Chapter 231: Total Defeat!

Meng Zhang's command art is not only reflected in the use of tactics, but also in his keen insight into the battlefield and precise control over soldiers.

He constantly monitors the battlefield's changes, adjusting tactics and strategy in a timely manner according to the situation.

Moreover, he is skilled at mobilizing soldiers' emotions and morale, enabling them to unleash their maximum combat power in the shortest time.

Under his command, the originally chaotic Yellow Turban Army became like a well-trained iron army, orderly in both attack and defense.

Their steps were neat and uniform; each charge struck with the force of thunder, making the Great Qian Army unable to resist.

At this moment, the Great Qian Army had already fallen into extreme chaos.

Soldiers fled in panic in all directions, and the commanders could not organize an effective counterattack.

Under Meng Zhang's skillful command, the Yellow Turban Army acted like a cutting machine, slicing and devouring the Great Qian Army bit by bit.

At this moment on the front line, soldiers from both sides fought each other in a desperate struggle.

Blades flashed, iron cavalry charges were unstoppable; each clash saw someone fall, but immediately someone new would step in.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it would overwhelm one's sense of smell.

As time passed, the front line kept stretching; the Yellow Turban Army surged like a tide toward the Great Qian Army's defense line. The Yellow Turban troops wearing yellow headbands launched charge after charge, each time being repelled, yet each charge dealt a heavy blow to the Great Qian Army.

The Great Qian Army's defense line swayed on the verge of collapse under the Yellow Turban Army's fierce assault, as if it could collapse at any moment.

The scale of this war was enormous, its spectacle grand, leaving one unable to help but marvel.

Meng Zhang commanded 350,000 elite Yellow Turban troops, plus 200,000 Great Qian regular troops represented by Yin Yuanxun, and another 100,000 local garrison troops from various regions.

Altogether, hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides fought fiercely on this land of Lu Zhou, with the front line spreading around dozens of major cities throughout Lu Zhou.

Whether the Yellow Turban Army or the Great Qian Army, both displayed astonishing combat power and perseverance in this war.

Each of their charges and each bout of fierce fighting were expressions of their yearning for victory and steadfast adherence to their faith.

At the forefront of Meng Zhang's sector, the Ox Demon King and the Three Monsters of Lion Camel Ridge, having freed their hands, led from the front, waving their weapons and leading soldiers in charge after charge.

Their figures flitted unpredictably across the battlefield; each appearance brought immense pressure to the Great Qian Army.

Moreover, the Great Qian Army's commanders were not to be outdone; relying on solid fortifications and excellent equipment, they directed soldiers to resist stubbornly.

In the rear of the front line, reinforcements from both sides kept arriving.

They were either cavalry, infantry, or archers, injecting new strength into the battlefield and causing the balance of the war to sway continually.

As time went on, the fighting on the front line became increasingly intense.

Both sides' soldiers were utterly exhausted, yet they persisted in continuing the fight.

Their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if they intended to see this war through to the end.

Finally, under repeated fierce charges by the Ox Demon King and others, the Great Qian Army's defense line was finally torn open a gap.

The Yellow Turban Army surged in like a flood, dividing the Great Qian Army into several sections.

At the same time, on the vast battlefield of Lu Zhou, as the Great Qian Army collapsed on the front line, an even greater storm of war was brewing.

The Yellow Turban Army's victory seemed to have opened Pandora's box, releasing endless battle fervor.

On other fronts of Lu Zhou, Yellow Turban soldiers witnessed the victory on the main battlefield; the fire in their hearts was instantly ignited, and their morale reached its peak.

"Charge! Kill!"

The Yellow Turban Army's shout shook the heavens, like a tiger descending the mountain, launching a total offensive against the opposing Great Qian Army with the force of moving mountains and overturning seas.

Hundreds of thousands of troops surged like a flood, covering the entire plains of Lu Zhou.

Among their ranks were commanders riding tall horses and soldiers wielding heavy weapons, each filled with the desire for victory.

The Great Qian Army appeared somewhat caught off guard under the Yellow Turban Army's total assault.

Their originally solid defenses gradually collapsed under the Yellow Turban Army's fierce onslaught, and soldiers began to panic.

Although they exerted all their strength to resist, facing the Yellow Turban Army's tide-like offensive, they still suffered successive defeats.

On the battlefield, soldiers from both sides engaged in a desperate struggle.

Blades flashed, iron cavalry charged, arrows fell like rain; each clash saw someone fall.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, as if it would overwhelm one's sense of smell.

Commanders from both sides waved their weapons on the battlefield, directing soldiers to charge and break through.

Their figures flitted unpredictably across the battlefield; each appearance greatly encouraged their own side.

The Yellow Turban Army's offensive grew ever more fierce, as if they were tirelessly charging and breaking through.

Their shouts shook the heavens, as if they wanted to submerge the entire Lu Zhou.

Meanwhile, the Great Qian Army gradually collapsed under the Yellow Turban Army's fierce assault; their defenses were torn open repeatedly, and soldiers began to scatter and flee.

Hundreds of thousands of troops intertwined, unfolding a heart-pounding fierce battle.

Soldiers from both sides fought bravely on the battlefield; their figures wove together in the sea of blood and fire into one heart-stopping scene after another.

At this moment on the battlefield, the morale of the Great Qian soldiers had sunk to rock bottom.

Facing the Yellow Turban Army's tide-like offensive, their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

Many soldiers had already lost their will to fight; they dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and surrendered to the Yellow Turban Army.

Yet the Yellow Turban Army showed no mercy whatsoever; they waved their weapons and slaughtered those surrendering soldiers one by one.

At the very front of the line, the Great Qian commanders tried to organize effective resistance, but their efforts were in vain.

The Yellow Turban Army's offensive was too fierce; they simply could not withstand its pace.

The Great Qian commanders fell one after another, and their deaths left the Great Qian Army with no hope left.

In this defeat, the soldiers of the Great Qian Army experienced fear and despair like never before.

They watched their comrades fall one by one, and saw their defenses being breached bit by bit.

Their hearts were filled with helplessness and sorrow, as if the whole world were collapsing at that moment.

On the battlefield, everywhere lay the corpses of Great Qian soldiers and discarded weapons.

Their blood stained the entire battlefield red, as if narrating the tragedy and solemnity of this fight.

And the Yellow Turban Army cheered and shouted on this ruined ground, celebrating their victory.

With the Yellow Turban Army's continual charges and the total defeat of the Great Qian army, the entire Lu Prefecture had already become the territory of the Yellow Turban Army.

(End of chapter)