Chapter 16: Zhao Zilong takes the top merit! Three fierce generals make everyone jealous!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sounds of war drums and horns rose one after another.

Liu Shi led sixty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers out in full force; this time, they were determined to defeat these uninvited government troops led by Liu Bei.

The battle between the two sides soon began.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei acted as two arrowheads, frantically hacking and killing the Yellow Turban soldiers charging at them.

Although Liu Bei’s side was at a numerical disadvantage, their equipment was excellent, and their generals were powerful, so they actually suppressed the Yellow Turban soldiers on the other side.

Liu Shi was very angry.

"All troops, attack! Kill them all for me!"

The slaughter on the battlefield became increasingly intense.

Liu Bei also held a long sword and led a team of personal guards to fight back and forth.

His strength was about the same as Guan Yu’s and Zhang Fei’s, and he had been practicing his martial arts every day recently; killing these small soldiers was more than enough.

"Woo!"

"Roar! Roar!"

Shouts and war drums suddenly came from the mountains on both sides; many trees in the forest shook, and dust billowed.

"Not good! The government troops actually have an ambush!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers were worthy of being a force with terrible combat power; they really scattered at the first fright!

Bai Yuekui and Hua Hua Mulan, who charged out from both sides, led their soldiers to quickly scatter the flanks of the Yellow Turban soldiers, causing a huge collapse!

"Hold steady!"

"Hold steady, all of you!"

"Liu Bei doesn't have that many troops!"

Liu Shi roared loudly, trying to stabilize the gradually collapsing ranks!

"Da! Da! Da!"

A young general riding a white horse led a hundred-man cavalry unit and quickly charged toward this side.

The silver spear in the young general’s hand flew up and down; wherever he passed, men and horses fell, and no one was a match for him!

Liu Shi was shocked and couldn't help but shiver. ===== CHAPTER 33 =====

"Quick, kill him for me!"

Zhao Yun was faster than the soldiers under Liu Shi; in the blink of an eye, he was within a meter of Liu Shi.

"Bandit general, die!"

A flash of silver light, and before Liu Shi could even draw his saber, he was taken out by Zhao Yun’s spear!

Zhao Yun drew his sword and cut down Liu Shi’s commander flag with one stroke!

"Liu Shi is dead!"

"Liu Shi is dead!"

Liu Bei hurriedly ordered his soldiers to shout.

When the Yellow Turban soldiers saw this,

their commander was gone,

and even the commander flag was gone.

How could they dare to resist? They turned and ran toward the rear.

Almost in an instant, the entire Yellow Turban army collapsed!

Next was reaping the merits, capturing prisoners, and collecting spoils!

The chase lasted for half a day.

Thirty thousand of the sixty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were captured; the rest were either dead or had fled, nowhere to be found.

Zhao Yun carried Liu Shi’s head and knelt on one knee, his heart excited; he finally had a place to use his talents!

"My Lord, your subordinate has not failed the mission!"

Liu Bei helped him up.

"Zhao Zilong, I didn't misjudge you. This time, I’ll record the top merit for you!"

Zhang Fei returned, grumbling,

"Big Brother, I only killed Luo Shi; it wasn't satisfying at all!"

Liu Bei laughed heartily.

"Zhang Yide, don't be impatient. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Zou Jing sighed.

"Brother Liu Xuande, your soldiers and generals are fierce and extraordinary; I am very envious."

Liu Bei smiled.

"Brother Zou, being able to defeat the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans this time is the merit of both of us."

Zou Jing nodded to himself; Liu Bei was alright, not hogging the credit, a person who knew how to share.

The netizens in the livestream also sighed.

"I misjudged; I didn't expect the Big-Eared Thief to be a general after all."

"Zhao Zhao Zilong taking the head of the enemy commander from among ten thousand men made my blood boil! He is truly a fierce general!"

"Zhang Fei and Guan Yu are also fierce, making the Yellow Turban army run for their lives!"

"This Liu Bei has such good luck; he actually picked up these three peerless fierce generals!"

"Sisters Bai Yuekui and Hua Hua Mulan are also amazing; their movements are elegant, without a single wasted motion. Killing one man every ten steps—impressive!"

"I suddenly have some confidence in the Xia Kingdom; maybe this Liu Bei can really accomplish something."

"If Liu Bei accomplishes something, the Xia Kingdom will make a fortune. He is ranked very low by the system, so the rewards will definitely be super valuable!"

Qingzhou City,

Administrator Gong Jing raised his cup.

"Brother Liu Xuande, you are truly worthy of being a Han royal clansman; you saved our Qingzhou City in one battle!"

Liu Bei cupped his fists.

"Administrator, your defense was well-organized. Liu Shi only made a desperate attack on us because he saw no other opportunity, which gave us a chance to break the enemy."

Gong Jing stroked his beard and laughed.

"Brother Liu Xuande is humble."

He knew clearly that if Liu Bei hadn't come to rescue them, Qingzhou City might have already changed hands.

What Liu Bei said made Gong Jing feel quite comfortable.

"Come, come, Brother Liu Xuande, let’s continue drinking."

After three rounds of drinks,

Gong Jing said again,

"Liu Xuande, how do you plan to handle the thirty thousand Yellow Turban prisoners you captured?"

Liu Bei knew this guy was eyeing the prisoners.

He paused.

"Our army suffered relatively heavy losses this time, so we plan to select a thousand men to replenish our ranks. How about you handle the rest of the prisoners, Administrator?"

Gong Jing was overjoyed. He could sell these thirty thousand people to those powerful clans later, which would also be a considerable income.

"Good, good! Brother Liu Xuande, I will cover the equipment for your thousand men!"

"I will also give you two hundred horses and two hundred fine crossbows."

Liu Bei cupped his fists to express his gratitude.

This time, he kept all the supplies seized from the Yellow Turban army, except for a portion he shared with Zou Jing, which could be considered a bountiful harvest.

Just the grain alone amounted to over ten thousand shi, enough for the soldiers to eat for more than three months.