Chapter 522: Pushing Zhou Yu into a desperate situation
The bright blade rolled up a bloody trail, and with the power of a raging wave, it slashed straight towards Taishi Ci.
Before the blade even arrived, the extremely fierce murderous aura was already suppressing him.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, Taishi Ci suddenly felt an almost suffocating murderous aura coming from behind. When he turned around, he was surprised to see a veteran general coming to kill him.
Huang Hansheng from Changsha had already established a strong reputation in the east of the Yangtze River. Taishi Ci knew at a glance that the general coming to kill him must be Huang Zhong.
Facing the slashing blade, Taishi Ci couldn't think too much and could only try his best to block it with his sword.
throat--
There was a dull metallic sound, and Taishi Ci's raised arms were struck by Huang Zhong's head-on knife, causing him to succumb three points.
"The strength of this hometown is so strong..."
Taishi Ci, who bent his arms, was shocked, but he never expected that a veteran with such an old age could have such amazing strength in his arms.
Taishi Ci gritted his teeth and struggled to pick up Huang Zhong's sword. When he was about to counterattack, Huang Zhong's sword had already been swept out, and the second sword slashed horizontally and rolled straight towards his waist.
Taishi Ci had no time to think, so he could only grit his teeth and block again in a hurry.
The tiger of Changsha, angry with Lianpo's power, fought with the once fiercest general in Jiangdong.
Layers upon layers of sword shadows were flying towards Taishi Ci, like roaring waves. Every time the sword struck, it had the power to break mountains.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had gone through more than thirty moves. The old Huang Zhong's aura was as usual, but the young and powerful Tai Shi Ci was already showing signs of reluctance.
Huang Zhong and Yan Liang were both top military generals, and Taishi Ci's martial arts was top-notch. Although he was known as the most powerful general in Jiangdong, he was still inferior to the top Huang Zhong.
Taishi Ci, who had fought against Yan Liang before and was defeated, now sadly discovered that not only could he not be able to defeat Yan Liang, but he could not even defeat the old guy in front of him.
Seeing that the force on the old guy's sword became more and more fierce. The more he fought, the harder it became. Taishi Ci was sweating profusely and panting like an ox.
And around him, thousands of Yan's soldiers poured into the camp like a tide, killing his remaining subordinates wantonly.
His martial arts skills were not up to par, and all his subordinates were lost. They were massacred and killed. Taishi Ci was extremely cold-hearted.
After fighting for more than twenty moves, Huang Zhong already had the upper hand. His swords were killing people, and Tai Shici could only deal with it in embarrassment.
Taishi Ci knew in his heart that if he continued to hold on like this, he would die not only by Huang Zhong's sword, but also by tens of thousands of besieging troops.
"Captain Zhou, I, Tai Shici, have tried my best. I can't die here, I can't..."
In despair, Taishi Ci had a desire to survive, and suddenly his potential was aroused, and he went berserk.
The sword in his hand suddenly increased his combat power, turning his disadvantage around in the blink of an eye, and actually forced Huang Zhong into a hurry.
Huang Zhong was also angry, shouted lowly, exerted his power, and the strength in his hands increased again.
Just when Huang Zhong was planning to use force against force to suppress the enemy's rampage, Taishi Ci saw an opening, jumped out of the battle group, turned his horse and looked north.
Taishi Ci wanted to escape.
How could Huang Zhong allow him to slip away like this? He quickly chased him with his horse and sword, but the fighting was chaotic in the camp, and Taishi Ci, who was escaping, was far more familiar with the camp than Huang Zhong.
When Huang Zhong chased him more than twenty steps, Taishi Ci had disappeared among the rebels.
After Taishi Ci fled with his life, Huang Zhong vented all his anger on the soldiers of the Zhou army. The long sword dripping with blood danced wildly, like harvesting straw, wantonly harvesting the heads of enemy soldiers.
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Blood was stained red, and corpses were everywhere. In a short time, the remaining two thousand Zhou army had been crushed to death.
In less than a moment, Yan Jun's flag was raised in the camp in the southeast of the city.
After breaking through the camp, Huang Zhong left thousands of soldiers and horses to guard the camp. Then he led the army, which had not finished killing, to besiege Shouchun City.
At the south gate of Shouchun, Yan Liang, who was stationed on horseback and looking from afar, could clearly see the "yellow" flag flying high in the enemy camp.
Yan Liang knew that Huang Zhong had lived up to his expectations and had captured the enemy camp in the shortest possible time.
The power of the horns has been lost. At this time, Zhou Yu, who was trapped in Shouchun City, was truly alone.
"Where is Ling Gong's achievement?" Yan Liang shouted loudly in excitement.
"The general is here." Ling Tong rode out.
Yan Liang pointed his green dragon sword at the enemy city in the distance and said proudly: "Gu command you to lead another ten thousand soldiers and horses into battle to help Gan Xingba Wei Gu defeat Shouchun City in one fell swoop."
"promise."
Ling Tong, who had been unable to restrain his fighting spirit for a long time, had been waiting for this moment, readily accepted the order, and galloped away on horseback.
The rumble of war drums shook the heaven and the earth, the "Ling" flag flew forward, and the 10,000 elite infantry followed Ling Tong and charged away.
The momentum of thousands of people running almost crushed the earth, and the wave-like sea of flags was overwhelming.
At this time, Gan Ning was commanding 20,000 Shengcheng troops, desperately attacking the south gate of Shouchun. With the addition of Ling Tong's army, the number of troops attacking the city had reached 30,000.
