Chapter 603: Breaking the Army Alone

"What magic can make my spear bigger?"

Zhang Fei's voice even suppressed the cries of killing on the battlefield, showing the potential of breaking the bridge to draw back the water.

He deliberately used this method to undermine local morale.

This is Taoism. Are you afraid of Taoism?

You Taiping demons are not the only ones who have their own methods.

"cannot."

Xia Yanzhen's reply made Zhang Fei's rare strategy useless. He walked forward and the blue clouds swept across.

A large open space was swept out, and countless soldiers were swept away and torn apart.

With a gun circle of nearly forty meters, the attack range is so "broad" on the battlefield.

"Don't panic! Use cigarettes!"

Guan Hai's voice came from behind, and more than ten bamboo tubes were thrown next to Xia Yanzhen and exploded.

Thick purple smoke came out from inside, exuding a fishy-sweet smell that was almost stinking.

"Poisonous smoke?"

Xia Yanzhen directly adjusted his breathing method to internal circulation. At the same time, he took off his prisoner of darkness coat and tossed the large coat.

Strong winds blew up, blowing away the thick smoke around them.

Just as the poisonous smoke was blown around, several sounds of piercing the air struck, and several sawtooth disks flew towards them in rotation.

Xia Yanzhen casually used the Dark Prisoner's coat as a weapon and smashed the discs.

Soldiers came from behind the door and stabbed his back and neck with spears.

Xia Yanzhen did not dodge, and allowed these soft and weak spears to stab him. He pushed back, and the tough spear heads broke. A group of soldiers were knocked off balance and fell back by the force of the attack.

After dressing up in the prison of darkness, there were soldiers stumbling around, showing signs of pain, and were counterattacked by the poisonous smoke.

Xia Yanzhen picked up Qingyun again, swept in all directions, and walked towards the general's camp at the rear.

As the front advanced, he saw the morale surrounding him gradually change.

At first, those morale were like invisible flames.

Now the shape is like a vine with many small thorns, entangled around the soldiers, making their movements restrained, hesitating and not daring to get close, and even wanting to turn around and run away.

"Morale seems to be a power of emotion and desire."

Xia Yanzhen thought to himself.

No soldiers around dared to rush forward. They kept retreating as Xia Yanzhen advanced.

It's not unheard of for a fierce general to rush into battle alone.

But there are prerequisites - the man is strong, the horse is good, and the speed is fast.

It is very mobile, there are no corresponding strong generals to hold it down, and it is not really besieged.

When rushing into battle, what matters is a "rush"!

Rushing is the basic requirement for fighting one against ten thousand. Without rushing, no matter how strong a general is, it is impossible to fight one against ten thousand.

But the Taoist priest in front of him broke the conventional understanding of the soldiers around him.

He didn't ride a horse, nor did he rush up. He simply walked forward slowly, step by step.

The pace can even be said to be slow, just slightly faster than walking.

He is not the wind of death, but a mountain pressing down, the coming night.

Unstoppable!

No one can stop it!

Guan Hai had been retreating more than a hundred meters away from Xia Yanzhen. He drew his bow and arrow and shot at Xia Yanzhen, harassing him a little.

The intention to quit is already very obvious.

"Blow the trumpet!"

He said to the soldiers beside him.

The personal guard blew the horn, and the vast sound of the horn echoed on the battlefield. This was a call for help.

In the camp, Zhang Rao heard the sound of the horn, frowned and thought for a moment, then chose to order his troops, leaving only a few people to guard the gate of Qingzhou City.

Xia Yanzhen continued to advance, and the soldiers around him became more and more dispersed.

Those thorny auras are blurring, not disappearing, but like poisonous snakes, constantly passing through the soldiers' bodies.

"ah!"

Finally, several brave soldiers rushed over and were shot to death by Xia Yanzhen.

There was a cry of terror.

This cry became a trigger, completely igniting the fear around him.

The shrill screams rang out all around.

The spears, shields and other weapons in their hands were thrown away, and the soldiers who completely lost their fighting spirit turned around and ran back desperately.

Some ran too slowly and were pushed or knocked to the ground.

Before he could get up, he was stepped back and he never got up again.

Countless feet fell on them, trampling them to death.

Some soldiers stepped on the bodies of their colleagues and failed to stand firm. They also fell to the ground and immediately turned into another corpse.

Because there were relatively few people wearing armor, there was no large-scale discarding of armor.

Scattered on the ground were weapons and corpses that had been trampled into shape.

The battlefield is full of blood.

Although Xia Yanzhen was spotless, he could kill hundreds of people with a single blow.

The strong blood seemed to be boiling.

The world in front of Xia Yanzhen was slightly distorted. It was the "bloody evil spirit",

The "morale" was too strong, like the edge of a flame, and the high temperature distorted the surrounding scene.

Closing his left eye, the world in front of him suddenly returned to normal.

Although the morale could be seen, it had no effect on Xia Yanzhen.

After all, morale has more of an impact on "emotions." Xia Yanzhen suspects that this is the power of desire formed by strong emotions.

There is no emotion or desire in the eyes.

