On the Guangzong battlefield, Dong Zhuo gazed at the Yellow Turban Army, utterly suppressed by his forces, and beamed with satisfaction. "Ha! Is this the so-called Yellow Turban Army? Just a rabble. How could they compare with the Xiliang Elite Soldiers, who've had time to rest and prepare? The battle's been one-sided from the very start!"
"Ha! Lu Zhi, if you hadn't lost, I, Dong Zhuo, wouldn't have had the chance to make a name for myself." His Xiliang Elite Soldiers raised a thunderous battle chant and marched in perfect formation. Nearly a thousand Han soldiers surged forward like a flood of steel. Their fierce Killing Intent swept through heaven and earth, and confidence burned in every soldier's heart. Nothing in the world could stop their advance!
The spears and long sabers in their hands swung without pause, spraying arcs of blood. The Yellow Turban Armored Soldiers in the front ranks fell in swathes, as if reaped like wheat. Under the ferocious assault, the Yellow Turban Army's formation was thrown into disarray, and unrest spread through its ranks.
The Yellow Turban Army's command flags waved. The reserve troops in the rear had no choice but to fill the gaps in the line, one unit after another. Even then, they could only just manage to keep the formation from collapsing!
"Elder Brother, should we..." Zhang Bao, standing beside Zhang Jiao, began, then hesitated.
"Not yet. Wait a little longer." Zhang Jiao looked completely confident. Zhang Bao fell silent, obediently shut his mouth, and watched anxiously for the battle to turn.
Dong Zhuo smiled as he watched the Yellow Turban Army. The entire battlefield was under his control; his forces had nearly surrounded it. At his command, they could close in from every side. Even if Zhang Jiao could fly through the