Hearing the roar behind him, Guan Yu frowned slightly. He turned around and saw a young man with a yellow cloth wrapped around his head, wearing a two-gear armor, and holding a pitch-black iron spear in his hand charging at him.
Although this youth looked young and tender, he was at least nine feet tall, almost as tall as him. Moreover, he had the back of a tiger and the waist of a wolf. He looked burly and powerful.
Zhou Cheng's spear went straight for Guan Yu's face.
Guan Yu snorted coldly and casually waved the cold saw in his hand to meet the attack.
It was obvious that Guan Yu did not place much importance on Zhou Cheng.
After all, Zhou Cheng was too young, and his face was still childish.
Clang!
Guan Yu frowned after the clash.
He had thought that he would be able to send Zhou Cheng flying with a single slash, but he didn't expect that after the first strike, the force reflected from the blade had already told Guan Yu that the youth before him wasn't just tall, he also had extraordinary strength!
After Zhou Cheng withdrew his spear, he didn't adjust his breathing. Instead, he swung his spear and stabbed again. His speed was even faster than before.
It was an unorthodox style that relied purely on strength and speed to slash and slash fiercely.
Guan Yu swung his saber to block the attack. Both sides exchanged blows with their sabers and spears. Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying in all directions, after more than twenty rounds, Guan Yu took advantage of the gap where Zhou Cheng's old strength had dissipated and new strength had yet to be generated. With lightning speed, he slashed his saber straight at Zhou Cheng's neck.
In a flash, Zhou Cheng widened his eyes and raised his spear to block.
Clang!
The blade struck the spear handle heavily, causing the spear to vibrate violently.
Zhou Cheng held his spear and retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing his body.
Fortunately, Zhou Cheng had an iron spear in his hand. Otherwise, he would have been cut into two by Guan Yu's cold saw.
"You're young and strong, but your martial arts skills are too poor.”
As Guan Yu spoke, he dragged the 82-pound cold saw behind him. At the same time, he used his legs to clamp the horse's abdomen and spurred the horse to charge at Zhou Cheng.
"Stab his horse!"
Zhou Cheng knew that his martial arts skills were not as good as Guan Yu's. In a one-on-one battle, he was definitely not a match for Guan Yu. Therefore, while shouting for his companions, he gripped his spear tightly with both hands and looked straight at Guan Yu.
The combat techniques taught in the army were very simple.
However, after many actual battles, Zhou Cheng had concluded that when facing a strong enemy, one must keep an eye on the opponent.
No matter how strong the opponent was, one must not be timid, because once one was timid, it would be easy to defeat.
The dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers around Zhou Cheng stabbed out their spears.
Guan Yu's brows were tightly knitted together. His left hand quickly reined in his horse, while his right arm swung the saber with all his might. He exerted strength in his waist and abdomen. The moment he pulled up the horse's head, he turned around and slashed.
The cold and elegant saw broke several spears and forced the surrounding Yellow Turban to retreat.
"Ah!"
At this moment, Zhou Cheng rushed over with his spear in hand. Using the run-up, the spear in his hand slashed down sharply.
Guan Yu's eyes turned cold. He held his saber with both hands and blocked the spear.
Although he successfully blocked it, his warhorse could not withstand the force and fell to the ground.
At the same time, more and more Yellow Turbans gathered around him. They stabbed out wildly, and Guan Yu hurriedly jumped away. However, his mount had already been pierced into a sieve.
"Second brother!"
Liu Bei quickly rode over to help Guan Yu.
However, thousands of Yellow Turbans appeared in the western part of the city. They surrounded the city, and many of the government cavalry began to fall off their horses.
"Second brother, third brother, retreat quickly!"
After Liu Bei helped Guan Yu out of the siege, he saw that the Yellow Turban forces were strong and had to retreat temporarily.
Guan Yu rode on an ownerless warhorse. Before leaving the city, he deliberately turned around to look at Zhou Cheng.
At this moment, Zhou Cheng stabbed another cavalryman to death with his spear and dragged a warhorse to the ground.
……
After defeating Guan Yu, Zhou Cheng heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.