At most, he just distorts his vision and closes his eyes.

Continuing to walk forward, the scattered soldiers around him began to become abnormal.

Normal soldiers broke up and fled, that is, ran away.

These soldiers would make shrill screams of terror while running, as if they were crazy.

Even Guan Hai was greatly affected. He galloped wildly with a pale expression, and even the surrounding guards were knocked away by his horse.

At this time, Zhang Rao had just arrived with troops to support him. He was rushed by his own defeated troops, and the military formation suddenly became a little out of shape.

"Commanders, listen to the order! Charge with me!"

Behind Xia Yanzhen, Liu Bei's shouts came, followed by war drums and shouts of death.

Xia Yanzhen defeated the enemy army alone, and then it was time to beat up the drowned dog.

When leading troops to fight, apart from the fact that generals pay attention to a certain degree of fairness in a duel in front of the battle line, there is no need to pay attention to fairness and morality at other times.

Take action when it's time to take action!

Zhang Rao didn't expect that he would face such a bad situation when he arrived.

We can only resist hastily.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei rode straight towards Zhang Rao's location.

On the other side, the gate of Qingzhou City also opened, and a group of soldiers appeared to disperse the Yellow Turban Army who stayed here to guard.

Those Yellow Turbans did not forget to blow their horns to remind them.

But it doesn't help.

Even if Zhang Rao knew about it, he would not have the extra energy and troops to resist.

Under attack from both front and back, the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Rao soon lost all morale. Although they were not as dramatic as the soldiers who had just collapsed, they also began to retreat and began to escape.

"Walk!"

Zhang Rao also decisively asked the surrounding soldiers to protect him and escape.

This battle was a disastrous defeat, and he was helpless.

As soon as the general ran away, even the military flag fell down, and the Yellow Turban Army became completely scattered.

The only difference from lambs to be slaughtered is that they can run.

Several more horns sounded.

This was to remind Zou Jing that the soldiers who were preparing behind him could also come up to chase the poor bandits.

Zhang Rao didn't run for long before Zhang Fei and Guan Yu caught up with him.

Zhang Rao and his bodyguards were beheaded by the two brothers, and Zhang Fei held his head in his hands.

Under normal circumstances, at this time, raising your head high and shouting "The enemy general has been beheaded!" can fully damage the enemy's morale.

That's not needed now.

There is no need for Zhang Fei and Guan Yu to do anything more.

The Yellow Turban Thief has collapsed into disarray. One more head or one less head has no impact at all.

In the already one-sided battlefield, Xia Yanzhen rode over.

Tiamat had just arrived with her horse and asked Xia Yanzhen to get on the horse.

Xia Yan really didn't have much interest in chasing down these defeated soldiers. He had other things to do.

"Yun Chang, Yide." Xia Yanzhen said, "I have a question."

"Daozhang Xia, please speak." Guan Yu cupped his fists and said.

Xia Yanzhen is from outside the country and has no words. Others call him "Taoist Master" as an honorific title.

"I just saw that the defeated Yellow Turban thieves seemed to be scared out of their wits and going crazy?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"That's right."

Guan Yu said, "It is true that some soldiers will be frightened and go crazy on the battlefield, but not many."

Under normal circumstances, a collapse without armor is a very bad situation.

Better, you can fight and retreat at the same time.

No matter how good the victory is, the victorious side will still have to "don't pursue the enemy when it is poor", which is a bit like a strategic retreat.

Situations like today are very rare.

Guan Yu not only read Spring and Autumn Period, but also read various military books. He had only seen this kind of situation in books, but it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

Now is the time when the three Liu Bei brothers just debuted. To be honest, they are not considered battle-hardened.

Xia Yanzhen's question can only be answered through records in books.

"Then these people will always be crazy from now on?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

Guan Yu shook his head: "I don't know what will happen in the future."

Xia Yanzhen looked at Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei shook his head fiercely: "I don't know, wait -"

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"It seems that before I met my eldest brother and my second brother and became sworn brothers..." Zhang Fei remembered something.

At that time, he heard that a man returned home from defeat and died of madness within a few days.

"died?"

"Yes, he is dead. I even went to see him. The state of death is a bit scary." Zhang Fei said.

For a vicious man like him to say that the state of his death was a bit scary, he must have died in a very unpeaceful manner.

"Taoist Priest, why do you ask this?"

"Don't you think it's a little weird?" Xia Yanzhen said, "Morale, are the soldiers scared to death?"

Zhang Fei and Guan Yu looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Isn't this what troubled times are like?" Zhang Fei said carelessly, "It will be fine when the troubled times are calmed down."

"Maybe." Xia Yanzhen looked over and saw that the battle was not over yet.

On the battlefield, the so-called morale is still hanging over the battlefield.

The defeat of the loser is even more severe, and the pursuit of the winner is even more fierce.

With the troops from Qingzhou City and Zou Jing leading the troops, the siege of Qingzhou gradually came to an end.

At night.

Outside Qingzhou City, a large number of torches were lit, illuminating the battlefield outside the city.

The work of cleaning up the battlefield is essential.