Upon receiving the order to retreat, the rebel soldiers also retreated like a receding tide.
"Excellent! The Imperial Guards truly deserve to be the most elite force in the Han Dynasty!"
Seeing the Imperial Guards defeat the rebels in just one exchange, the magistrate of Fuchun County couldn't help but cheer.
"What's this? Magistrate, please sit here and wait for us to go out of the city and fight!"
Huang Zhong waved his hand, and then, under the astonished gaze of the Fuchun County Magistrate, he led his men down to the city walls.
Only after Huang Zhong stepped down the stairs did the magistrate of Fuchun County, regaining his senses, hurriedly shout, "General Huang, the rebel army numbers forty thousand! We must not act rashly..."
"Though the bandits are numerous, they are nothing but weeds!"
Huang Zhong responded confidently, then walked towards the city walls without looking back.
"this......"
Watching Huang Zhong's disappearing figure, the magistrate of Fuchun County opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He could only order the soldiers guarding the city to prepare for the rescue.
Soon, the gates of Fuchun City, which had been closed for many days, slowly opened. Huang Zhong took the lead and rushed out of the city, followed closely by Li Jue, Guo Si, Gao Shun, Fan Chou, and five thousand Imperial Guard soldiers.
"Huang Hansheng is here! The bandits, do not flee!!"
Huang Zhong roared and spurred his warhorse straight towards the rebel army.
Huang Zhong's actions were not due to blind arrogance, but rather because he saw the rebel army retreating in a manner resembling a flock of sheep returning to their fold, completely disorganized. He believed that a haphazard charge would surely lead to a great victory.
The retreating rebel soldiers also heard Huang Zhong's roar and couldn't help but turn their heads to look.
Upon seeing Huang Zhong leading the charge and the five thousand Imperial Guards rushing towards them, the rebel soldiers at the rear were terrified. The fear of death drove them to accelerate forward without regard for anything else.
In an instant, the entire rear of the rebel army was thrown into chaos.
"What a bunch of rabble!"
Seeing this, Huang Zhong on horseback sneered, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and charged forward.
Since pledging allegiance to the emperor, except for the northern expedition against the Wuhuan, Huang Zhong has rarely gone to the battlefield. Seeing Lü Bu, Gongsun Zan, Sun Jian and others rising like new stars, the usually calm Huang Zhong couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Although Huang Zhong held the title of instructor of the Imperial Guard and was highly respected by many generals, he knew that this was not what he wanted.
The military is different from the imperial court; it has its own set of evaluation standards. It is a place that only looks at battle results. If you want to gain the respect of your soldiers, seniority alone is not enough; you need to have some solid battle achievements to gain a foothold.
Huang Zhong believed that his skills were second to none, so he was eager to achieve a brilliant victory to prove himself to the emperor and the generals in the army.
These rebels before him were his whetstone.
Huang Zhong pulled himself back to reality, his eyes fixed on the fleeing rebel soldiers before him, while his peripheral vision swept towards the rebel leader in the distance.
Fifty meters... thirty meters... ten meters...
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the rebels, Huang Zhong squeezed his legs tightly around the horse's belly, released the reins, gripped the great sword bestowed upon him by the emperor with both hands, and then raised it high, the sharp blade flashing a cold light.
"You thief, prepare to die!"
A fleeing rebel soldier heard Huang Zhong's shout and turned to look.
Amidst the terrified gazes of the rebel soldiers, Huang Zhong's longsword slashed through the air, instantly sweeping across their necks, sending a head flying high into the air, blood gushing out.
After killing the soldier, Huang Zhong charged into the rebel ranks on horseback, his long sword flashing left and right, each swing causing a rebel soldier to fall to the ground.
At this time, Huang Zhong was nearly thirty years old and in his prime. He had boundless strength and his long sword was as fast as lightning. In just a short while, seven or eight rebel soldiers died under his blade.
At the same time, five thousand Imperial Guards led by Gao Shun, Li Jue, Guo Si, and Fan Chou caught up and charged into the rebel army's ranks.
The rebel soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were knocked to the ground and then trampled into mincemeat by the cavalry that followed.
The soldiers of the Imperial Guard brandished their long swords, slaying every enemy before them.
The Imperial Guards charged into the enemy ranks like a surging red river rushing into the sea, splashing up wave after wave of blood-red waves.
The rebel soldiers, poorly armed and in disarray, collapsed instantly when faced with the unstoppable Imperial Guards.
Some rebel soldiers, knowing they were doomed, had just turned around to fight to the death when they were slashed to death; others didn't even get a clear look at the Imperial Guards before being pierced through the body and dying on the spot.
The defeat of the rebel soldiers was irreversible.
Huang Zhong, as the commander-in-chief of the entire army, also summoned more than a dozen personal guards, broke through the rear of the rebel army, and rushed straight towards the rebel leader.
Because Gao Shun was in charge of commanding the troops in the rear, Huang Zhong dared to leave the army formation without worry.
"Kill!"
Huang Zhong, who was charging ahead, brandished his long sword and kept slashing at the soldiers blocking his way. More than a dozen guards followed closely behind him, protecting the safety of his flanks.
When the rebel soldiers in front saw Huang Zhong, who was covered in blood and looked like a ferocious god, they were terrified and fled in all directions.
Upon seeing this, the rebel leader panicked and immediately turned and ran towards the crowd, attempting to escape in the chaos.
Huang Zhong narrowed his eyes, sheathed his broadsword, and quickly took out his bow and arrow. His arm muscles bulged, and an arrow flew out with the speed of a meteor, heading straight for the rebel leader.
The fleeing rebel leader heard a whooshing sound from behind, then felt a sharp pain in his throat and fell to the ground as an arrow pierced his throat.
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