The soldiers of Yan's army, who were already unstoppable, now had even higher morale.
One after another, young soldiers braved the falling rocks and trees from the top of the city and the rain of arrows, and climbed up the ladder at the risk of their lives. One man died in the battle, and the people behind him rushed to make up for it.
The corpses had accumulated in a thick layer under the city wall, and the blood flowed into the moat, dyeing the entire river red.
The resistance at the top of the city was extremely tenacious, but the officers and soldiers of Yan's army became more and more courageous as they fought, showing no signs of approaching impending force.
Zhou Yu on the city was already in dire straits. He had already maximized his ability to command troops. With his superior command ability, he led four thousand troops with low morale and stubbornly resisted Yan Jun.
The attack lasted nearly an hour.
The soldiers around him had been killed by random arrows from the city, and seven to eight hundred of them had been killed. Zhou Yu had almost reached the limit of resistance.
The anxious Zhou Yu could only hope that his city defenders and Tai Shici's defenders could withstand Yan Jun's defeat. As long as he could withstand this strongest attack, he would still be able to defeat Yan Jun.
There is hope.
But soon, Zhou Yu's last glimmer of hope was shattered.
On the front line of the east city, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and large numbers of Yan's troops were rushing towards them.
Looking eastward, the "Taishi" flag that should have been erected high has been replaced by the "Yellow" flag.
Zhou Yu painfully understood that the dry camp was lost. Taishi Ci did not know whether he would live or die. At this moment, he was completely alone.
Although Zhou Yu still had a trace of fighting spirit left, the remaining fighting spirit of his demoralized soldiers finally collapsed under the double blow of Yan's army's violent attack in front of the city and the fall of the dry camp.
The momentum of perseverance dropped sharply.
The 30,000 Yan troops in front of the city took advantage of this high fighting spirit to break through from all along the city line. Hundreds of soldiers finally attacked the head of Shouchun City.
Ling Tong wielded his sword and Gan Ning held his halberd. The two generals took the lead and boarded the enemy city, killing wildly and cutting bloody paths.
Yan's soldiers clinging to the city wall scrambled to climb up the city and join in the feast of killing the remaining enemies.
The thousands of remaining Zhou troops were no longer able to resist. They were dying and fleeing. The entire south gate line had completely collapsed.
With a cracking roar, the huge city gate was also knocked open by Yan Jun's charge, and countless Yan Jun soldiers swarmed in from the broken gate.
The jealous officers and soldiers of the Yan Army rushed to the city, regardless of whether they were enemy soldiers or ordinary people. As long as they saw a living person, they would mercilessly chop them off with their swords.
Zhou Yu, who was on the top of the city, found it difficult to resist, so he had to retreat from the top of the city. He led the Zhou army with less than a thousand men, retreated step by step along the streets, and started a fierce street battle with Yan's army who rushed into the city.
At this moment, the East Gate, the West Gate, the North Gate, and the Shouchun gates all fell one after another. Sixty thousand Yan troops poured into Shouchun City from all directions like a siege flood, attacking the remaining soldiers who retreated to the center of the city.
Outside the city, when Yan Liang looked up and saw his own flag raised high on the city tower, a smile of relief finally appeared on his calm face.
With his horse drawn and sword in hand, Yan Liang led the Tiger Guard troops and rushed towards Shouchun City.
Rushing into the city, walking on a long bloody road, stepping on the enemy's corpses, Yan Liang rode straight towards the remaining enemies.
At this moment, Zhou Yu and his remaining troops of less than four hundred retreated into the Governor's Mansion in the center of the city.
These four hundred elite pro-army troops, who would rather die than surrender, relied on the high walls of the Governor's Mansion and were still carrying out a tenacious offensive.
The troops and horses of the Yan army that poured in quickly surrounded the entire Governor's Mansion and attacked from all directions.
Although Yan Jun's superior force could not be deployed due to the narrow terrain, and the Dudu's Mansion would not be captured for a while, Zhou Yu knew that his defeat was irreversible.
While the pro-combatants were still resisting, Zhou Yu, who was in despair, had already left sadly and retreated into the main hall alone.
The hall of Nuo Da was empty and in a mess.
After learning that the city wall had fallen and Yan's army invaded Shouchun, the servants and maids of the Governor's Mansion quickly dispersed like birds and beasts. Before escaping, they also plundered all the valuables in the mansion.
With legs filled with lead and carrying the bloody sword, Zhou Yu weakly walked up the steps and sat down on his seat.
The remaining wine and meat on the table have not been removed. Just a few hours ago, he was here having a miserable drink with the generals to swear that they would fight to the death.
Zhou Yu, dejected, raised the jar, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.
A large amount of wine flowed out from the corner of his mouth and soaked his clothes and armor. After drinking a whole jar of wine, Zhou Yu's hair was disheveled and his body was dirty with alcohol and blood.
That decadence, that haggard appearance, there is no trace of Koto Mishuro's demeanor.
Outside the lobby, the shouts of killing increased sharply and were rapidly approaching the lobby. Zhou Yu knew that the palace wall had been broken and Yan Jun had broken through his last line of defense.
Zhou Yu gave a bitter smile, his unbearable face full of self-mockery and sadness.
"My majestic Koto Mijuro was defeated by a lowly warrior who did all kinds of evil. It's ironic, it's such a huge irony, haha——"
Zhou Yu laughed loudly like crazy. While laughing, he slowly raised his sword and placed the blood-stained blade on his neck. (To be continued.)