack on the White Horse Righteous Followers had led to a total miscalculation of the situation behind him.
Simultaneously, Zhao Yun, who was leading the White Horse Righteous Followers, had completed the turn. All of the White Horse Righteous Followers readied their bows and shot arrows toward the direction of Yann Liang’s chariot, the arrows pouring down like rain.
The White Horse Righteous Followers’ agility and speed in turning around did not mean that Yann Liang’s war chariot could stop upon seeing Yuan Shao’s soldiers blocking his path; he could not halt the wildly rushing chariot beneath him.
"Not good..." Yann Liang cried out in distress. That cry was not due to Zhao Yun’s arrow rain but because his war chariot was crazily charging toward his own soldiers engaged in battle. The war chariot’s biggest flaw became evident—it could not stop its momentum, and it could not make tight turns. It had to collide head-on.
At that moment, the command sword that Jiangh Qi held dropped to the ground due to his shock, skewed as it pierced the earth, and he was instantly drenched by the rain. Explore more at novelbuddy
"It’s all over..." Jiangh Qi murmured with blurred eyes. From the moment Zhao Yun broke out of the encirclement, he had sensed something was amiss, but reality proved to be even more cruel than he imagined.
However, Jiangh Qi soon reined in his despair and calmly issued his final order—retreat. It was to preserve his own soldiers and also to provide ample space for the war chariot.
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The moment Yann Liang drove his war chariot into his own army, screams rose unceasingly. Five hundred war chariots roared past from behind Yuan Shao’s Army, mowing down the soldiers in that passage, regardless of whether they were from Yuan Shao’s Army or Liu Bei’s Army, like reaping wheat.
"How could this happen!" Yann Liang no longer knew what to roar. The moment the war chariot crushed through into Yuan Shao’s Army, he was stunned. He clearly remembered that this place was filled with Liu Bei’s Army, but why was it empty now?
As the war chariot brutally charged past, countless dismembered limbs were ground into a mush of flesh, and at this time, Yann Liang fully realized the gravity of his mistake. However, he had already spotted Guan Yu and his trusted aides, not far ahead of him.
Likewise, Yann Liang also heard the sound of gongs from behind and knew that his grand mistake had led to the defeat in this battle.
"Guan Yu, prepare to die!" Yann Liang, completely disregarding everything, commanded his war chariot as he pierced towards the direction of Liu Bei’s Army.
Yann Liang’s war chariot had punched through Yuan Shao’s Army, and its savage whooshing past completely collapsed the morale of Yuan Shao’s soldiers. The soldiers, once united in their resolve, finally crumbled after being fatally wounded by their own comrades. Under the sound of the bronze gong signaling retreat from Jiangh Qi, everyone wished they could grow an extra pair of legs.
In the midst of Yuan Shao’s Army, only Yann Liang’s war chariot remained charging toward Liu Bei’s Army. Having made a mistake, he was ready to bear the consequences. At the very least, he would not flee, and he would do everything possible to save his soldiers.
Having carved through Yuan Shao’s Army, the war chariot was smeared with blood. Now, charging towards Guan Yu, it seemed even more wild and solemn. Yann Liang’s expression was unspeakably ferocious—he hated that he knew nothing yet caused chaos, ruining what could have been a turning point. He was filled with hatred!
However, no matter how much rage burned in Yann Liang’s chest, he knew that now was not a time for hatred, but for murder—to kill Guan Yu, to lead the war chariots into Liu Bei’s massive army, and bring a tempest of bloodshed to Liu Bei’s forces. Only by doing so could he make up for his mistakes and preserve the lives of the soldiers whose safety was jeopardized by his errors and who could no longer count on victory for their protection.
"Die, Guan Yu!" In this moment, Yann Liang was incredibly resolute; for the first time, he felt such profound failure.
Guan Yu didn’t even think before dodging out of the way of the chariot-driving Yann Liang, for he had seen the resolve in Yann Liang’s eyes that indicated a willingness to die—a resolve not even Lyu Bu would dare contend with, for battling an expert of this world who harbored a death wish was sheer madness.
"Kill!" Yann Liang didn’t even glance in the direction Guan Yu evaded; he just led his war chariots to accelerate madly, not caring in the slightest about what was ahead.
Chen Chi’s crossbow bolts rained down furiously, but they could not stop the war chariots’ insane advance. This time Yann Liang had no thoughts of breaking free; he only sought to kill the enemy, and as for life and death, he no longer cared—he had failed Yuan Shao’s great trust.
Under the heavy crossbows, many of Yann Liang’s soldiers riding in the chariots were shot and killed, horses were struck and many chariots collided with others and were wrecked due to their charioteers being shot dead, leading to total destruction.
But none of this could stop Yann Liang’s determination; he still madly sprinted at the forefront, slamming fiercely into Liu Bei’s military formation, and did his best to slay Liu Bei’s soldiers wherever he went, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.
Regrettably, as the battle wore on, the speed of the war chariots slowed more and more. And with the relentless downpour of rain, more and more chariots overturned, and one after another, Yann Liang’s war chariots began to fall apart. In the end, out of five hundred chariots that charged out, fewer than a hundred remained, and among the three thousand men, two thousand five hundred lay dead there.
After breaking through Liu Bei’s great army, the war chariots traveled several hundred steps further, then slowly came to a stop, completely ignoring the pursuing forces of Liu Bei’s army coming from behind.
"You all go," Yann Liang said to the few hundred soldiers that remained after he stopped the chariot.
The soldiers who had fought a bloody battle to break out of Liu Bei’s encirclement looked at one another in bewilderment.
"You all go now while you still can getaway. This battle was my fault; let my death be the end of it. Bring a message to our lord for me; I let down his expectations," Yann Liang spoke without a hint of fear of death, only a sense of helplessness for disappointing Yuan Shao, never having repaid his benefactor.
After saying this, Yann Liang turned the war chariot around, preparing to charge back. What he didn’t expect was that many of the soldiers who had followed him in the charge turned their chariots around as well.
"I am willing to follow the general into death," said a soldier who had an arrow stuck in his chest, saluting, "Yuan Gong has already given me enough money to provide for my wife, children, and old mother. With such, why would I fear death!"
"Let them witness the heroic spirit of us men from Yan and Zhao!" declared a blood-soaked strongman with a hearty laugh.
"Kill!" Yann Liang shouted once more, charging directly towards Liu Bei’s massive army. But this time, the rear army was fully prepared, and a storm of arrows rained down fiercely, instantly causing many war chariots to collide and overturn because their charioteers were dead.
"General Yann, Zhang He is here!" Just as Yann Liang charged once again into Liu Bei’s army, a distant voice called out. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
