C43 King's Banner of Liu Cheng(5)

The reinforcements of the Wu Huan from the west of the city carried the red standard. The leader of the reinforcements, the man with the round face, was furious. He had arrived in person. Behind the collapsed area was a thousand five hundred torches, approaching elite cavalry in full fury. This was also the last unutilized army he had left.

When Dai Wei and Lou Ban left with half of their troops, Collapse knew that it was impossible for the Wuhuan of Liaoxi to turn around. The best plan was for the entire clan to come to Wu Yan's aid before the invasion of the Youzhou Army. However, it was impossible for him to do that. Otherwise, not only would his clansmen look down on him, they would also be treated coldly by Wu Yan in the future. Who would think highly of a great clan king who abandoned the kingdom without even firing a single arrow?

Even if the Liucheng was breached in the end, the Han people would have to pay a huge price. Only by doing this would they be able to gain enough respect and power after defecting to Wu Yan's side.

Collapse was very satisfied with the day's battle. In just half a day, the Han Chinese had lost at least 3,000 people. If this situation could continue for three to five days and if the enemy did not retreat, then they would have no problem to rely on Wu Yan. In the future, their chances of replacing Wu Yan would greatly increase!

After it was dark, Peng Dun patrolled the city for the last time and found that although the Han Chinese offensive was loud, it was useless. He became even happier and got a few dishes to have a drink with Zhang Yuan after returning to the mansion. He didn't expect that Na Yong would rush over to report that the Han people had slaughtered their way into the city before he even finished drinking a jar of wine! He thought that the city gates were already blocked and that the Youzhou's army had already entered the city. In a hurry, he brought the last of his elite soldiers and rushed over.

He was relieved when he saw that the city gates were not out of order yet. At this moment, he could guess that the enemy had not come from the front, but had snuck in from the north or east side of the city. He sent three hundred men to the north and east of the city respectively, and then ordered them to rush forward to kill the enemies in front of them.

"Speed up the charge!" When they were seventy to eighty steps away from Zhao Yun, he raised his machete and gave the order.

The Wuhuan Cavalry raised their scimitars and began to speed up as they shouted.

The streets to the west of the city were four to five times wider than the north. Even so, they could only hold ten horses side by side. As a result, the group came with a ferocious momentum. However, as long as Zhao Yun could withstand the first few waves of the charge, the remaining cavalrymen would not be able to charge at them.

Zhao Yun obviously saw through this at a glance, which was why he ordered the formation to face the enemy. On his side, there was not a single person who carried a shield or a long spear. If it was chaotic battle, it would be impossible to defend against the charge of the cavalry. He would definitely be easily defeated by his opponent.

The two sides got closer and closer. Fifty, thirty, twenty steps …

Under the dim yellow light of the torches, both sides appeared extremely ferocious.

Zhao Yun held his sword tightly, his expression was as calm as water.

Fifteen steps!

"Shoot!" The long sword in Zhao Yun's hand suddenly slashed down.

"Bang!" At the sound of the bowstring, the twelve White Horse Camp Soldiers at the very front shot their arrows at the same time.

At such a close distance, the crossbow bolts shot by Zhang Tie were almost unavoidable. Eight of the ten Wuhuan Cavalry soldiers at the front were shot down from their horses, and even their horses fell to the ground screaming. The war horses that had not been hit by the arrows also tripped and fell to the ground. Before they could stand up, they were pushed down by the war horses.

Another ten cavalrymen followed behind them. They seemed to have not seen the miserable situation of their fellow soldiers as they directly stepped over the fallen soldiers and rushed towards the small square formation that Zhao Yun had gathered.

"Shoot!" When they were ten steps away from each other, Zhao Yun gave the order again and more crossbow bolts flew out.

A few horses were just in the air when they were shot in the head. They fell to the ground with miserable cries, causing the riders on their horses to be badly battered. However, the other Wu Huan Cavalry Soldiers had already rushed over, and with a loud bang, they crashed into the few White Horse Camp Warriors in the front, causing them to be pushed back as they spurted out blood.

Wu Huan was fighting back with all his might. Looking up, Yan Rou's one hundred and fifty men were also fighting with Wu Huan on the city wall. It seemed like they would need some time to seize the suspension bridge.

"Charge!" Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and charged at Wu Huan.

Without the cover of arrows and spears and shields, it was no different from sending a sheep into a tiger's den for the infantry. However, time was of the essence, and Zhao Yun could not help but harden his heart. Even if they had to sacrifice their lives, they had to buy enough time for Yan Rou and Ku Le.

These 800 people were all carefully chosen brave warriors who were originally not afraid of death. Gongsun Xu also promised them a heavy reward and a heavy pension. Now that the leader of the group, Zhao Yun, was the first to rush out, they all shouted and followed him.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were close to each other. Zhao Yun avoided the blade hacking down his head, leaped up and stabbed the incoming person down from his horse.

Bang! However, the soldiers behind Zhao Yun didn't have his level of skill. They clashed head on with the Wuhuan Cavalry.

