The flesh-and-blood millstone of Dongcheng is still spinning due to the confrontation between the two sides.
But with the addition of a group of black-armored Euphorbia warriors, the balance of victory is gradually tilting.
Finally the front line was defeated.
Seeing the Euphorbia soldier lying on the ground, Zhonglang Zhang felt extremely distressed.
These are the teams he has personally trained and relied on to gain a foothold.
He failed to go to the battlefield in the Central Plains, but now he was lost in the bitter cold of western Liaoning.
He sighed and looked up at the bloody veteran just a stone's throw away.
The veteran Douchi has been lost and is covered in blood.
His gray hair was scattered, and he was sitting on a pile of corpses, holding a long knife that was chipped and blunt.
Everyone around him was injured, and very few people were still standing.
"In Xiahejian, Zhang He and Zhang Junyi are under the command of Yuan Gong, the lieutenant general of Ning State."
At this time, General Zhang, named Zhonglang, who had sneaked into the city and took charge of all plans, finally reported his name.
"The old general is loyal and loyal, I respect you." Zhang He held his hand to Zuo Ping, who was holding a knife and panting.
"Please give me some advice, old general."
He did not try to persuade them to surrender again. The matter was already at this point. To persuade them to surrender would be a humiliation for both parties.
Zhang He looked at Zuo Ping. He couldn't understand why he could be so loyal, but he respected such a loyal person.
"Haha, thank you, young man!"
Unlike politicians, the tacit understanding between warriors sometimes does not need to be expressed.
Zuo Ping took a deep breath and stood up again. He smiled bitterly and found that he could no longer lift the knife.
He had no choice but to tear off his hair tie and tie his palms to the jagged handle of the knife.
The tip of the knife dragged on the ground, scratching the blood and flesh on the ground. He pushed away the blocking hand and slowly stepped forward.
"General of the Gongsun clan, Zuo Ping." Zuo Ping, with disheveled beard and hair, raised his long sword with his hands trembling slightly.
He didn't give out any loud names like Zhang He.
For him, Gongsun's generals are enough.
"It's just a piece of cake, I dare not call you a general."
Zhang He, who also personally served as a spearhead on the front line, trembled with his spear and walked forward slowly.
The soldiers on both sides watched from both sides, making no noise or applauding, and the scene was completely silent.
With a clang, the long knife in Zuo Ping's hand was thrown out.
He was too old, too tired, and covered in wounds.
"I'm sorry!" Zhang He sighed in his heart, flipped his wrist, and knocked the exhausted veteran to the ground.
He slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, and suddenly Zuo Ping, who was half kneeling on the ground, asked with a smile: "Where is Gongsun Jing?"
Zhang He was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Whether it was the fighter's slow movements in promising him or the questions he was asking at this time, the old man in front of him had reached this point, but he was still trying to stall for time.
"In the temporary camp." Drink celebratory drinks in advance.
After answering, Zhang He raised his long sword high and said, "Well done, Mr. Zuo!"
After saying this, he slashed his head with a sharp blade. This was the respect he paid to the veteran.
The sharp blade carries the sound of wind.
At the silent city gate, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from far and near.
An arrow shot through the sky like a silver thread.
Zhang He looked solemn and raised his sword to block it. The force of the arrow hitting the sword made his jaw hurt.
Hearing the sound of horse's hooves approaching, Zhang He rolled over and fell backwards.
The horse that came was very fast and came quickly.
The knight on the horse, almost juggling, stretched out his ape arm and picked up Zuo Ping.
Such an action, performed by him wearing heavy black armor, was actually very freehand.
Zhang He suddenly looked solemn and slowly retreated to his own team.
The coming general is extremely strong and cannot be fought forcefully.
Although he had some guesses in his mind, Zhang He still raised his voice and asked: "Who is coming?"
The knight with black horse and black armor in the distance jumped off his horse, handed Zuo Ping, who was holding the crook of his arm, to his lover, and then turned around.
Revealing a cold and resolute face.
"Chang Shan, Zhao Yun."
Zhang He's heart tightened, and then he listened carefully, but relaxed again.
"Captain Zhao is so brave!" He actually dared to come first with the help of his horse.
After boasting, Zhang He hurriedly retreated to the rear and reorganized the attack.
We must seize the city gate before Zhao Yun's troops arrive.
"Captain Zhao, are you alone?" Zuo Ping, who was already prepared to die, gasped and looked at Zhao Yun's back with inexplicable horror.
"I couldn't bear to worry about this, so I urged my horse to come first." Zhao Yun did not look back, and his voice remained as calm as ever.
"Mr. Zuo, take a rest for a moment. This place will be temporarily handed over to Zhao."
He looked at the soldiers approaching with halberds in their hands.
He did not mount his horse again. There were corpses with broken blades everywhere. Facing the Euphorbias, it was not wise to fight on horseback.
Zhao Yun put down the animal mask on his pocket, took out the gun in his left hand, and pulled out the long knife from his waist with his right hand.
Step forward slowly.
The completely black spear seemed to be able to absorb light, but its tassel was as red as blood.
This is the spear specially made for him by Gongsun Yanhou.
Name, 'Yajiao'
I mean, there is no right corner of the world.
"bring it on!"
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the narrow doorway of the tower.
After a moment of silence, the two sides collided with each other.
"Woo--Woo--"
Lingzhi's night was disturbed by an extremely arrogant whistle.
It was another difficult cornering drift, and Zhang Fei's saber was already lost somewhere.
He couldn't help but follow every turn of the car, bumping around.
There are not many turning roads in Lingzhi City, but there are only a few main roads in the city.
Two scorching sun-like light beams illuminated the path ahead, and wherever they passed, the enemy troops howled like ghosts.
Such a ferocious monster appeared on the streets of the late Han Dynasty across time and space, and the panic it caused is needless to say.
Then he knocked away a resistance horse set up by Yuan Jun, and the defenders here were so frightened that they fled in all directions.
The strong liquor that was drunk earlier gradually took effect after being shaken in the stomach.
Zhang Fei discovered that the wine he loved so much in the past was fermenting and churning in his stomach, which was like a water bag, and the smell of alcohol rushed straight to his forehead.
It made him feel a strong urge to vomit from the bottom of his heart.
"Big, big niece, slow down, slow down!"
Liquid with a strong smell of alcohol surged into his throat. Zhang Fei swallowed hard and held back.
He didn't want to wallow in his own vomit.
Difficulty and patience for a long time.
Finally, we reached another place and felt the speed of the monster slowly slowing down.
Zhang Fei looked up and saw that they had bumped into the military camp in the county like chickens.
This military camp originally belonged to the Lingzhijun soldiers, but it had fallen into the hands of the Yuan army at this time.
In the distance, there were horseback troops deployed in front of the military camp, and people were running behind them in panic.
"No, there's no way!"
Stop it!
Zhang Fei suddenly felt hope in his heart.
But I heard the person next to me burp again.
"It's okay!" Gongsun Yan blinked, there were some flowers in front of his eyes, and the scenery kept shaking.
She turned on the wipers and cleaned up the indescribable stuff stuck on the windshield.
Holding the steering wheel with both hands, he said something that Zhang Fei will remember deeply.
"There is no road in this world. If there are too many collisions, there will be a road!"
As he said that, he loosened the accelerator a little bit and then stepped on it all the way to the bottom.
(There are tens of millions of roads, safety is the first priority, driving is not regulated, and relatives shed tears.)
(The novel is fictional, never imitate it. Or eat peanuts!)
