C42 King's Banner of Liu Cheng(4)

On the city walls of the north side of Liucheng City, dozens of old men of Wu Huan were dozing off around the bonfire. After listening to the shouts and cries of war for a whole day, they had already turned a deaf ear to the deafening noise coming from the south side of the city. The strong men had all been transferred to the west and south of the city. For these forty to fifty year old soldiers, staying on the city walls while enduring the cold was definitely a hard task. Fortunately, everyone thought that the north side of the city was safe and was not worried about the enemy launching an attack from here.

Clang! An old soldier was too sleepy to notice that the back of his head knocked against the wall. His helmet made a loud noise that immediately woke the surrounding people up.

"Camel, you dog. Day. "What are you doing?"

"Exactly! milk. milk. YES! Your father-in-law was woken up by you the moment he fell asleep! "

"He … Mother. "Damn, this old thing must have woken us up on purpose because he can't sleep, right?"

"Stop!" Camel rolled his eyes, pointed outside the wall, and said in a low voice, "Everyone, don't argue. There seems to be a noise coming from the river in front of us!"

"What!" As expected, the surrounding people stopped shouting and cursing, and one by one, they looked down from the top of the city wall. However, the bonfires and torches at the top of the city wall could only illuminate a ten meter radius, and it was impossible to see down the wall with the help of the torches.

A small leader grabbed a torch and took a few steps toward the corner of the city's northern and western walls. Then, he forcefully threw the torch down.

The torch disappeared, plunging into the cold water. In that split-second of light, the team leader found that besides the corpses floating in the river, there seemed to be nothing else out of the ordinary. He came back and kicked Camel a few times, forcing him to promise to buy everyone a drink tomorrow.

The old pawns continued to doze around the fire, and soon there were snores.

On the other hand, Yan Rou, who was wearing the sheepskin clothes, was lying on top of a cold corpse. There was a thin layer of ice on top of the sheepskin, which looked no different from a corpse.

After a long while, Yan Rou realized that the city was quiet. There were still snoring sounds coming from there. He let out a breath of cold air and started swimming towards the shore while dragging the bag on his shoulder. Behind him were more than twenty people, each of them also dragging a large bag containing fresh lamb legs wrapped in oilskin.

When they reached the shore, Yan Rou carefully took off her sheepskin clothes and took out two legs that still had a little bit of heat from the bag. She carefully squeezed into the narrow space beneath the city wall and placed the head of the legs on the cold wall. The rest of them followed Yan Rou's example and formed a row to create five 'ladders' at the bottom.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, Yan Rou let go and found that her lamb leg was firmly attached to the city wall. He pulled one of the men to his feet, then picked up two more legs and stuck them to the wall. After the legs were attached to the wall, he shook the base of the ladder a few times and found that it was very strong and sturdy. He nodded to himself and stepped on it tentatively.

The two legs of the goat remained motionless, as it could only bear Yan Rou's more than fifty kilograms of weight!

Yan Rou was overjoyed. She quickly asked the people below for the lamb leg.

The other groups of people did the same, five 'ladders' slowly extended towards the top of the city.

The closer they got to the city wall, the slower their movements became. Yan Rou's group was afraid that they would accidentally alert the city guards.

After a full two hours, Yan Rou was the first to lift the 'ladder' to the top of the city. She only needed to climb up the 'ladder' to be able to climb up. He slowly raised his head, and finally saw the scene on the city wall. The city wall was over ten feet wide, seven to eight miles long, and every twenty to thirty feet, it would light up a large bonfire or torch. Thirty to forty old men of Wu Huan's army were standing around the bonfire in a corner more than ten steps away, all of them sound asleep.

Yan Rou didn't act rashly. He walked down the ladder to the base of the city wall and pulled someone close to him. He whispered a few words into the ear. The man turned around and walked back to the river. He quietly slipped into the river.

Not long after, Gongsun Xu and the Single Meridian once again launched a fierce attack, causing the sound of battle to shake the sky.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, Zhao Yun and Ku Le arrived with a large group of people swimming in the water. They surrounded the river bank and the narrow city wall, making it impossible for them to escape.

"What's going on up there?" Zhao Yun whispered into Yan Rou's ear.

Yan Rou's voice was like a mosquito's as she recounted the situation on the city wall.

"More than thirty people?" It seemed like he could only launch a surprise attack! We must kill them in the shortest time possible, and then kill our way to the west of the city! "

"Alright!" Get ready! "

Zhao Yun whispered to Ku Le again. The three of them brought five or six agile men with them as they climbed up the ladder with crossbow bolts on their backs. They quietly climbed up the city wall and approached it.

Camel had just been scolded by his fellow soldiers, and he had been beaten again with wine. He was not feeling very good, and had not slept very deeply. After dozing off for a while, he suddenly felt a bit anxious, so he propped himself up from the wall and prepared to walk a bit further before resolving the issue. The moment the old Luo stood up, his eyes suddenly widened. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scream, a bolt shot into his mouth with a 'shua' sound. Sharp arrowheads easily pierced through the back of his head.

