Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty One Give Lao Tzu Dangping Shouchun
That night, many generals stayed up all night.
They all knew that the Northern Expedition to Huainan was about to reach its final decisive moment, and their excitement kept them awake all night.
Only Yan Liang fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was already bright.
After cleaning up and washing up, Yan Liang was wearing black armor, a red cloak on his back, and holding a green dragon knife in his hand, he walked out of the tent with his head held high.
At this time, the soldiers of each camp were already well fed and were marching out from each camp in an orderly manner and gathering towards the predetermined location.
Yan Liangzong raised his sword on his horse and, followed by Zhou Cang, Hu Che'er and other Tiger Guard troops, rode his horse straight out of the camp and headed south of Shouchun City.
Behind him, groups of excited soldiers, with their blood boiling like a trickle, entered from the camps and converged towards the south of Shouchun City.
Finally, the small streams converged into a sea a few miles south of the city.
Sixty thousand cavalrymen straddled the open land with a radius of several miles in the south of Shouchun City, and their huge momentum was like an overwhelming dark cloud.
The cold light reflected by the dense iron armor almost blocked the sun's rays.
The billowing flags were like roaring waves, roaring one after another.
That big flag with the word "Yan" flying arrogantly over the battlefield.
The morale of the officers and soldiers of the three armies has reached its peak, and the billowing military spirit is like an invisible tide, rushing towards the enemy on the opposite side.
In the camp in the southeast of the city, Taishi Ci, who was stationed on horseback and holding a sword, had a heavy expression. What flashed in his eyes was not hope, but sadness and solemnity.
Last night, Guan Yu, who was eager to return to the army, had withdrawn all his troops from the camp. In order to maintain the power of the horns, Taishi Ci was ordered to lead 2,000 troops and take over the camp.
And this means that at this time, only Zhou Yu and only four thousand soldiers and horses are left in Shouchun City.
What they had to face was an enemy advancing from the south. There were 60,000 people, ten times their own size.
Even though Taishi Ci was resolute and fearless, facing ten times as many enemies, he still felt a little bit of fear in his heart.
Taishi Ci didn't know what the point was if he continued to resist like this.
Perhaps because of his friendship with Sun Ce, or perhaps because of his so-called reputation, Taishi Ci still chose to stand here and fight the last battle for Zhou Yu.
Outside, Yan Liang stood on horseback and held a sword, but his face looked like a knife, but he was confident and solemn.
After fighting Zhou Yu for so many years, at this moment, there is no need to leave any room for that troublemaker who claims to be of noble birth.
Those who deserve to die will eventually die. Those who stand in my way will show no mercy.
The Qinglong Sword was raised high. Yan Liang pointed forward.
Orders were passed down from level to level, and the flags wavered accordingly, while the rumbling sound of war drums soared into the sky like thunder.
The 60,000-strong army began to advance simultaneously towards Shouchun City and Taishi Ci Camp in the southeast of the city.
With the absolute advantage, there is no need to adopt any tactics of defeating them one by one. Yan Liang will use ten times the force and an unprecedented violent attack to crush all the enemies inside and outside the city.
Under the gaze of cold eyes, huge military formations began to slowly advance towards the enemy. Huge towers rushed towards each other, making squeaking sounds, and slowly moved up like old oxen.
There was panic at the top of Shouchun City.
The remaining 4,000 Zhou troops had not yet begun the battle, but their fighting spirit had been frightened by Yan Jun's mighty momentum.
In front of the South Gate Tower, Zhou Yu held his sword tightly, and there was no trace of confidence on his handsome face, except that it was still heavy.
Standing in the midst of panic, what Zhou Yu felt in his heart was incomparable sadness.
Jiangdong's army, which once numbered more than 100,000, now only has a few thousand men under his command, and among the rainy generals, only Tai Shici is left.
The glory is gone, only decline remains.
In Zhou Yu's heart, a feeling of impending doom had quietly arisen.
Facing the vast sea of people outside the city, Zhou Yu couldn't help but feel a bit of fear in his heart. For a moment, he even had the idea of surrendering.
But immediately, the figure of Xiao Qiao appeared in his mind. In his imagination, those scenes of Xiao Qiao being ravaged by Yan Liang were cutting his self-esteem like a knife blade.
"Try away what I love and destroy my reputation. How can I, the son of a well-known family, Zhou Yu, surrender to a humble man like you, a thief? I, Zhou Yu, will stay with you to the end——"
Hatred burned like fire, and a fierce light flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes.
He drew his sword angrily and shouted sternly: "You sons of Jiangdong, if you are a man, please give me the courage to fight these enemies to the death -"
Zhou Yu roared at the top of his lungs, trying to inspire fear among the soldiers and force them to be determined to die.
However, what responded to Zhou Yu was not the roaring and tsunami-like shouts of death as imagined, but a complete silence.
The frightened soldiers seemed to have been stretched to the extreme and could not hear Zhou Yu's shouts at all.
Zhou Yu's passionate heart immediately became cold.
At this time, Yan Liang no longer allowed him to reminisce about the desolate time. The densely packed Yan family troops on the south line of the city were already rushing toward the city head like a tide.
The dry camp in the southeast of the city was the first to be attacked.
Veteran general Huang Zhong was ordered to lead an army of 20,000 to launch an unprecedented attack on the Zhou army in the dry camp.
