The brothers three, leading troops to the foot of Daxing Mountain, encountered the vanguard of the fifty thousand Yellow Turbans.
The vanguard, commanded by Cheng Yuanzhi, was around five thousand strong, with disheveled hair and yellow turbans wrapped around their heads. As far as the eye could see, it was a sea of yellow, similar to the wheat fields at harvest time. Seeing the command flags fluttering ahead, the five hundred men led by Liu Bei couldn't help but feel a chill.
When the two armies met, they arranged their formations. The five hundred soldiers, inspired by the fearlessness of Liu-Guan-Zhang, also mustered their courage. After all, they were all from the same county, and to flee would only bring shame upon themselves. Moreover, it had been said before the battle that the Yellow Turbans were not to be feared; just slay their chief and the rest would collapse without a fight.
