Let's not talk about the Liu brothers in Youzhou this time, but about the battle in Nanyang. That day, Sun Jian led two thousand cavalry to sneak attack Zhang Mancheng's rear. At that time, the Yellow Turban soldiers had just broken through the gate of Wancheng. Zhang Mancheng had almost pressed all his troops forward, leaving only his guards behind. This move was to take Wancheng. First, Zhao Hong led more than ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers to attack the city wall with ladders and battering rams. When Zhao Hong broke through Wancheng, Han Zhong and Sun Xia led another forty thousand Yellow Turban soldiers into the city.
At this moment, Zhang Mancheng only had eight thousand Yellow Turban soldiers with him. Although they had four times the number of Sun Jian, Sun Jian led the cavalry to charge, and the eight thousand Yellow Turban soldiers were all infantry. This was a plain where the cavalry was charging. Zhang Mancheng only had eight thousand Yellow Turban infantry to block the charge of two thousand elite cavalry of the Great Han Dynasty. It could only be said that the chances of success were not high.
When the two armies met, Sun Jian was a descendant of Sun Wuzi. He had read Sun Tzu's Art of War since he was young and knew that there was only one chance. To capture the enemy, one must first capture the king! Ever since he led his cavalry into the Yellow Turban formation, Sun Jian had been charging toward the commander's flag without stopping. From the time he and Qin Jie had made the plan, he had only one goal, and that was Zhang Mancheng's head.
Because of this, he almost gave Wan City to the Yellow Turban thief. If he didn't kill Zhang Mancheng this time, it would be difficult to have such a good opportunity next time. Sun Jian waved the ancient ingot knife in his hand.
This saber was seven feet and five inches long, more than two feet longer than ordinary sabers. It weighed ten pounds and seven taels, and the blade was extremely hard.
At this moment, the saber was dancing in Sun Jian's hand like a fallen leaf in the wind. It fluttered in the wind, sometimes left and sometimes right. However, the fallen leaf was the wind, and the ancient ingot saber was the blood. Sun Jian could be seen chopping left and right with the ancient ingot saber. In the chaotic army, it was as if he had entered a no-man's land. In addition, Sun Jian was riding a good horse. In a short while, he was only twenty meters away from Zhang Mancheng. He had almost killed his way to Zhang Mancheng's front. The eight thousand Yellow Turban soldiers had set up a horse defense formation. However, he only managed to block Sun Jian for less than a moment.
Zhang Mancheng, who was in the middle of the formation, saw Sun Jian acting so arrogantly and was only a dozen steps away from him. Seeing this, Zhang Mancheng straightened his laurel carved armor and pulled out the sword at his waist. He whipped his horse and shouted,
"Where is the Yellow Scarf Warrior? Follow me! Fight with this Han general!"
Zhang Mancheng was the first to rush out. He wore a yellow scarf with black patterns on his head and two flags fluttered behind him. Zhang Mancheng's fighting spirit surged as he shouted,
"Year 60! Jiazi Day! Taiping Heaven! Too common!"
The five hundred Yellow-scarved Warriors followed Zhang Mancheng and charged at the cavalry charging in Sun Jian's direction! This wasn't a charge that risked his life. This was faith! It was the belief of the Path of Peace!
…The world is at peace!
"Clang!"
Zhang Mancheng and Sun Jian finally met on the battlefield. The two of them clashed with their swords, and both of them used all their strength to kill each other!
Zhang Mancheng swung his sword, sending out layers of sword shadows.
Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife suddenly shone with sunlight reflection.
The two of them fought with their lives, attacking and not defending!
Zhang Mancheng thrust his sword at Sun Jian. Sun Jian's tiger eyes were ferocious as he switched to holding his saber with his left hand and his right hand moved forward to hold his sword. He slashed his ancient ingot saber horizontally, wanting to exchange a life with Zhang Mancheng!
Manchu was not afraid of this. His right hand holding the sword did not move at all. The talisman flew out of his sleeve. He pointed the sword finger of his left hand at Sun Jian's face. The talisman flashed and appeared in front of Sun Jian!
"Howl!" Sparks flash
"Ah! Eyes!"
Even a hero like Sun Jian couldn't help but cry out in pain! Although his face hurt, he grabbed his sword and covered his face with his right hand.
