This army was originally sent by Han Sui to support Bian Zhang; ostensibly for support, but in reality, it was simply to escort supplies.
Compared to the life-or-death struggle on the battlefield, this task of escorting supplies was the most comfortable, the safest, and the best way to preserve strength.
Furthermore, this was a scheme devised by Ma Teng and Han Sui, sworn brothers. They could rebel, but they wouldn't engage too closely with the rebel army.
Once the rebel army was defeated, they could turn around and stab them in the back, absorbing their forces.
The Han Dynasty wouldn't launch a large-scale campaign against the western Liang border regions because of two warlords.
As long as they outwardly submitted and agreed to be vassals, everything was negotiable.
However, if it were closer to regions like Hanzhong and Anding, it would be a fight to the death.
Simply because these places were rich and fertile, and located in the Guanzhong Plain, fighting was inevitable.
A fierce general, wielding a long spear, charged with ferocious speed on his warhorse. Wherever his spear struck, men and horses fell. Such bravery was rare even in the remote borderlands of Xiliang.
The surrounding Dong army soldiers, also men of fierce spirit, roared and charged forward with reckless abandon.
When the general's speed began to wane, he immediately drew his sword to meet the attack, thrusting his spear in.
Such a deadly scene would have been fatal for an ordinary general.
But this general showed no panic. He pulled on the reins, causing his horse to rear up, and with a powerful kick, sent a soldier flying.
His horsemanship was top-notch for the time. His spear moved swiftly, the speed of his thrusts almost imperceptible, only a faint afterimage flashing through the air.
Thud! Several soldiers surrounding them had their eyebrows pierced, leaving gaping holes, yet no blood oozed out, making the scene exceptionally bizarre.
"Don't be so arrogant, you scoundrel! Take my blade!" roared the burly man from the southwest, his longsword clashing violently with the opponent's spear. Sparks flew from the point of impact, demonstrating the terrifying force of both sides.
A fierce battle between two fierce generals, a chaotic, seemingly unremarkable exchange, but only an expert could discern the true nature of the fighting.
Any soldier who came within three meters, friend or foe, was instantly torn to shreds. The aura emanating from the fierce generals created a sandstorm, preventing even close proximity.
Lu Ming glanced at the scene, then continued casting his Vajra Body Protection spell.
He didn't use the Life Healing Technique; the Life Healing Technique alone didn't provide much experience, ranging from three to five points.
The Vajra Body Protection skill, however, could at least level him up, with a wide range and a broad reach, naturally yielding a large amount of experience.
Occasionally, he would charge into densely populated areas, reaping the lives of rebel soldiers while waiting to recover his strength.
In his view, the flowing blood and heads were all achievements, all experience.
At this point, it was either kill or be killed; talking about morality was like an old man eating poison!
Clang! Clang! Clang! The continuous sound of leveling up rang out, and Lu Ming excitedly swung his broadsword, cutting down the rebels like vegetables.
Dong Zhuo's elite troops were all deployed, even if they weren't top-tier in quality.
However, their sheer numbers were enough to suppress this rebel army. Often, if a troublesome general appeared, two others would step in to suppress him, minimizing his effectiveness.
"Ding, current level: 15."
"Job change activated!"
"Ding, job change successful."
"Lu Ming: Job, Divine Healer, Level: 1."
"Learned special skills: Silver Moon Frost, Healing, Alchemy."
Silver Moon Frost: Heals allies within 20 meters with the essence of the moon and the spirit of flowing water, healing value is twice the spell attack value. Consumes 50 spell points.
Healing: You can use your rich and exquisite medical skills to treat injured or sick characters and gain their favor.
Alchemy: Refine miraculous pills with medicinal herbs; recipes need to be collected by yourself. Currently, you are given Marching Pill and Blade of Fire.
After a cursory glance, Lu Ming's heart raced. This seemed extraordinary.
Group healing, post-treatment healing, and a mysterious alchemy method—these all seemed to carry a hazy feeling. He felt like he had touched the threshold of technology. He believed in science!
"Kill!" Lu Ming roared, charging into battle on his horse, venting his inner excitement through carnage.
This was a huge secret; no matter what, he would keep this secret of the system to himself, never telling anyone.
As Lu Ming exerted his strength, the experience gained from trying group healing continued to climb, his experience points soaring.
Besides healing soldiers, he also diligently killed enemies, displaying his ferocious side.
Only bravery could earn him battle merits; healing and casting spells only increased his experience points further.
A force of six thousand men was quickly scattered, the remaining soldiers fleeing for their lives, fearing being caught by government troops.
Dong Zhuo also commanded his army to continue the pursuit, entrusting the cleanup of the battlefield to Lu Ming and Xu Rong, while he continued leading his men in pursuit.
Lu Ming stopped and went to the wounded soldiers' camp to bandage the wounded, essentially using his medical skills.
On his first use of medical skills, Lu Ming could see the condition of those he treated, limited to illness. Many were knife wounds, which were easily healed.
Simply bandage them and use life-restoring techniques to restore blood flow and speed up the soldiers' recovery.
Another type was fractures, requiring immobilization and bone-setting treatment.
The last type required a large amount of medicinal herbs; some bones had pierced the skin, showing various signs of twisting, and some chests were horribly dented from being trampled by warhorses.
Saving them was difficult, and they would require a long period of recuperation.
Lu Ming treated the lightly wounded first. Fortunately, there were enough military doctors here, so he didn't have to work for too long.
Xu Rong was a man in his thirties, nearly 1.8 meters tall, silent and ostracized within the Xiliang army system, simply because he was from Liaodong.
During the Eastern Han Dynasty, local powerful families were highly targeted; people from different regions harbored animosity and would seek out fellow townsmen for mutual support.
Just look at Yuan Shao. The Yingchuan faction, the Hebei faction, and the neutral faction on the other side—these forces all disliked each other; it's no wonder they couldn't get along.
There are only so many positions; if there are too many people, there won't be enough, and conflict is inevitable.