Chapter 690: Confrontation! [1]

After Gao Shun, Qu Yi, and Sun Jian personally entered the fray, the situation for the Huang Jin army took a sharp turn for the worse.

Qu Yi, with his eight hundred Vanguard Camp soldiers wielding great halberds, charged in from the left flank with an unstoppable momentum.

The great halberdiers in front swept through the Huang Jin army, while the crossbowmen following behind harvested them with powerful bolts.

On the right, the eight hundred Trap Camp soldiers led by Gao Shun, one hand holding a blade and the other a shield, clad in heavy armor, cut through the enemy like a knife through melon and vegetables.

The weapons of the Huang Jin soldiers, landing on the Trap Camp soldiers, could only produce a series of clanging sounds.

The sliver of morale they had just managed to scrape together was shattered in an instant.

The river water was stained red, and the Huang Jin soldiers within the river channel began to flee in a frantic, scattered mess.

Some, no longer caring about the turbulent river behind them, jumped into the water and were swept downstream.

Sun Jian, leading five hundred soldiers, waded through the river, pushing against the retreating Huang Jin army to make a forceful charge toward Bo Cai's position.

By this time, Bo Cai finally realized that the situation was lost.

Watching the three spear-like prongs of the Han army heading straight for him,

Bo Cai also understood that these people wanted his head; they were competing for credit.

The Huang Jin Warriors beside him numbered fewer than a hundred.

Those Huang Jin soldiers who could not escape had already begun to kneel and surrender.

Standing on his carriage, Bo Cai held a sword in one hand.

His yellow robe was already soaked through.

Blocked in front, pursued from behind, and surrounded on both sides—

there was no escape.

Bo Cai knew he could not escape.

Yet, there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

Instead, they revealed a touch of madness in the face of death.

"Haha!"

Bo Cai glanced around and threw his head back in laughter: "Come! Come and take my head!"

"You lords who usually sit high above, ignorant of the people's suffering and indifferent to the lives of the world—now that the people have risen in desperation, you only care about slaughtering them, using their heads as stepping stones for your own advancement!"

"Are you even fit to be officials, acting in such a way?"

"Today, though I die, I have no regrets!"

Bo Cai became increasingly manic.

"A thousand years from now, there will still be those who remember me!"

"I, Bo Cai, did not fight for myself, nor for fame or fortune; I fought for the people of the world."

"I fought to overthrow your tyranny!"

As Bo Cai roared at the sky, he pressed the sword in his hand against his own throat.

"You want my head to vie for credit, to kill me to claim merit? Don't even think about it!"

"Little ones, after I die, cut off my head and place it in the water!"

"Let them scramble for it!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bo Cai drew the sword across his throat.

Fresh blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his yellow robe red.

As Bo Cai's corpse fell heavily onto the carriage, the surrounding Huang Jin soldiers, who had still been capable of some resistance, completely collapsed.

The vast majority knelt on the ground and surrendered.

Beside Bo Cai were over a hundred Huang Jin Warriors.

These men had followed Bo Cai for at least five years.

They were the most devout believers selected from the Taiping Dao.

Some were even Bo Cai's disciples.

Bo Cai's final order was to cut off his head and place it in the river.

A Huang Jin Warrior jumped onto Bo Cai's carriage, brandished his straight blade, and struck it down in one blow.

Then, clutching Bo Cai's head, he wailed and roared: "We respectfully send off our Commander!"

The hundred-plus Huang Jin Warriors all knelt on the ground, some using their short swords, others using their horizontal blades.

After shouting that they were sending off their Commander, all hundred-plus Huang Jin Warriors committed suicide by cutting their own throats.

And that Huang Jin Warrior who had severed Bo Cai's head threw the head into the Xunshui River behind him, then stood on the carriage and committed suicide alongside Bo Cai.

On the riverbank,

Cao Cao could not help but be moved by this scene.

They called Bo Cai a thief.

A rebel thief.

The Three Excellencies and Nine Ministers in the imperial court said Bo Cai was a thief, a chaotic rebel.

But to these common people,

was Bo Cai a thief?

Probably not.

The people wanted to live.

But the imperial court imposed countless harsh taxes and levies.

Landlords and powerful clans annexed their land.

Officials everywhere extorted and plundered.

Disease raged, natural disasters were rampant, and the fields yielded nothing.

The people could no longer survive.

If such people were thieves, then what of them?

What were they?

Were they man-eating beasts?

In an instant, the deaths of Bo Cai and the hundred-plus Huang Jin Warriors stirred up waves in Cao Cao's heart that were difficult to calm.

"Big Brother, the head, the head!"

Cao Ren, standing beside Cao Cao, pointed at the Xunshui River.

Cao Cao, who had been lost in thought, suddenly snapped back to reality.

After Bo Cai's head had been severed, it was thrown into the Xunshui River behind them.

By now, the Xunshui River was like churning red magma,

dyed crimson by the blood.

The moment Bo Cai's head was thrown in, it vanished into the turbulent river.

"Cheng Pu!"

An anxious Sun Jian shouted out loud. ===== CHAPTER 692 =====