The camel struggled for a while, then fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Yun put away Zhang Gong's crossbow, drew his sword and rushed over.

The leader who had been scolding Old Camel opened his sleepy eyes and said in a daze, "Which dog is making a ruckus again?"

Just as he finished his sentence, Zhao Yun's long sword pierced through his throat.

The leader cried out softly as blood spurted out from his throat.

Before the remaining old pawns could react, they were chopped into meat paste by Yan Rou and Ku Le. A few people were shouting loudly before they died, but there was a lot of noise in the west of the city and in the south of the city. There were no patrolling troops around, so their shouts were unable to reach the ears of their compatriots.

Zhao Yun put his sword back into its scabbard and shouted in a low voice, "Everyone, quickly come up!"

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the soldiers under the city walls climbed up one after another.

"Send a signal to our lord, let us attack the west side of the city immediately!" Zhao Yun took the lead and ran down the city wall after he finished his sentence.

Ku Le grabbed a torch each and shook it three times on the side of the city wall.

"Done!" Outside White Horse Camp's camp, Liu Tie, who was staring at the north side of the city, could not help but clap and cheer. He then turned his head and ordered: "Gongsun Jia, send orders for Wang Wei to retreat. Have Kurna prepare to attack! "Gongsun Yi, report this to General Dan."

After the two of them left, Gongsun Xu raised his head and looked towards the north and found that there was no one there.

The streets of Liucheng were narrow and run-down, with a width of less than two zhang. The houses on both sides of the street were also very low, and from time to time one could see tents set up on the sides.

Due to the Chinese invasion, the people of Wu Huan didn't even dare to come to the streets during the day, and after it got dark, they stayed at home obediently. Furthermore, the north side of the city was very dilapidated, so there were very few people staying there. Just as Zhao Yun was secretly rejoicing, a torchlight was suddenly lit up around the corner of the street in front of him.

"What should we do?" Yan Rou asked Zhao Yun.

"Kill!" Zhao Yun rushed out without any hesitation.

At the corner of the street, there was a small squadron of twenty to thirty soldiers. They were preparing to patrol around the northern part of the city. This squad of soldiers should have been dispatched once every two hours, but tonight, the Han Chinese outside the city attacked too fiercely, and they were temporarily sent to transport the wood rolling stone, which was why they were delayed until now when they came to patrol the city. Seeing a group of Han Chinese rushing towards them, these soldiers were dumbfounded. They couldn't figure out where the other party had come from.

Zhao Yun didn't give them time to think. With a shake of his sword, he stabbed a person to death. When he drew back his sword, he swiped a person's neck.

"The Chinese are charging in! The Chinese people are charging in! " Seeing that the situation was not looking good, Wu Huan's soldiers shouted as they retreated.

Yan Rou and Ku Le charged forward like wolves and tigers, slashing them one by one onto the ground.

"What?" The Chinese people have stormed in?! " Nan Lou suddenly turned his head and looked at the intersection between the west side of the city and the north side street.

The next moment, Zhao Yun and the others appeared in his eyes.

Nan Lou was horrified and shouted loudly: "Men, quick, men, come and protect the city gate! Na Yong, report this to the King quickly and have him send people to reinforce us! " At this moment, he could no longer be bothered with the city wall. Grabbing his scimitar, he dragged his feet and ran down the stairs on the left side of the city wall.

Zhao Yun ordered loudly as he sprinted.

"Yan Rou, bring 150 people to lower the suspension bridge!"

"Ku Le, bring your men to seize the city gate!"

"The rest of you, follow me. I will stop the enemy. No matter what happens, hold on until the gates open!"

Yan Rou and Ku Le answered loudly, and one of them ran to the top of the city wall, and the other to the city gate.

Zhao Yun came straight at Nan Lou with a long sword in his hand.

Just as Nan Lou went down the stairs, Zhao Yun stabbed him in the chest with his sword.

The sword was fast. Nan Lou was physically and mentally exhausted. He could not defend against it at all. He roared and fell backwards. Although he had managed to dodge the attack, he fell to the ground from the stairs.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and thrusted his sword at Nan Lou. At this moment, he was somewhat frustrated. His strongest skill was spear technique, followed by archery, and lastly, swordsmanship. If he were to use silver gun s, he could take his opponent's life in three moves at most.

Nan Lou kicked at the ground with his feet. While he was lying down, he was parrying with his saber. In the blink of an eye, he had been struck several times, but he was able to avoid all the fatal parts.

Zhao Yun was unable to kill his opponent in a row. Then, he saw a large group of Wuhuan Cavalry coming from the distant street. With a loud shout, he leaped into the air and thrusted his sword at Nan Lou's head. When Nan Lou raised his saber to block, he suddenly changed the direction of his thrust. The sharp tip of his sword dodged the curved saber and slashed across Nan Lou's throat with a 'chi' sound.

Nan Lou suddenly stopped moving. The machete in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and rolled on the ground while clutching his throat.

After landing on the ground, Zhao Yun didn't even look at Nan Lou, who was rolling behind him. He pointed his long sword at Wu Huan, and shouted, "Assemble the formation! The crossbow is ready! "