However, Sun Jian's hand was not slow at all. Man Cheng could only helplessly retract his sword to block the blade.
Sun Jian quickly put away his saber and waved it around. He wiped his eyes with one hand. Man Cheng quickly brandished his sword and attacked. His sword was like a meteor falling down, and his sword was like a comet passing through the sky! It hit the center of Sun Jian's weakness, the Mancheng Sword struck Sun Jian!
Sun Jian finally opened his eyes from the pain. He saw Zhang Mancheng's sword stabbing into his body. Fortunately, the rotten silver armor was thick, and the sword could only pierce a little. Without saying anything, Sun Jian grabbed the sword tightly. Ignoring the blood flowing out of his right hand, he slashed down from left to right!
Mancheng saw that Sun Jian was so valiant that he couldn't help but be pressured by his imposing manner. He was stunned for a moment before he instantly recovered. He hurriedly waved his left hand and threw out a golden talisman from his sleeve. It was fixed in the air and had the word 'A' written on it. Mancheng pointed his sword at his chest with his left hand and chanted a spell. The talisman retreated quickly and stuck to Mancheng's laurel wood carved armor. At this moment, the ancient ingot knife had already slashed horizontally. When it slashed at Zhang Mancheng's armor, Sun Jian's expression changed slightly. He thought to himself, I saw the thief wearing wooden armor, but when he slashed at it, However, it was still alright!
"Thief, do you think that the Iron Armor Wu can't do anything? The ancient ingot knife passed down in my family! It could cut through armor! Ah!"
" What?!"
Zhang Mancheng was shocked! Sun Jian laughed maniacally and roared. He released his right hand from the sword and swung it down with all his might!
"Cough! Cough cough! Ha, ha, Divine Envoy Yuan Yi…a great teacher!!!”
Sun Jian quietly looked at Zhang Mancheng, who was clearly cut into two, but he was still able to shout those words. His heart couldn't help but tremble. Even the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers were affected by Zhang Mancheng. Originally, other than the two hundred Yellow Turban strongmen who were still fighting to the death, the rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers had almost begun to collapse. However, after Zhang Mancheng shouted those words with his life, the most difficult thing to appear in the art of war, the image of a mournful soldier, appeared!
This caused the casualties of the cavalrymen to increase greatly! When Sun Jian saw this, he glanced at the dead Zhang Mancheng as if he wanted to remember this face. Then, he patted his horse and led the remaining 800 cavalry to break out of the encirclement.
After Sun Jian broke out of the encirclement, the remaining 6,000 Yellow Turban soldiers silently formed a circle with Zhang Man at the center. The Yellow Turban soldiers silently knelt on the ground. At this moment, only the sound of heaven and earth could be heard on the battlefield.
Zhao Hong led more than 10,000 Yellow Turban soldiers to charge in layer by layer. When they reached the prefect's mansion, a cannon shot out. Qin Jie suddenly led 3,000 ambush soldiers to charge out together. Fire arrows were fired at the same time, and the surroundings burst into flames, trapping Zhao Hong inside. Zhao Hong hurriedly led his men to charge left and right, wanting to break out of the encirclement, but was stopped by Qin Jie's archers. Just as Zhao Hong was panicking, Zhang Mancheng's personal soldiers rushed in from the sea of fire behind him. After telling Zhao Hong that they must take Wan City, they immediately stopped breathing.
The death of this bodyguard also angered Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong threw the shield in his hand and shouted with his saber!
"Who are we? This is the way of peace! Fear of death! I'm not afraid! If you're not afraid of death, follow me and die!"
After saying that, Zhao Hong charged at Qin Jie with a knife in his hand. The followers of the Path of Peace followed closely behind him. Qin Jie ordered people to release fire arrows to stop him. However, the Yellow Turban soldiers did not seem to know what death was. They were not afraid of the fire burning their bodies. The arrows pierced through their chests and bravely advanced, which really made the Han army afraid. At this time, Zhao Hong was the first to rush out of the sea of fire. The Han army saw that he was shot by seven or eight arrows, but it was as if nothing had happened. No, it was even more valiant! When Zhao Hong took a step forward, the Han army took a step back. More and more Yellow Turban soldiers rushed out of the sea of fire behind Zhao Hong!
When Qin Jie saw this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Wancheng was lost!
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