At the forefront, more than 10,000 sword and shield bearers held a shield in one hand and a ring-headed sword in the other, shouting and charging forward against the locust-like arrows in the enemy camp.
The arrows clanked and bounced off the shield, but there were still unfortunate warriors who were hit by sharp arrows and fell to the ground screaming.
The medical soldiers who followed quickly rushed forward to rescue the person who was hit by the arrow. The remaining soldiers continued to rush forward despite the rain of arrows.
If there were more than 10,000 Guan Yu's troops in the camp at this time, they would naturally be able to block Yan's attack with an airtight rain of arrows.
It's a pity that all the troops in the camp at this time are only 2,000 Zhou troops. With such strength, how can they stop the mad rush of 10,000 people?
After a charge, the swordsmen and shieldmen rushed to the outside of the enemy camp and began to use the ring-headed knives in their hands to desperately chop off the triple antlers arrayed on the outside of the camp.
At this time, the archers and crossbowmen following behind also entered the shooting range. More than three thousand crossbowmen fell behind the sword and shield men and began to suppress the enemy's long-range arrow attacks with raindrops of arrows.
Three layers of antlers. Two layers were chopped off in the blink of an eye. As long as the last layer was chopped down, Yan Jun could reach the front line of the camp gate without any hindrance. How could a mere camp gate stop the collision of tens of thousands of people?
At this time, Huang Zhong, who was commanding from a distance, saw this and raised his sword. Half of the remaining 10,000 soldiers and horses also ordered to rush forward and joined the team rushing to the camp.
The addition of five thousand fresh troops greatly enhanced Yan's army's combat power. The remaining antlers had been chopped down and almost all were lost.
Taishi Ci in the camp was extremely anxious. He knew very well that the strength of the two armies was too disparate. If they continued to resist like this, failure was imminent.
Thinking of this, Taishi Ci gritted his teeth, got on his horse and shouted: "Brothers, follow me and fight out of the camp to kill these enemy thieves -"
Amidst the loud shouts, Taishi Ci galloped his horse and brandished his sword, and rushed towards the camp gate.
The originally closed camp gate suddenly opened wide, and Taishi Ci led more than a thousand Zhou troops to fight back with their last courage.
There were more than 10,000 Yan troops on the front line of the antlers. They were so frightened by the Zhou army that they huddled in the camp and did not dare to show their heads. They devoted themselves to cutting down the antlers.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Jun was about to make a final desperate struggle and actually rushed out.
The rushing Zhou army temporarily disrupted Yan Jun's pace. Taishi Ci relied on his unstoppable courage and used his sword to wildly harvest the heads.
Thousands of Zhou troops, but Yan Jun in the camp gate area fell into a short and hasty battle.
More than a hundred steps away, Huang Zhong saw this scene, with a disdainful sneer on his old face.
This is what he has been waiting for.
"Commanders of the Yan Family Army, the last battle is now. Follow me to kill the generals and kill all the remnants of the Wu people -"
Amidst the angry roar, Huang Zhong waved his horse and shot out with electricity.
The remaining 5,000 elite infantrymen burst into formation and surged up like a tidal wave.
Five thousand elite Changsha soldiers followed veteran general Huang Zhong and rushed straight to the gate of the camp. Huang Zhong, like a towering iron tower, straightened his horse and cut into the rebel army.
There was a loud killing sound, and the tragic sound shook the sky.
The addition of five thousand reinforcements quickly reversed the hasty situation of Yan's army. The soldiers, who were ten times more than the enemy, began a crazy counterattack.
The short-lived madness of the Zhou army was soon overwhelmed by the endless enemy and the tide-like offensive. The more than a thousand Zhou army was forced to retreat step by step, and retreated step by step towards the camp.
The enemy's camp gate had been opened and the loophole had been exposed. Huang Zhong grasped this point keenly and asked the soldiers to stop cutting off the antlers. He forced the retreating enemy to rush in through the camp gate with all his strength.
At this time, Taishi Ci was covered in blood, and he had cut off countless heads with his sword.
However, even though he is unrivaled in bravery, it is difficult for him to support the toppling building with his own strength.
Countless Yan troops, regardless of life and death, rushed in wave after wave, forcing Tai Shici and his remaining soldiers to retreat step by step, and finally retreated into the camp.
At this time, Huang Zhong saw the opportunity and rushed forward before the enemy tried to close the camp gate.
Amidst the loud shouts, Huang Zhong swept out the long knife in his hand like a wheel, mowing down the enemy soldiers on the left and right who were trying to close the camp gate like fragile straw.
In the splashing blood mist, Huang Zhong rushed out like a murderous god. No one dared to block his sword.
Behind him, a surging tide of soldiers and soldiers rushed in, like a torrent from a collapsed embankment, pouring in through the camp gate.
The enemy camp has been destroyed.
The last line of defense was broken through, and the remaining fearful Zhou army was left with the fate of being killed.
Seeing that the entire army was defeated, Taishi's heart was as compassionate as a knife. He scolded the defeated soldiers with all his strength and bravely killed Yan Jun who rushed forward.
But all his struggles seemed so insignificant. In the face of collapse, even if he tried his best, he would be unable to recover.
At this time, Huang Zhong, who was riding a horse and killing like crazy, had already locked his eyes on Tai Shici. The unstoppable enemy general aroused his boiling fighting spirit.
With a long roar, Huang Zhong rode his horse and wielded his sword, stepping on the bloody road under his feet and heading towards Taishi Ciji to kill him. (To be continued.)