The sound of bones breaking and blood-curdling screeches suddenly rang out, and the White Horse Camp Warriors who were charging at the very front were all knocked ten meters away, colliding with the people who were charging from behind.

"No retreat, no advance!" Zhao Yun shouted.

"No retreat, no advance!" Everyone behind him shouted in unison, and they all bravely rushed forward.

On the narrow street, the White Horse Camp's soldiers slashed, shouldered, and even threw themselves at their opponents and rolled on the ground while holding them in their arms. The street was in a mess as they fought with each other, blood and limbs flying everywhere.

About three to four miles away from the city gate, Gongsun Xu stared straight ahead. Yan Rou's figure was faintly discernible on the city wall. She led her men and beat Wu Huan, who was guarding the city wall, until he was forced to retreat step by step. It seemed that they would soon be able to seize the rope that held the suspension bridge. If the city gate could not be opened, it would be meaningless to seize the suspension bridge!

"Be patient, my people." "Since they're still fighting behind the city gates, it means that they can still persevere. Furthermore, Yan Rou seems to have the upper hand. Once the rope of the suspension bridge is cut, she will definitely go to support them."

Gongsun Xu nodded, but his fretful mood did not ease up much. He looked at Wu Huan's silhouette that had just appeared on the north side of the city, and suddenly felt a bit regretful. If he knew Ta Dun's reaction was so slow, he would have sent a few hundred men with shields and spears to meet him.

A hundred steps in front of Gongsun Xu, Kurna sat on his horse and stared at the city gate. He was ready to give the order to charge in at any time. The war horse under Kurna's legs snorted impatiently, leading the surrounding war horses to become restless. He brought the eight thousand men along and prepared to loot them after entering the city.

"Cut the ropes!" Yan Rou finally killed Wu Huan, dashed to the rope of the suspension bridge, and hacked towards the nearest rope.

The others all rushed forward, raising their weapons and started chopping.

The Liucheng's suspension bridge had a total of eight ropes, and each of them was as thick as a teacup. "Yan Rou used a treasured saber to cut the rope seven or eight times. The other weapons used were inferior to his, and their strength was far inferior to his. Usually, she would need to cut a dozen times before she could cut a rope.

On the street, Zhao Yun had already lost more than half of his men. However, he firmly held onto the street and didn't let Ta Dun's men take another step forward.

Ta Dun flew into a rage, wishing he could fly to the city gate. However, the streets were filled with the corpses of his men. The cavalry had completely lost their advantage in speed and strength. The short soldier was not the chief of the Wusong people, and when facing an enemy with less than half the enemy force, they would fight with the enemy and would not be able to start a fierce fight.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan rushed over from behind. When he saw the situation, he quickly shouted: "King, quickly get them off their horses! Walk over there! "

Ta Dun seemed to have awoken from a dream as he quickly gave the order. Following which, he led his janissaries and pushed his way through the crowd.

Ta Dun personally stepped forward barehanded. The Wu Huan people's morale was boosted, and they all jumped off their war horses. With a shout, they raised their machetes high in the air and charged forward, surrounded by Ta Dun. Losing the constraints of their warhorses, Wu Huan's fighting strength soared. They charged forward like a swarm of bees and fought ferociously, forcing Zhao Yun to have no choice but to retreat step by step.

Behind the city gate, Ku Le was chopping down on the lock. This lock was two feet long and three inches thick. One slash could only leave a gap. Ku Le was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He suddenly shouted and used all his strength to swing the sword in his hands.

Clang! The fine iron scimitar broke from the middle, causing Ku Le's palm to go numb. However, the big lock only added an inch of wound to it.

Ku Le threw away his broken blade and grabbed a blade from a person beside him. As he continued to chop, he shouted, "Quickly find an axe! "Go find the axe!"

Zhao Yun heard Ku Le's shout and turned his head to look back. When he realized that the city gate had yet to be opened, his heart burned with anxiety. He raised his head and shouted at the city wall, "Yan Rou, hurry and open the gate for Ku Le!"

Yan Rou didn't even have time to respond as she cut off a teetering rope with her blade and ran for the stairs.

Crash! * Bang!

Just as Yan Rou ran halfway up the stairs, the remaining suspension bridges were cut off. The heavy suspension bridges abruptly fell, raising a cloud of dust.

Liaodong Wu Huan's cavalrymen cheered, all of them were prepared to rush out, but unexpectedly, after the dust had cleared, the city gates still remained shut.

"His milk... milk. Why haven't they opened it yet! " Kurna cursed anxiously. He wished he could just rush his horse over and smash the city gate open.

Seeing the drawbridge fall down, the old man suddenly exclaimed, "Charge over there and guard the city gate! Otherwise, once the Chinese army breaks in, they will not leave a single dog or chicken!" Kill one Chinese man, reward fifty cows and lambs each! Kill! "

Wu Huan knew that the situation had reached its most critical point. He didn't care about the opponent's attacks at all, preferring to risk his life to charge forward. In a short period of time, Zhao Yun and his men were forced to retreat more than ten steps. Seeing that they were about to reach the city gate, Zhao Yun roared and pounced towards the collapse, trying to capture the thief.