Reincarnation in the Three Kingdoms Era with a System

Chapter 666: 666 Total Annihilation

The breakthrough of the vanguard took less than five minutes.

In those five minutes, before they could even prepare, the two thousand soldiers of the vanguard had been routed.

Zhao Yun led the charge, directing his cavalry to continue the fight. Utilizing his unique ability to exploit weaknesses, he would often find the most chaotic spots and charge through them.

The previously organized ranks crumbled instantly under the onslaught of the fleeing soldiers.

Gao Shun saw a fierce general charging towards him.

He was incredibly surprised but not panicked. Instead, he shouted, "Form ranks! Meet the enemy!" His personal guards immediately formed a protective formation around him, those in front raising their shields high, those behind holding their spears level—a perfect combination of blocking and attacking.

Even a cavalry charge, let alone a direct assault, would only result in the death of both horse and rider!

Lu Ming charged forward with a sinister grin. Just as they were about to make contact, he used his spear to pierce the shields, sending enemies flying along with him, instantly tearing the formation apart.

He then relentlessly charged through the enemy ranks, the spearmen having no chance to turn their spears, man against man.

This formation was only effective in direct confrontation; once breached, it meant slaughter.

"The Trapped Camp, kill!"

Gao Shun roared, personally leading the charge, his broadsword slashing fiercely. This battle was necessary; a fight to the death.

Despite his low combat prowess,

his sword moved with terrifying force, the air currents creating a chilling blade.

Unfortunately, Gao Shun was at best a second-rate general, his strengths lying in training troops and defense; he was virtually useless in one-on-one combat.

Just as the blade was halfway through its strike, Lu Ming flicked the man into the air, sending him crashing to the ground, dazed and disoriented. A spear shaft struck his head, and he was instantly knocked unconscious.

"Gao Shun has been captured! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Lu Ming roared, an invisible aura of dominance emanating from him.

His kingly presence sent shivers down people's spines, making them tremble and unsteady on their feet. Thump, one surrendered, and another followed.

Some die-hard loyalists still tried to resist, only to be cut in two. Meanwhile, Zhao Yun led his troops in a fierce battle against Zhang Liao, who had arrived as reinforcements.

The two fought intensely, the air thick with dust and stones. Even the aftershocks of the attack could break limbs, let alone a direct confrontation.

The two were evenly matched, locked in a fierce battle, with Zhao Yun gradually gaining the upper hand…

Zhang Liao, though at a disadvantage, was still holding on; a decisive victory would require at least fifty rounds.

However, the situation was different for his soldiers. The Liangzhou cavalry faced off against the Bingzhou cavalry, and the gap in strength between the two sides was significant.

Lu Ming's cavalry were at least third-stage spearmen, or even fourth-stage axemen, light cavalry, heavy cavalry, tiger and leopard cavalry, and so on.

The Bingzhou cavalry, at best, were spearmen, few and far between; the majority were ordinary cavalry, not even professional units, merely second-stage troops without any training or coordination.

Each stage of troop type differed greatly, not to mention that the fourth stage allowed them to learn a special skill, accumulating rage with each attack or being attacked.

When enough rage was accumulated, the special skill could be unleashed, dealing massive damage.

In terms of overall attack stat allocation, even disregarding class differences, the difference in stats is still two to three hundred points per stage. Health, defense, and so on are on completely different levels.

It feels like a high-level player going back to grind low-level dungeons, easily wreaking havoc.

Therefore, while Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao were still locked in fierce combat, these seasoned Bingzhou cavalrymen were being unilaterally slaughtered.

Occasionally, they could inflict damage, trading one life for another, but their side would lose at least ten men.

And often, they couldn't even trade kills; the healers in the rear would simply lift them up.

Trying to reach the healers was impossible; the heavy cavalry guarding them were an insurmountable mountain, completely and utterly countered.

When Zhang Liao tried to escape, he was horrified to find himself surrounded!

Those knights, their entire bodies and horses encased in heavy armor, were difficult to kill even with a full-force attack.

These armored knights were like impenetrable walls, locking him firmly in place! "Zhang Liao, surrender. His Majesty has passed away, the Crown Prince is being held hostage, and the Ze clan is acting rebelliously, using the Emperor to command the feudal lords. You shouldn't do such disloyal and unjust things."

Zhao Yun said earnestly.

In his view, everything Lu Ming did was right. The Crown Prince was young, and even if he were a king, he was being held hostage; it wasn't what he wanted at all.

"Haha! What a joke! I, Zhang Wenyuan, am a coward who clings to life! Enough talk! A true man should die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide!" Zhang Liao roared, his momentum rising again as he slashed at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun remained expressionless, his eyes focused as he continued his fight with Zhang Liao.

Since his opponent couldn't escape, he might as well capture him alive; that would be a great achievement.

Even if he couldn't, he could kill him. Reducing the enemy's manpower as much as possible was the only way to win!

Sunset Pavilion.

When Dong Zhuo arrived with his troops, they were already quite exhausted. He lacked Lu Ming's military talent, which was why it took him half a month to reach the city, even with a hurried pace.

Thus, many heavy weapons were left behind, and only a few large crossbows were brought, with a shortage of bolts.

At this moment, a scout returned with the report, "Reporting, sir, the entire Bingzhou army of 20,000 men outside Luoyang has been annihilated. Gao Shun, Zhang Liao, and Song Jian have been captured, and Hou Cheng has been beheaded. The Liangzhou army has occupied Beiman Mountain and Que Mountain!"

"What!"

Dong Zhuo was shocked. He had hoped to test his skills against Lu Ming, but upon arriving, he received such horrifying news.

He had long clashed with Ding Yuan's soldiers and knew each other's fighting strength intimately. It was no exaggeration to say that Ding Yuan relied heavily on his two trump cards: Lü Bu and Gao Shun.

Lu Bu, as the strongest fighter, was the bravest in the army. As the vanguard, he could break through enemy lines, disrupt their formation, cause them to collapse, and boost morale.

Gao Shun, on the other hand, was the trump card. His training and combat experience, coupled with the continuous influx of well-trained soldiers, raised the overall quality of the Bingzhou army's troops to a new level. At least their combat effectiveness was guaranteed; even Gao Shun couldn't guarantee a victory.