The horns sounded!
Yan Liang and Yuan Tan led the main army out, charging straight toward Gongsun Zan's command banner.
Yuan Shao held the center, directing the troops.
"The Vanguard Camp! The Vanguard Camp again!"
In the distance, Gongsun Zan's face darkened like still water at the sight.
His formation had been broken, and over a thousand men had died. Terror gripped the soldiers in the vanguard, sending them fleeing in every direction, their ranks collapsing.
Now, instead of seizing the chance to flee, Yuan Shao's main army pressed forward to fight him to the death, infuriating him all the more.
He had held the initiative, but he had also made a perilous move. If he failed to seize this chance to cripple Yuan Shao, he would never again have the power to turn the heavens back.
Faced with a counterattack now, how could he dare retreat?
Gongsun Zan brandished his spear and likewise ordered his central army forward.
Across the land of You Province, blood flowed deep enough to float pestles.
Severed limbs lay everywhere on the battlefield.
The battle between the two armies had reached a fever pitch.
As Yuan Shao made precise adjustments to his deployment according to the situation on the battlefield, he suddenly found himself surrounded by a cavalry force roughly a thousand strong.
Gongsun Zan's younger cousin, Gongsun Fan, had fought desperately through the army before him and charged straight toward Yuan Shao's Great Standard.
"Today we slay their commander and seize their banner! Brothers, follow me and kill the Yuan Thief!"
Spotting Yuan Shao beside the Great Standard, Gongsun Fan flushed crimson with excitement and charged toward him, spear leveled and horse surging forward.
At that moment, Yuan Shao had only a few dozen crossbowmen and just over a hundred Great Halberd Warriors