The majestic Taiyuan City was under the crazy attack of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and tragic scenes were happening on the four city gates. Qunaben! The soldiers on both sides of the CoM were already a little numb. They were like robots, constantly waving the weapons in their hands and slashing at people with different colors of clothes. Corpses were strewn all over the majestic city walls. They opened their eyes wide, their eyes filled with helplessness and fear. Bright red blood stained the ancient city walls, and most of the dead were soldiers wearing yellow clothes. There were also many strong soldiers with white clothes.
Gao Shun kept hacking at the Yellow Turban soldiers who had climbed up the city wall. He was like a bloody man. With a powerful horizontal slash, he instantly cut two Yellow Turban soldiers into two, and hot blood sprayed all over his face. Gao Shun stopped and used his hand to wipe away the blood covering his eyes. "How many is it this time?" he asked in a low voice. 84 or 85?" He could not even count.
Behind Gao Shun were the elite troops of Lu Bu's army, the Breaking Ranks Battalion. They were also fighting a bloody battle, well-trained. Each and every one of them was like a god of death, never retreating. The Yellow Turban soldiers who had climbed up the city wall died under their steel knives one after another. They did not hesitate, did not retreat, and had the conviction to live and die together.
Under the strong attacks of the Breaking Ranks Camp, the Yellow Turban soldiers on Gao Shun's side were already in a complete mess. Fewer and fewer Yellow Turban soldiers climbed up the city wall. Zhao Hong, who was attacking the east gate, looked at the soldiers who were rushing up continuously. In the blink of an eye, they were all killed by the defenders. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. After all, they were the soldiers he had been with for many years. He really wanted to be the first to charge up the city wall and fight with Lu Bu's army. However, he resisted the desire in his heart and planned to take advantage of the chaos to disperse.
After all, his goal wasn't to attack Lu Bu. He wanted to break away from Zhang Mancheng's rule, and it would be best if no one gave him orders. He had had enough of being treated as cannon fodder. In just four hours, the siege had reduced his 20,000 soldiers to less than 10,000. Even if he wanted to continue fighting, he would only end up with a tragic ending of being completely wiped out.
Zhao Hong stopped the Yellow Turbans from continuing their charge and made them retreat quickly. Although the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were about to charge forward, did not understand why the siege had suddenly stopped, they all celebrated. After all, no one wanted to die. It was just that military orders were like mountains that had to be obeyed. At this moment, when they heard the sound of the bell ringing, they all turned around and ran back, afraid that they had lost two legs. In the blink of an eye, the Yellow Turban retreated like a tide, making Gao Shun, who was desperately organizing the next round of attacks, a little unable to react.
Gao Shun looked at Linzi after the Yellow Turbans retreated and thought to himself,""What the hell are these Yellow Turbans doing? They had lost so many people, and now was the critical moment for both sides to attack. They had actually retreated, and they had retreated so quickly. I wonder how the other gates are doing. The east gate is relatively safe now. I'll go to the south gate to help Wenyuan and then quickly resolve the crisis of the four gates. I wonder how the lord is doing now?”
Zhang Liao was furious that Wei Xu had escaped. He led the wolf cavalry and crazily killed the Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall. Although the wolf cavalry's greatest advantage lay in cavalry combat, they weren't weak even if they didn't fight. The sharp spears formed a net of spears and stabbed the Yellow Turban warriors to death. Zhang Liao even specially picked some Yellow Turbans with the qualifications of a young general to kill. No one was a match for his subordinates, and they were all hacked to death by him. When had the Yellow Turbans ever seen such a cruel general? No one dared to go up against Zhang Liao.
Wei Xu, who had just escaped death, returned to the camp in a sorry state with a deathly pale face. He had also suffered heavy losses when he attacked the south gate. Eight thousand soldiers had fallen on the city walls of Taiyuan forever. He recalled the purple-faced general he had met when he had just climbed the city wall.
Wei Xu smiled bitterly." He's really strong. Why does Lu Bu have so many fierce generals under him?" I actually couldn't even last twenty rounds against him. In the contest of pure strength just now, I've already lost completely. Is this the brave Wei Xu who treats the world as nothing? What was the point of fighting like this? He was simply a clown in their eyes.”
Wei Xu knew that he had no hope of taking down the south gate with his remaining 10,000 men. He gave the order helplessly to stop the siege of the Yellow Turban army. The soldiers had already reached their physical limits, as well as their mental limits. They finally understood one thing: "Death comes so quickly when you are not prepared.”
Hao Meng grabbed the flag with red eyes, but she didn't put it down for a long time. This was already the fifth time he had given the order to attack the city. However, all five of his powerful charges had ended in complete defeat. Countless valiant and spirited soldiers had no response after climbing up the city wall. Even a fool knew that these soldiers had sacrificed themselves on the tall city wall.
