Five days later, the ladder was completed and all of them were transported to Wan City.
In the past few days, there had been several large-scale desertions in Wan City. Zhang Mancheng's 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers had gone from the initial 100,000 to only about 20,000.
Lin Chuan hadn't expected this deterrence effect. However, the remaining 20,000 soldiers were determined to defend Wan City to the death and claimed to avenge Zhang Jiao.
At the east gate of Wan City, Lin Chuan led Huang Zhong, Yanyun's eighteen cavalrymen, two thousand men of sacrifice, and one thousand white-robed soldiers. Qin Jie also led five thousand men.
Pei Yuanqing and Zhao Yun each led 1,500 white-robed soldiers to guard the west and north gates. The other half of Qin Jie's troops guarded the south gate. They did not intend to let any deserters go today.
Lin Chuan glanced at the Yellow Turban Army on the city pass and shouted,"
"Start the battle!"
As soon as the voice fell, the two thousand men of sacrifice who had ascended first moved. They carried twenty scaling ladders and raised their shields as they moved toward the city pass. Behind them, there were more than one thousand archers under Qin Jie's protection.
About 100 meters away from the city pass, a row of Yellow Turban archers on the city gate tower nocked their bows. In an instant, a storm of arrows shot toward the first men of sacrifice and archers.
After a series of muffled metal clashing sounds, countless arrows fell to the ground, only hitting hundreds of Qin Jie's archers. The first to ascend the death warriors were very good at using shields to dodge the arrows, so no one was injured.
The government army's archers took advantage of the gap between the Yellow Turban soldiers 'reloading and launched a counterattack. They also fired a thousand arrows, but more than two hundred Yellow Turban soldiers were shot and fell.
"Raise the ladder!"
One of the men of sacrifice shouted, and twenty scaling ladders were raised in unison. The ten-meter-tall city wall was hooked by the silver hooks of the scaling ladders.
"Go!"
Faced with the Yellow Turban Army's torrential rain of arrows, the government army's archers fell one by one, but it did not affect the attack of the death warriors who had ascended first.
Even Qin Jie, who was standing in the distance, widened his eyes. My god, what kind of army is this? If I could have such an army, Wan City would have fallen a long time ago!
"Damn it, these shield soldiers are too powerful. Our arrows can't penetrate them at all.”
"Hurry up and shoot the arrows. If you continue to talk nonsense, they will climb up.”
The Yellow Turban soldiers cursed and swore as they did useless things. Zhang Mancheng looked at the men of sacrifice who had begun to climb first, smiled coldly, and shouted,"
"Pour me some kerosene!"
The two Yellow Turban soldiers ran over quickly, picked up a pot of burning tung oil, and prepared to tilt down the ladder.
At this moment, Huang Zhong, who had been watching the battle, made his move. He quickly drew his Baodiao Bow from under the saddle and fired without aiming.
The arrow, however, seemed to be chasing after him and directly hit a Yellow Turban soldier carrying kerosene. The large pot of kerosene suddenly lost its balance and ignited a large fire on the city pass.
"Ahhhh ~ It's so hot!"
"Save me, quickly save me!"
"You guys are going to die, wahhh!"
The fire had turned more than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers, who were focused on shooting arrows, into burning men. Zhang Mancheng was worried that they would run around and set others on fire, so he simply raised his knife and killed the few burning men.
"Damn it, stop shooting arrows. Use rolling stones and giant logs!”
Zhang Mancheng glared at Huang Zhong. Let's see how many you can shoot.
The hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers were divided into groups of three and ran to move the boulders and logs.
Qin Jie looked at them and knew that things were not going well. The first to ascend the death warrior was going to suffer. No matter how sturdy their shields were, they could not withstand the weight of a thousand pounds falling.
However, Huang Zhong did not panic. He took out three arrows from his quiver, nocked his bow at the same time, and released all three arrows!
After the three Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground at the same time, the Yellow Turban soldiers who were moving lost their balance again. The three groups of rolling stones and giant logs smashed into their own people. The city pass was in chaos.
Following that, Huang Zhong used extremely fast techniques and shot three arrows at the same time, not missing a single shot.
Not to mention Qin Jie, even Lin Chuan sighed. This was simply a moving arrow tower, awesome!
The men of sacrifice quickly climbed up the meager ten-meter-high city wall. Twenty hook and sickle spears were extended at the same time, and twenty Yellow Turban soldiers fell from the city wall with a bang, turning into meat paste.
One group, two groups, three groups, the first death warriors on the city pass were engaged in a bloody battle with the Yellow Turban Army.
"Hold on for me, you trash!”
Zhang Mancheng was so anxious that he wanted to vomit blood. Such a solid city defense was too easy to attack. How could he know that these were the first death warriors of a rank 3 legion? Moreover, they were matched with a Peerless Divine General who could penetrate a hundred steps. How could he, Zhang Mancheng, stop them?
Not long after, the city gate was opened by the men of sacrifice.
"White-robed soldiers, charge in with me!"
Huang Zhong led 1,000 white-robed soldiers and raised the Three Pavilions Mountain-cleaving Saber high as they descended the mountain like a ferocious tiger.
Zhao Yun was steady and wise, suitable for a surprise attack with cavalry. Pei Yuanqing was fierce and overbearing, suitable for a head-on confrontation. As for Huang Zhong, needless to say, he was an absolute siege weapon.
Qin Jie, who was standing at the side, had yet to react. He had attacked Wan City for a few months, and it had only been less than an hour, right? Lin Chuan broke through?
"What are you waiting for? Charge!”
Qin Jie cursed. The city was broken by Lin Chuan. If he didn't kill more Yellow Turban soldiers, his months of hard work would have been for nothing.
Only then did the thousands of soldiers react and follow the white-robed army's smoke and dust.
"Who's Zhang Mancheng? Come out and eat my knife!”
Along the way, Huang Zhong brandished his long saber to kill the Yellow Turban soldiers, causing them to fall into disarray and rivers of blood to flow. At the same time, he shouted loudly. This was the rhythm of capturing the leader before capturing the bandits.
Zhang Mancheng, who was at the city gate, saw this scene and was furious. He drew his saber and rode on a horse before charging at Huang Zhong.
"Old thief, grandpa Zhang Mancheng is here. Die!”
"Hahaha, watch me offer your head to my lord.”
The two long knives collided. After a metallic sound, Zhang Mancheng's weapon flew out and smashed an unlucky Yellow Turban thief to death.
Immediately after, Zhang Mancheng's head flew out.
"So powerful, he actually killed the canal commander in one move!”
"Not good, the Divine Envoy is dead. The Divine Envoy has been killed!”
Zhang Mancheng, who had a high prestige in the Yellow Turban army, had died so easily. The Yellow Turban army's heart collapsed.
Huang Zhong looked at the headless corpse on the ground and spat. He shouted,
"Get on the men of sacrifice and go to the west and north gates. Let General Pei and General Zhao enter the city. The white-robed soldiers will continue to charge with me!”
"Kill!"
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