Although he was very strong, he had already used all his strength when fighting Guan Yu.
If it was a contest of strength, then Zhou Cheng was not afraid of Guan Yu. This body was filled with strength. However, in a one-on-one battle, Zhou Cheng estimated that he and Guan Yu would not even last thirty rounds.
Of course, being able to fight 30 rounds with Guan Yu at the age of 15 was already bragging.
In the entire world, there were not many people who could fight with Guan Yu for 30 rounds.
However, after the battle with Guan Yu, Zhou Cheng had gained a new understanding of the use of martial arts techniques. He believed that he would be able to defeat Guan Yu sooner or later. After all, he was still young.
At this moment, a group of cavalrymen arrived. The general in the lead was riding a brown warhorse. He had a yellow forehead band on his head and wore a brownish-yellow armor. Accompanied by a group of strong men wearing yellow turbans, he arrived at the city gate.
Zhou Cheng recognized the general in front of him. His name was Han Zhong. The muscular men who were more than eight feet tall beside him were all elite guards that he had carefully selected.
Although Han Zhong looked mediocre, and his military leadership, martial arts, and strategy were also average, Han Zhong had an advantage, and that was that he knew how to pick people.
Han Zhong would keep all the warriors who showed bravery on the battlefield by his side.
They were equipped with the best armor, weapons, and horses.
Food, beauties, and rewards were also prioritized.
Thus, after many fierce battles, Han Zhong relied on this group of elite guards to survive.
Just now, Han Zhong brought his men to the city gate to provide support and saw Zhou Cheng fighting Guan Yu.
Guan Yu was a valiant general, and Han Zhong had already witnessed his prowess. To be honest, Han Zhong would never dare to confront Guan Yu head-on.
Not only did Zhou Cheng dare to challenge Guan Yu, he even nearly knocked Guan Yu off his horse.
Even though Zhou Cheng had his companions to help him, this could not conceal Zhou Cheng's strength.
Han Zhong cherished talent and wanted to keep Zhou Cheng by his side, so he said to Zhou Cheng,"Little brother, I saw your bravery just now. Are you willing to come to my camp?”
With Zhang Jiao's death, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang's deaths, the Yellow Turban Army was now utterly defeated.
Most of the Yellow Turban soldiers were scattered in the forest. Sun Zhong, Han Zhong, and Zhao Hong gathered the scattered Yellow Turban soldiers under the banner of avenging Zhang Jiao.
However, there are people who are close or distant.
Only Sun Zhong, Han Zhong, and Zhao Hong's old camp subordinates could receive good treatment.
At this moment, Han Zhong took the initiative to extend an olive branch to Zhou Cheng. In the eyes of others, this was a huge opportunity, especially when Wan City was short of food. Only Han Zhong, Han Zhong, and Zhao Hong's trusted aides could have food to eat.
Zhou Cheng looked at Han Zhong and said," I'm willing, but I want to bring my brothers with me. They followed me from Yingchuan to Wancheng and fought a bloody battle until now. They have never left me."”
Zhou Cheng wouldn't deliberately offend Han Zhong, lest he really became cannon fodder.
However, Zhou Cheng needed a group of hardcore supporters. The Yellow Turban veterans around him were all old Yellow Turban veterans from Yingchuan. They had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Not only did they have rich combat experience, but they also listened to him.
Han Zhong looked at the people around Zhou Cheng. Some were blind in one eye, some had a broken hand, some were injured, and some had bandages wrapped around their heads.
Out of the hundred over people, one-third of them were injured.
In Han Zhong's eyes, even if these disabled people were elites in the past, they were useless now.
However, Zhou Cheng was indeed valiant. If he was the vanguard when breaking out of the encirclement, he should be able to kill a bloody path.
After hesitating for a moment, Han Zhong nodded and said,""Alright, then I'll appoint you as the station commander. Now, bring these people with you and follow me to my camp to rest.”
Han Zhong's tent was in the western part of the city, not far from the western wall.
When Zhou Cheng and the others entered, a group of cooks in the camp were slaughtering an injured warhorse.
Zhou Cheng and the others gulped at the thought of having horse meat and broth tonight.
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