A belief deeply rooted in the nation’s heart that will never be worn away, no matter how many changes it undergoes. This belief is what draws out the entire nation, the entire country’s belief, and perhaps this is the power capable of creating miracles.
However, with Zang Ba’s current understanding of collective belief, to awaken a nation’s, a people’s belief, either the country is already at the brink of life and death, or the nation is being reborn from the fire, forging a great glory.
As for other tis, there’s absolutely no chance, the hearts of people can only co together during such monts.
As Zang Ba broke through several lines of defense, the Miscellaneous Hun’s frontline situation was disrupted by Zang Ba, but the grey and yellow radiance enveloping the soldiers gradually began to dissipate. The collective consciousness of the Yellow Turbans, after a final outpouring and without replenishnt due to their disappearance, was on the verge of dispersion.
"It seems like we have to stop here," said a Yellow Turban, with power nearly equaling Zang Ba, feeling the gradually fading power helplessly, while patting Zang Ba’s shoulder, "Don’t die, the Yellow Turbans are gone, but it already obtained everything it once dread of." After that, he charged toward the enemy’s vanguard.
"If only I could live again, but unfortunately, I haven’t personally seen the prosperity of Mount Tai, nor have I been able to see the boys eat well, wear warmly, and go to school. Great Commander, rember to use your eyes to see for us!" said another Yellow Turban consciousness about to dissipate with a bitter smile, "I really hope to see that granary full of grains..."
"Too bad there’s no chance to have a drink with you," said another soldier, whose radiance was gradually disappearing, showing obvious regret in Zang Ba’s direction. Back then, they dared to revolt just to survive; the extravagant wish of the Yellow Turbans was just to live like a person.
"What a pity, full als in life were few and far between." Another soldier’s radiance disappeared.
"Everything General Tiangong promised would surely be fulfilled by future generations on your behalf." Another radiance shattered.
As the first radiance shattered, more and more radiance dissipated, with only over a dozen soldiers around Zang Ba still retaining their radiance, but looking at the wobbly situation, it won’t last long.
"If only I had been born twenty years later, it wouldn’t have co to this." Another radiance, carrying a sigh, dissipated.
"I wish I could see the Peace and Prosperity again." With this light sigh, there were only three radiances left around Zang Ba.
Before Zang Ba could speak, he felt a blur before his eyes, and when he ca to, he was no longer on the battlefield.
Looking at the man in the Taoist robe in front and the many phantoms around him, Zang Ba hesitated, not knowing what to say.
"This is my last power, though I didn’t expect it would fall into your hands, but the situation is far better than I predicted." The Taoist said with a smile on his face, "Although I failed, it’s great that soone can inherit it."
"I did borrow your na, after all, if you have any last words, you can tell ." Zang Ba said after a pause of silence.
"You never borrowed anyone’s na, instead, we owe you a lot." The Taoist shook his head and said, "We who go against the heavens knew the outco long ago, the fact that we carved out such a path is beyond expectation; initially, our thought was that the future was grim enough anyway, so even if we failed, how much worse could it get?"
"But having such a future is really wonderful, not in vain that I risked the danger of being struck into dust by Heavenly Thunder, took a big risk, it’s just that I couldn’t live to see this scene." The Taoist looked satisfied; Zang Ba was speechless.
"Watch over the entire world on behalf of us Yellow Turbans who have died." As he spoke, the Taoist’s figure gradually turned into a stream of light.
The next mont, shadows walked past Zang Ba, so gave a bow, so lightly patted his shoulder, with a series of blessings at his ear, Zang Ba couldn’t help but feel his eyes redden.
Zang Ba did not look back, but he could clearly feel all the phantoms behind him were bowing to him, and then everything in front of him gradually shattered.
"Please, Great Commander, carry on with everything we had, see what we once yearned for." As soon as Zang Ba returned to his senses, only this sentence lingered at his ear, and he couldn’t help but be filled with tears.
"Charge, all of you, break through!" Zang Ba yelled with tears, having always felt the deceptions of the Yellow Turbans due to the seasonal sacrifices, not daring to face the past directly, but as the last bit of radiance shattered, the final shackle on his heart had been broken.
Zang Ba, together with Guan Ping and others, took advantage of the chaos to fiercely attack the already chaotic, nearly defeated frontline of the Miscellaneous Hun, which had been blasted apart by earlier Yellow Turban Great Commanders, and soon managed to break out of the encirclent amid the chaos. However, as more and more Miscellaneous Hun followed in pursuit, the front showed signs of closing in again.
"General Zang, hurry away!" Seeing the Miscellaneous Hun had Rear Army charging and surrounding them again, Guo Huai imdiately led all the private soldiers of the Rear Army to turn back to fight; once Zang Ba’s bait mission succeeded in the big picture, they couldn’t be blocked here!
Guo Huai, just like Wenn Hong before, charged into the Miscellaneous Hun army without caring for life or death, desperately holding back the advance of the Miscellaneous Hun.
When Zang Ba looked back, Guo Huai had already driven his horse into the Miscellaneous Hun army and fought to kill an enemy general. As a commander, the mont you prepare for death is when your montum and combat power reach their peak.
Thus, in the instant Guo Huai charged into the Miscellaneous Hun army, the original advancing situation of the Miscellaneous Hun was completely thwarted, turning instead to focus entirely on killing Guo Huai’s private soldiers.
At this mont, Zang Ba couldn’t help but feel heartache, but almost in the mont he turned to look back, he issued the order, for the entire army to withdraw southwards, withdraw to the Yan Great Wall; all vengeance should be placed there!
At this ti, a cavalry unit of about a thousand arrived from the west, Wang Chen’s face was pale, but his gaze was exceptionally firm. After commanding the Wang Family’s private soldiers together with Zang Ba to leave, the entire team was uncommonly silent along the way.
Wang Chen retreated southwest all the way, finally, just before entering Bingzhou, he hadn’t taken the step into Bingzhou. After a long sigh, he directly turned the troops back and rode swiftly, managing to catch up in ti at the last mont.
Without any superfluous words, Wang Chen led all his private soldiers straight toward the Miscellaneous Hun extending towards the Han Army, then, without looking at the corps led by Zang Ba, turned directly and charged into the Miscellaneous Hun.
Unlike the five hours of fierce battle between Zang Ba and the Miscellaneous Hun, Wang Chen, although rushing all the way, hadn’t used much of his private soldiers’ physical strength. With the stance of conserving energy, the strength demonstrated far surpassed that of Guo Huai before.
"Boji, you are still young, retreat first!" Wang Chen slaughtered his way next to Guo Huai in one breath, shouting at Guo Huai.
"Why are you here?" Guo Huai parried a thrust but was hit by an arrow, yet his expression showed little fluctuation as he asked.
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