Zhang Liang, riding on his horse, was startled by this scene, a look of panic on his face.
He had never expected there to be an ambush in this valley.
The key was that his scouts had not detected any Han Army approaching, and the imperial army led by Lu Zhi was still below Ye City, with no reports of any movements.
How could there be an ambush here? Could it be heavenly soldiers and Generals?
Watching the boulders rolling down the surrounding slopes and the sharp arrows continuously raining down, striking down all the surrounding soldiers, their formation began to fall into chaos.
Zhang Liang didn't have time to think much; he had, after all, seen big battles before. He quickly drew the sword at his waist and sternly ordered the Generals around him!
"Immediately stabilize the formation, don't panic. Anyone who dares to break the formation will be killed without mercy!"
Upon receiving the order, the Generals around him rode their horses, directing the soldiers to stabilize their formation.
Arrows from both sides of the valley rained down like a fierce storm, piercing into the Yellow Turban Army's formation.
The sound of arrows hitting flesh could be heard from time to time, bodies continuously fell, blood splattered, and screams rang out one after another.
Even with Yellow Turban General rushing back and forth among the army, directing the soldiers to maintain their formation, the effect was very poor.
Many Yellow Turban soldiers had not experienced any proper large-scale battles; normally, they relied on sheer numbers to attack or defend cities.
Faced with this sudden attack, their hearts were terrified, their minds went blank, and they didn't know what to do.
Especially as the soldiers around them were constantly being shot down, their fear grew even stronger, and they disregarded the formation, fleeing in disarray.
The entire formation became increasingly scattered; even the surrounding Generals, drawing their blades and cutting down these fleeing soldiers, could not stem the tide.
Especially the vanguard and rearguard, who did not have time to respond to each other, began to break apart like mud soaked in yellow water, constantly spreading to both sides.
Just then, the sound of horns and drums boomed from both sides of the valley.
"Woo woo woo, boom boom boom!"
The Han Army soldiers on both sides waved their flags and shouted, their morale soaring. Led by their Generals, they charged down into the valley, weapons in hand.
They continuously roared loudly!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
These Yellow Turban soldiers, whose formation had already been shattered by the arrows, now saw the Han Army charging with overwhelming momentum.
Their courage completely broke, and they all threw down their weapons and fled in disarray.
Zhang Fei, with an angry frown, wielded his long spear, sweeping it across the crowd.
Several Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him were instantly sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and grimacing in pain.
The long spear moved like lightning, going straight through the crowd. Any soldier who came close was instantly pierced through, and blood continuously splattered.
Han Dang, Wei You, and other Generals, holding their blades, led their respective troops, fighting bravely.
They charged through the crowd like autumn winds sweeping fallen leaves, displaying an irresistible momentum.
Zhang Liang, in the crowd, watched as the formation continuously collapsed, and many fleeing soldiers rushed towards him, sweeping the surrounding soldiers with them as they fled backward.
His eyes filled with killing intent, he swung the blade in his hand, directly stabbing two nearby soldiers to death, blood splattering all over his face, and he roared with a heart-wrenching cry!
"Pick up your weapons! Continue to resist! Anyone who dares to run will be killed without mercy!"
Unfortunately, the surrounding soldiers had already fallen into chaos from the ambush, and now, after being charged by the Han Army from both sides of the valley, their morale was completely gone.
They only wanted to escape and didn't hear his words at all, sweeping the surrounding soldiers with them as they retreated backward.
Seeing this, Zhang Liang gnashed his teeth in anger, continuously brandishing his blade, cutting down these fleeing soldiers, hoping to gather them again to fight the Han Army.
Just then, the Generals he had sent to maintain the formation came fleeing back one after another, panic on their faces, shouting loudly!
"General, let's retreat quickly! The Han Army has already charged, and the formation has completely collapsed. There's no power left to resist!"
"We can only escape this valley and rally the scattered troops around us to have a chance to fight again. Staying here means certain death!"
Zhang Liang, upon hearing this, was angry, but saving his life was more important.
He immediately squeezed his horse's flanks with his legs, brandished his whip, and retreated backward.
Zhang Fei, Han Dang, and other Generals led their respective troops, continuously charging forward, cutting down enemies as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.
The Yellow Turban Army retreated out of the valley like a tide.
Just then, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the ground.
Many Yellow Turban soldiers looked forward.
They saw a dense mass of cavalry, kicking up clouds of dust, charging towards them with overwhelming momentum.
When they clearly saw this scene, many soldiers' legs went soft, their eyes filled with fear, and they screamed!
"Run! It's the Han Army cavalry!"
With just that one shout, these surrounding soldiers were all scared and fled in disarray, not daring to pick up their weapons to resist at all.
The soldiers, who had already lost morale, only wanted to escape. Where would they find the courage to organize themselves to fight cavalry? It would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
Guan Yu, riding a black horse, held a gleaming broadsword, his cheeks grew redder, and his eyes emitted a cold light.
He led five hundred cavalry behind him, charging forward.
He continuously roared loudly!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The deafening sound was very clear in this valley.
The foremost cavalry had already plunged into the midst of these Yellow Turban soldiers, continuously slashing and killing with their blades.
Blood splattered, and bodies continuously fell.
Some slow-moving Yellow Turban soldiers were even trampled under the hooves of these charging cavalry, instantly becoming a mass of flesh and mud, with blood and flesh fragments scattering.
Screams rang out one after another at this moment.
The surrounding soldiers all fled in disarray, without any will to fight.
Liu Jin, standing at the rear, saw this scene, his face filled with joy.
With a pincer attack, plus Guan Yu's cavalry charge, these thirty thousand troops in front of them completely collapsed, scattering in all directions, no longer having any power to resist.
Liu Jin did not hesitate and immediately ordered the five hundred militiamen behind him!
"Grab your blades and charge with me! Slay these Yellow Turban!"
As his voice fell, Liu Jin, riding a tall horse, led the crowd behind him in a charge, beginning to cooperate with Zhang Fei and others to encircle and kill these Yellow Turban.
Zhang Liang, in the crowd, had originally planned to integrate these scattered troops after escaping the valley and continue to fight the Han Army.
Because he had also seen clearly that there weren't many Han Army, at most about five thousand.
Ah, he never thought that the soldiers who had just been fleeing like a tide would actually rush back towards him, as if they had encountered some fierce beast, screaming in terror.
Before he could react, the ground beneath his feet began to shake, and the dense mass of cavalry in front of him charged towards his position.