Wake up to control the power of the world, fall asleep embracing beautiful women.
Everything began when Zhao Hao time-traveled to the end of the Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms period, ami...
"Big brother! Big brother!!"
Early in the morning, Gong Du rushed into Huang Shao's tent and shouted anxiously.
"Big brother! Zhao Hao and his men...those men have crossed the river!"
Although Huang Shao was awakened by Gong Du, he did not panic like Gong Du did.
Huang Shao calmly washed his face, put on his armor in an orderly manner, and then said in a deep voice.
"What's meant to be will be. You shouldn't be so impulsive in the future."
Huang Shao lifted the tent flap and gave orders to his personal guards outside.
"All troops, form ranks and block the enemy!"
Only after Huang Shao gave the official order was the Yellow Turban army quickly mobilized.
"Heaven is dead!"
"The Yellow Heaven shall rise..."
That phrase, once used to describe a single call that garnered widespread support, led to war and chaos across the land.
Now, only this group of people remain, responding listlessly.
"Block the enemy and prevent them from crossing the river! Vanguard battalion, attack!"
The vanguard battalion selected by Huang Shao consists of the most ruthless group of people in recent years.
It was precisely because of them that Huang Shao was able to occupy the city so quickly after turning against the powerful families of Yanzhou.
"Soldiers, today is the day to kill the enemy and achieve merit!"
Our training over the past few months has not been in vain! We must show the Duke of Qin, who gave us this opportunity, and those aristocratic scions who look down on us.
How sharp are the weapons in our hands!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Zu Ti was not to be outdone. If Huang Shao sent men to form an array, then he would quickly form his own.
Having been promoted from nothing to become a general, Zu Ti was determined to make great contributions to repay Zhao Hao!
"Eight Gates Golden Lock, activate!"
Zu Ti alone could not possibly learn this formation.
But with Wang Meng's instruction, this formation is child's play for him!
"Hmph, what kind of formation is this? Brothers, the commander is waiting for us to return victorious. We can't let these dog soldiers stop us!"
"Kill them all!"
"Finally, I can unleash my full power and kill the lackeys!"
In the next instant, these people pounced on Zu Ti's army like wolves and tigers.
They had been suppressing their emotions for too long. Except for the initial period when they fought freely under Huang Shao's instructions, they hadn't held back for long.
For the rest of the time, they were practically rotting away from being cooped up!
"Hehe, you ignorant fools, you don't even recognize my military formation."
"Standard bearer, open the door to the wound!"
"promise!"
Huang Shao and Gong Du, watching from afar, had different expressions.
Gong Du chuckled, "Brother, these government troops don't look that formidable."
They landed early, but instead of attacking our army first, they formed this strange and inexplicable formation.
Our vanguard battalion, definitely...
Huang Shao waved his hand, "We'll definitely lose."
Gong Du was startled. "Huh? Why? Is this formation that powerful?"
Huang Shao sighed, "The Duke of Qin truly has a wealth of talented people under his command."
This formation is called the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, an ancient secret formation.
Legend has it that this formation was devised by an ancient military strategist who observed the stars at night.
The formation has several gates, but only a few gates offer a chance of survival.
If they enter through any other gate, they will surely perish! Unless... they have ten times the number of soldiers who are in formation.
Otherwise, none of those who enter the battle will survive.
Gong Du was shocked. "Brother, what are we waiting for? Let's send the whole army to rescue our brothers!"
Huang Shao sighed and shook his head. "Do you see to the left and right? Those large armies are also landing one after another."
It's better for us to observe from the sidelines. If we send our main force forward, they will surely attack from both sides, throwing our formation into chaos and leaving us unable to retaliate!
"Are we just going to stand by and watch them..."
"I've said it before, some things are destined. Order each battalion to form a crane-wing defensive formation and advance step by step. If we can save them, we will. If we can't... then we can only leave it to fate."
Remember, advance gradually; never approach the enemy unnecessarily, lest they change their strategy.
"yes!"
...
"Raise the large shields, prepare the bayonets!"
"Let them fire their arrows, then the cavalry will attack!"
"Yes, that's it! Use the swordsmen and shieldmen to surround and force the enemy to their deaths!"
"Good! Continue like this. Whoever kills more enemies will be personally petitioned on behalf of the Duke of Qin for merit, rewarded with money and silk, and granted a title and generalship. It will happen today!"
Seeing that the formation was quite effective, Zu Ti was filled with enthusiasm and quickly made a promise to boost morale.
However, Zhao Hao did not give him an official general title, so he could not make any definite promises.
"Shizhi, their army is here. However... they are quite organized and have not been thrown into disarray by our formation."
"As the young master said, Huang Shao is no ordinary man. Today's observation confirms this."
Brothers, prepare your shields! The enemy might unleash a hail of arrows!
Sure enough, shortly after Zu Ti gave the order, the Yellow Turban army unleashed six volleys of arrows, washing over the battlefield.
However, it is conceivable that although these Yellow Turban rebels had received material support from powerful families, they did not have many archers, and their skills could not compare with those of regular troops.
Secondly, their archers' arrows were too poor at penetrating armor; they could not even pierce the ordinary round shields of these eight thousand new soldiers, let alone cause any damage.
But you're saying he can't kill anyone... that's not to say.
The remaining Yellow Turban vanguard within the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation were now almost entirely wiped out...
"Brother Shizhi, that's about enough!"
"Hehe, with the young master's arrangements, plus the superior equipment and the overwhelming quality of the soldiers."
How dare these Yellow Turbans oppose the young master?
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