Zhang Jixian, Xie Chengkun, and Liu Banshan now command three large armies, boasting a combined force of 300,000.

They're all here to capture Han Shizhong!

Zhang Jixian boasted: "Han Shizhong is a fraud, a mere clown. Today, heroes from all over the world have gathered here to capture this scoundrel and rid the people of this scourge!"

To demonstrate that his vision was greater than Zhang Jixian's, Xie Chengkun recruited several poor scholars from the neighboring village to write a manifesto, the gist of which was: "I, Xie Chengkun, though unworthy, am willing to be the first in the world and vow to destroy the traitor Han to the death!"

The scholars wrote a long passage, and Xie Chengkun was so excited after reading it that he almost cried, even though he didn't understand a single word.

Cry! Just cry as hard as you can!

As a result, Xie Chengkun's subordinates were also moved to tears, saying that following him was a blessing they had accumulated over eight lifetimes!

Seeing that the two people in front of him had a grander vision than the other, Liu Banshan next door was naturally unwilling to fall behind.

He boldly proclaimed, "Are kings and nobles born with special privileges?"

In an instant, the three bandit armies were all like they had been injected with chicken blood, so excited that they all felt that they would have lived in vain if they didn't save the world!

So they started drinking to celebrate their great idea!

"Come on, let's drink to the people of Hebei!"

"Let's drink to the sake of all living beings!"

Cheers to peace and prosperity throughout the world!

"Hey, brother, how can you save the world if you don't drink enough wine?"

"Come on, let's drink for three days and three nights!"

"The traitor Han is already at his last gasp; our righteous army will kill him in the blink of an eye!"

"..."

The rain had stopped, night had fallen, and the sky over Daming Prefecture at the end of May was spotless, with stars like diamonds set in the deep blue sky.

Ahead on the plains, the bandit army, much like entrepreneurs in later generations, hadn't even accomplished anything yet, but they were already celebrating their grand ambitions.

When those elementary school students open this history book, they will ask their teachers: Why did the bandits have such inexplicable self-confidence?

The instructor would usually answer like this: Because Marshal Han used the strategy of feigning weakness to lure the enemy, which fully demonstrates Marshal Han's military talent.

Zhao Huan simply laughed it off when he saw the course; after all, you can't tell elementary school students that the general public has no intelligence.

As night fell, a crescent moon hung on the treetops.

The early summer night was particularly dark, and two thousand iron cavalry broke the tranquility of the plain, as if they were about to shatter the ground.

The two thousand Imperial Guards were dressed in armor, with long sabers at their waists and shields with tiger tattoos on their arms.

All the anger they had been building up exploded in that instant.

When Han Shizhong led his men in, the drunkards were still shouting: "Let's drink to the common people!"

Just as one of the minor leaders raised his cup, a crossbow bolt pierced his left eye, splattering a spray of blood.

The entire room was shocked!

Someone had just stood up when their head was chopped off.

In an instant, two thousand horse-slaying swords appeared, their cold gleam reflecting in the firelight.

The bandits present were hacked to pieces in the sea of ​​swords wielded by the Imperial Guards, their flesh and limbs flying everywhere, wine and blood mingling together.

This was a killing spree that couldn't be stopped. They charged in without any restraint, hacking at anyone they encountered.

The broadsword sliced ​​through flesh and blood, sending up sprays of blood, and tore through bones, splitting them open.

Screams could be heard everywhere.

Bandits are bandits after all; they have no organization, no discipline, and rely on cheap enthusiasm to indulge in wild fantasies.

When a truly powerful army arrives, their instinct is to scatter in panic.

"Ah! Run! Han Shizhong is coming! Run!"

"Han Shizhong eats people! He breathes fire!"

"Help! I need to go back to my mother!"

"..."

Zhang Jixian's so-called 100,000-strong army collapsed instantly and scattered across the plains.

Wherever Han Shizhong's army went, a sea of ​​blood followed, and every step of the horses' hooves would create a wave of blood.

Every knife tore through human flesh, and heads rolled to the ground as if they were free. Even worse, some were cut into several pieces at once by several Imperial Guards, and then trampled into mincemeat by warhorses.

During the daytime, viewed from above, Han Shizhong's army resembles an incomparably sharp giant sword, soaring across the plains, unstoppable and invincible!

In another direction, heavily armored infantry, lined up in neat rows, formed square formations of one hundred men each, forty in total, and began to advance at full speed.

Each of them was equipped with a powerful crossbow and, led by their respective captains (equivalent to centurions), charged towards the bandit camp.

First came a powerful torrent of crossbow bolts, which turned the fleeing bandits in front of them into pincushions.

Immediately, everyone drew their sabers and began a rapid charge.

Their imposing presence seemed to make the earth tremble beneath their feet.

Xie Chengkun was still in the camp forcing his men to sing his praises, living in his own dream.

The henchmen outside rushed in: "Boss... Boss... they're calling..."

Like hungry wolves charging into a sheepfold, Lin Yu's former Imperial Guard infantry legion also drew their snow-white sabers and began a frenzied slaughter, cutting everything in their path into pieces.

Xie Chengkun's army also collapsed, and the bandits fled for their lives in disarray, tumbling and crawling.

Screams and cries filled the air, like the wailing of demons being tortured in hell.

The sound was barely audible by the time it reached Liu Banshan's group, which was several miles away. The group was too noisy to hear it at all.

The cold moon in the sky was silent, and I don't know how much time had passed.

When some of Zhang Jixian's men successfully escaped to Liu Banshan, crying and covered in blood, Han Shizhong had already hacked two-thirds of Zhang Jixian's men to pieces.

The entire Imperial Guard was like a ghostly legion that had emerged from a sea of ​​blood, with endless killing intent in every single one of their eyes.

The warhorse beneath him seemed to be driven mad by the powerful killing intent, its blood-stained red hair constantly dripping blood.

Those who fled to Liu Banshan were utterly terrified, unable to speak, their whole bodies trembling, completely dumbfounded.

I have never experienced such a terrifying scene in my entire life.

"Run...run!"

Liu Banshan's men looked at each other, not taking it seriously, but when they saw more and more people coming over, they realized something was wrong.

But it was too late!

Han Shizhong took the lead, swung his sword, and the blood on it slid out in a wave as the sharp blade moved quickly, splitting the terrified man in front of him from his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen!

This shows how terrifying the force of Han Shizhong's strike was!

A head flew over and landed on Liu Banshan's table. It was Zhang Jixian's head, his eyes still wide open, his face showing the terror of the moment before death.

A deafening roar of killing and screams erupted from ahead. Liu Banshan shook his head, scrambled to his feet, and was about to flee when the tent was torn open. A man clad entirely in black iron armor rode a magnificent steed and charged in from outside.