Chapter 884 Qiao Shefei in Action
"Li Cunxiao is indeed a rare opponent. We, Si Yan, have rarely seen him in our lives. Now that Li Cunxiao is among the Yellow Turban Army, the entire battle situation has become extremely difficult."

Si Yan was silent for a moment, looking into the distance, where he seemed to be vaguely seeing the direction of Qianyuan City. Although there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them, he could feel the heavy pressure that the isolated city was under at the moment.

In the camp, soldiers were either busy repairing equipment or talking in low voices, but the topic always revolved around that frightening name - Li Cunxiao.

Whenever it is mentioned, one can always see faces showing fear. Even the most fearless soldiers in the Daqian army cannot hide the fear in their hearts.

"Your Majesty, morale in the camp is low right now, and fear of Li Cunxiao has spread."

"If this continues, I'm afraid..."

Yun Xinrou didn't continue talking, but her words implied that Si Yan had a clear mind.

Fear is contagious, especially in such a desperate situation. Once morale collapses, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Li Cunxiao..."

Si Yan whispered, this name was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on his heart.

The fierce Yellow Turban general holding King Yu's spear and riding a war horse almost became a frequent visitor in his nightmares.

In every confrontation, Si Yan could feel the opponent's extraordinary strength and ruthlessness, as well as the strong energy that seemed to be able to penetrate all defenses, which made him feel cold in his heart.

Seeing this, Yun Xinrou sighed softly. She knew that Si Yan felt no less frustrated than she did.

But as the actual commander of this trip, she not only has to face defeat on the battlefield, but also has to appease the emotions of her soldiers, and deal with endless pressure from the court.

Fresh marks of wounds were faintly visible on her clothes, which were caused by her most recent breakout. Even so, her eyes remained firm, and she showed no intention of retreating.

"Reporting to the prince, the latest intelligence shows that the Yellow Turban Army seems to have mobilized. Meng Zhang seems to be planning a new offensive, and the target may be our supply line."

At this moment, a messenger hurried over, knelt on one knee, and handed over a battle report with both hands.

As soon as these words were spoken, the camp was in an uproar. The soldiers picked up their weapons and looked around nervously.

Si Yan took the battle report, quickly glanced through it, and frowned.

Once their supply lines are cut off, their situation will become even more difficult.

"Everyone, it seems that the enemy does not intend to give us a chance to breathe."

"We must protect the supply lines and continue to look for opportunities to break through the Yellow Turban Army's encirclement."

He raised his head, his eyes sharp as torches, and scanned the generals around him.

"We must not only defend, but also fight back. We can use the cover of night to organize an elite team to raid a weak point of the Yellow Turban Army, disrupt their deployment, and boost our morale at the same time."

Yun Xinrou also stood up, and her originally gentle voice had become a little hoarse.

"Pass the order down, everyone prepare for battle, get ready to meet the enemy!"

Si Yan's voice resounded throughout the valley, quickly restoring order to the originally chaotic camp. Yun Xinrou quickly began to arrange the battle line and dispatch elite troops to prepare for the upcoming fierce battle.

For a moment, the valley was filled with the neighing of war horses and the symphony of weapons.

"Xinrou, we can't afford to lose this battle."

Si Yan broke the silence with a low voice.

"I know, my lord."

"But for Daqian and our comrades in Qianyuan City, we have no choice but to move forward until the last moment!"

Yun Xinrou responded softly. She also saw a bit of hopelessness, but they could not retreat!

At the same time, just as Yun Xinrou, Si Yan and others were discussing countermeasures intensively in the valley camp, a strange purple mist quietly spread in the depths of the dense forest not far away, like a shadow at night, lurking silently.

But it was obvious that as the view got closer, the fog was not a natural sight, but the manifestation of the unique aura of the Purple Nether Team led by Qiao Shefei under Meng Zhang. Dozens of Purple Nether team members, with a small group of cavalry, were like a group of ghosts, silently bypassing the cordon of the Daqian Dynasty camp and heading straight for the baggage transport line behind.

The leader, Qiao Shefei, was riding on a sturdy warhorse, wearing a purple and black battle robe, with the double blades of Doomsday casually hanging around his waist. Only his ears were tilted from time to time to listen to the movements in the distance.

Beside him, many elite members of the Purple Nether Team followed closely behind, each of them exuding an aura that should not be underestimated. The goal of their trip was very clear - to intercept food supplies!
"Baru, take a few brothers and lead a team of cavalry to make a detour from the flank to ensure that no fish escape the net."

Qiao Shefei whispered orders. Although deputy captain Baru had performed mediocrely in previous battles, at this moment, Qiao Shefei was still willing to believe that he could complete the task. After all, every soldier has his value, and the key lies in how to use it.

Therefore, because Baru was a little embarrassed in the previous confrontation with Han Tieling, he trained hard after returning to the Yellow Turban Army. After receiving successive guidance from top war gods such as Niu Mowang and Li Cunxiao, his basic martial arts strength has already increased a little long ago.

After all, even if Li Cunxiao and Niu Mowang, who were at the level of the strong, did not provide them with professional guidance, even a few words of casual instruction would be enough to benefit them greatly.

So when Baru, who felt that his martial arts had improved greatly, heard Qiao Shefei's order, he immediately nodded vigorously and led a team of people to quietly blend into the shadows in the forest.

The other members of the Zi Ming team also received orders and dispersed, like hunters in the night, quietly waiting for the appearance of prey.

Qiao Shefei led the main force and continued to move forward along the hidden path. Their footsteps were light and left almost no trace.

Along the way, Qiao Shefei stopped from time to time and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes to make sure that no news leaked out.

The baggage transport line is like the lifeline for any army. Once it is cut off, the consequences will be disastrous.

And now Qiao Shefei is going to deal a fatal blow to the most vulnerable link of the Daqian Dynasty.

However, the troops coming to support from the Daqian Dynasty are not all good-for-nothings, especially Si Yan, Yun Xinrou and others, who are rare generals. It is not easy to take action under their noses.

The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds, onto the land that is about to become a battlefield, covering everything with a layer of silver gauze.

In the distance, the baggage caravan of the Daqian Dynasty was moving slowly. The drivers were humming little songs, still immersed in the joy of being about to meet up with the main force, completely unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

As the distance got closer, Qiao Shefei could vaguely hear the sound of horse hooves and cart rumbles coming from the distance. It was the sound of the Daqian Dynasty's baggage train marching.

(End of this chapter)