His eyes were fixed on a white-robed general on the city wall. Countless brave soldiers were lying under his spear. He didn't understand why there was such a powerful person. This white-robed general seemed to have endless stamina. After four hours of killing, he was still so brave and his spear was still so fast. Suddenly, he thought of a name. Zhao Yun was the guy who killed Han Zhong with a spear. At that time, Hou Cheng had even laughed at Zhang Mancheng's general for being trash.
Hao Meng stopped attacking. He really wanted to find someone to scold. He even began to doubt whether his lord, the governor of Bingzhou, Ding Yuan, who had always been high and mighty, had made the right decision. Lu Bu was simply too powerful. His army was far stronger than Ding Yuan's army. If they failed to attack Taiyuan, would Lu Bu let it go? It was obviously impossible. At that time, Bingzhou would change.
Zhang He, who was guarding the north gate, seemed to have an easier time than the other four gates. This was because his Great Halberd Battalion had a total of three thousand soldiers, and the north gate had eight thousand soldiers. Hou Cheng, who was attacking the north gate, only had ten thousand men.
Hou Cheng kept driving his soldiers to attack the city walls. However, they failed repeatedly and lost 5,000 soldiers. He could only stare at the tall city walls. The soldiers had already complained about the repeated attacks. Their morale was low, and they were unable to recover.
Zhang Mancheng, commander of the Yellow Turban Canal, and I will fight a decisive battle outside the city. Both sides had experienced many clashes and suffered heavy losses. Even though the Gale Cavalry is an elite that I have personally nurtured, and can fight against ten by myself. However, even ants could kill an elephant, let alone humans. Zhang Mancheng's troops had been reduced from twenty thousand to ten thousand. The Gale Cavalry had also lost five hundred men, and now they only had one thousand. However, almost all of these 1,000 people were injured. It was a tragic sight.
For the first time, I paid a painful price for my arrogance. Seeing the elites I had painstakingly nurtured fall on the ground, I felt as if my heart was being cut by a knife. Anger filled my mind, and the blood of hatred in my body gradually began to boil.
I couldn't help but shout,"I'm going to kill all of you bastards.”
The angry voice shocked the entire battlefield. The Yellow Turban soldiers paused for a moment and looked at the angry Lu Bu in fear. He was like a bloodthirsty demon god. His huge halberd continuously shuttled through the crowd, bringing with it a rain of blood. The magnificent martial technique was like the last consolation for the dead. In just a few moments, he was already covered in blood, like a bloody man. Even the majestic white horse was dyed red by blood. Only the huge halberd in his hand was still as bright and dazzling as before.
I could feel the muscles in my entire body trembling violently due to excitement. This feeling was really strange and indescribably comfortable. The thick smell of blood made me even more bloodthirsty. The enemy's heart-wrenching scream at the end made me even more fascinated. The blood spurted out when the halberd cut through the enemy's body. The hissing sound formed the most beautiful song, and I was extremely intoxicated by it. When I realized that I couldn't find any enemies around me that I could kill, I suddenly came to my senses. I looked at the ground full of broken limbs and pieces of flesh. The yellow soil had already been filled with blood and began to bubble with blood.
I was shocked by the tragic situation in front of me. For the first time, I felt how terrifying I was. I silently asked myself,"Did I do that?" Am I a murderer? Am I still the Feng Cao from before? Was he the person who used to scare me so much that I didn't dare to kill a chicken? Lu Bu, you are simply a crazy beast.”
The Yellow Turban soldiers had already begun to flee. They had seen the most terrifying thing in their lives. They couldn't accept such a cruel reality. Was that person really human? They did not want to stay in this place filled with fear for a moment longer. They never wanted to see that demon again. After one person fled, the entire Yellow Turban began to collapse.
Zhang Mancheng looked at the Demon God in front of him, his opponent, Lu Bu, in confusion. Countless fleeing Yellow Turban ran past him, but he seemed to be unaware that there was only a tall figure approaching him. Then, he saw a silver light streak across his neck. Zhang Mancheng heard the low cry of blood spurting out of his neck. He had a relieved expression on his face as he thought,""So death is so wonderful!”
A large head flew up from the sky. I grabbed it in my hand and said expressionlessly,"If I have to live in pain, perhaps death is a good ending.”
Looking at the scattered Yellow Turbans, I shouted,""Zhang Mancheng is dead! Those who surrendered would not be killed, but those who dared to resist would die!”Following that, the Gale Riders also started shouting,"Those who surrender will not be killed, but those who resist will die." The slogan.
The panic-stricken Yellow Turban soldiers threw away their weapons and knelt down to beg for surrender. A total of 10,000 Yellow Turban surrendered. I divided 500 cavalry to manage the surrendered Yellow Turban and led the remaining 500 cavalry to turn around and charge towards the east gate of Taiyuan City. The soldiers of the Gale Cavalry had already fallen into madness. They finally understood what a War God was like.
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