A distance of four li was but a moment for him now.

But he was in no hurry to approach; instead, he slowed his pace two li away from the stronghold.

Using the terrain and shrubs as cover, he silently crept toward the eastern side.

The Yellow Turban Army inside the stronghold had clearly been alerted; he needed a safe vantage point.

After bypassing a cluster of low hills, a dried-up riverbed appeared ahead. Both sides of the riverbed were overgrown with withered yellow reeds, which served as perfect cover.

Lin Feng lay prone in the reeds, slowly poking his head out.

The scene before him caused his pupils to contract slightly.

The Yellow Turban Stronghold had completely come to life.

The originally scattered and wandering patrols had vanished, replaced by an army arrayed in neat formations.

The open space in front of the stronghold was densely packed with the Yellow Turban Army.

Lin Feng did a rough scan, silently estimating in his heart.

Ordinary Yellow Turban Army soldiers, no fewer than three thousand.

Yellow Turban Strongmen—those burly elites wielding giant clubs and iron hammers—numbered about three hundred.

Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers, Level 20 elites, five of them.

Yellow Turban Fierce Generals, Level 25 elites, two of them.

And the most eye-catching were the two figures at the rear of the army formation.

One was mounted on a horse, clad in black iron armor and an iron helmet, with a yellow turban peeking out from under the helmet, holding a long-handled battleaxe.

He exuded a thick aura of slaughter, and the surrounding Yellow Turban Army instinctively kept their distance from him.

The other stood on a crude high platform, wearing a yellow Daoist robe and a yellow crown, holding a wooden sword.

His face was gaunt and his eyes were slightly closed, but eerie energy fluctuations faintly pulsed around him, sending a chill down one's spine.

Lin Feng held his breath and silently activated the Eye of Probability.

The first figure.

【Yellow Turban Channel Chief (Rare)】

Level: Lv25

Type: Nightmare Rare Boss

Possible Drops: Intermediate Class Change Book · Shadow Raider (20%), Intermediate Class Change Book · Rockstone Warlord (20%), Yellow Turban Channel Chief's Battleaxe (5%)...

The second figure.

【Yellow Turban Ritualist (Rare)】

Level: Lv29

Type: Nightmare Rare Boss

Possible Drops: Intermediate Class Change Book · Yellow Turban Ritualist (10%), Yellow Turban Ritualist's Robe (10%), Yellow Turban Ritualist's Wooden Sword (10%), yellow turban sacrificial officials headband (10%), Yellow Turban Ritualist's Talisman (20%)...

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on the "Intermediate Class Change Book · Yellow Turban Ritualist" for a moment.

Yellow Turban Ritualist... judging by the name, it should be a magic-based class, and most likely a rare one.

A 10% drop rate was half the 20% of a normal second Class Change Book.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was!

Three thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers, three hundred Yellow Turban Strongmen, seven elites, and two Rare Bosses.

If this force were to be met head-on, even if they could win, the Beacon Guards would pay a heavy price.

His Beacon Guards only numbered five hundred. Even with elite officers like Meng Yi and others, even with Zhao Hu and the rest, and even if he could solo those two Rare Bosses himself...

Those three thousand ordinary Yellow Turban Army soldiers, with one spear thrust each, could still drown his army.

Moreover, those Yellow Turban Strongmen and Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers weren't just for show.

Lin Feng slowly withdrew his gaze, lying in the reeds, lost in thought.

A frontal confrontation was not the optimal solution.

There must be another way.

Various possibilities flashed through his mind: a night raid? Luring the enemy out? Dividing them? Using Explosive Potions to create chaos? Using Smoke Potions for cover? 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But no matter which one, it required more detailed deployment and time to prepare.

And now, the stronghold had been alerted, and the Yellow Turban Army was waiting in full battle array. Attacking rashly would be gambling with his brothers' lives.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and made a decision.

He silently backed out of the reeds and, just as he had come, vanished into the wilderness.

...

Main camp.

Everyone was waiting anxiously. Seeing Lin Feng's figure appear, Zhao Hu was the first to greet him.

"Lord! How is it?"

Lin Feng didn't answer, walking straight to the center of the camp.

His gaze swept over everyone as he spoke slowly:

"Pass down the order, the army is to retreat ten li."

Everyone was stunned.

Tie Dun scratched his head: "Retreat? Lord, are we not fighting anymore?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "We'll fight. But not now."

He paused and continued: "In the stronghold, there are no fewer than three thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers, three hundred Strongmen, and two Rare Bosses. A head-on clash would result in too many losses."

Everyone gasped.

Three thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers! Three hundred Strongmen! Two Rare Bosses!

If they had charged in just now...

A look of gravity flashed in Zhao Hu's eyes: "The Lord is right, we can't fight head-on. So what do we do?"

"First, retreat ten li and set up camp to rest. Wait for me to come up with a foolproof °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° plan."

He looked toward the north, his eyes shining with light.

"This battle must be fought, but it must be fought smartly."

Everyone responded in unison.

Soon, the army set out, retreating ten li to the south and setting up camp among some hills.

Lin Feng sat in his tent, a simple map spread before him, showing the terrain and troop distribution of the Yellow Turban Stronghold.

Three thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers, three hundred Strongmen, seven elites, and two Rare Bosses.

A frontal clash would be too costly.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

But who said it had to be a frontal clash?

He had now completed his second class change, his attributes had doubled, and his attack power was staggering. A normal attack from the Wildfire Spear dealt over three hundred damage; one thrust for an ordinary Yellow Turban soldier, and only two for a Yellow Turban Strongman.

With over 30 Agility plus the movement speed bonus from the shadow dance legguards, those clumsy Yellow Turban soldiers wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of his clothes.

If he couldn't beat them all at once, couldn't he outrun them?

Lin Feng stood up and walked out of the tent.

"Shadow Snake," he said softly.

A ghostly shadow emerged from the darkness.

"You stay in the camp and watch over everyone," Lin Feng said. "I'm going out for a bit."

Shadow Snake frowned slightly, seemingly wanting to say something.

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm just going to harass them a little."

Shadow Snake remained silent for a moment, then nodded gently.

Lin Feng's figure blurred and vanished from Shadow Snake's sight.

...

On the outskirts of the stronghold, a patrol was conducting a routine inspection.

Twenty-three people, led by two Yellow Turban Strongmen, with the rest being ordinary Yellow Turban Army soldiers. They held their weapons and walked lazily, completely unaware that danger was approaching.

Lin Feng crouched in the bushes thirty meters away, silently counting.

Twenty-three.

That's enough.

He suddenly leaped out!

The shadow dance legguards erupted with full speed, his figure turning into a streak of dark red lightning!

Just as the foremost Yellow Turban soldier looked up, a long spear had already pierced his throat!

-300!

Instant kill!

Before the corpse could even fall, Lin Feng had already swept past him and charged into the center of the patrol!

The Wildfire Spear swept across! Three Yellow Turban soldiers were sent flying simultaneously, their chests caved in, dying on the spot!

With a turn and a thrust, a Yellow Turban Strongman's chest was pierced!

The remaining Yellow Turban soldiers finally reacted, raising their weapons in terror, but it was too late.

Lin Feng's figure weaved through the crowd, his spear striking like a dragon; with every thrust, one man fell!

Twenty seconds.

Twenty-three corpses lay scattered all over the ground.

Lin Feng withdrew his spear and vanished from the Yellow Turban Army's sight.