HLnovel Chapter 210
Chapter 210
Two days later.
The breach has been blocked, and the Han camp has moved to level the ground again.
Nearly 100 Xiangyang cannons have been erected, bombarding Yecheng in all directions.
Under the immersion of the water, the city wall of Yecheng is no longer ~ the original.
Hundreds of boulders crashed and collapsed everywhere.
Judging and scolding the soldiers, they can only work day and night to carry the soil and carry the stones.
Another day of tinkering, and the bombardment of the Han army finally ended.
Heaven and earth are restored to peace.
The Wei soldiers, who had endured for a day, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The exhausted judge also collapsed under the city tower, and he didn't even bother to eat a bite of food, so he fell asleep groggy.
When the Wei soldiers at the head of the city were rejoicing that they had survived another day.
Han camp outside the city.
The 200,000 soldiers of the Han army have finished their meal, and they are fully armed and solemnly arrayed.
Liu Bei put on armor and held a sword, and his eyes were always staring in the direction of the West Gate.
When the moon passes in the middle of the sky.
On the tower of the West Gate City, the three-pillar wolf smoke and fire rose in the night sky.
The officers and men of the whole army were all enthusiastic.
That's a signal that Jurong is going to surrender!
Liu Bei's eyes were burning with murderous intent, he drew his sword in his hand, and shouted: "Zhao Zilong listens to the order!"
"The minister is here!"
Zhao Yunyue stepped forward immediately.
Liu Beijian pointed at the West Gate: "This king ordered you to lead 5,000 steps to ride, open the way first, and enter the West Gate!"
"No!"
Zhao Yun took the order and galloped away.
"The generals will obey!"
Liu Beihuan swept the generals and said sharply: "You and others will lead the troops and horses of the headquarters, and then enter Yecheng, and we will fight side by side tonight to destroy the Yuan clan!"
"Annihilation of the Yuan Clan—"
"Annihilation of the Yuan Clan—"
The generals were excited, waving their weapons and shouting excitedly.
Thundered!
The door of the Han military camp opened suddenly.
Zhao Yun's white horse and silver spear roared out.
Five thousand Han soldiers rode on foot, like a torrent bursting from the embankment, and rushed to the west gate.
Tens of thousands of Han troops poured out of the camp and swept towards Yecheng in all directions.
The Han army attacked on all fronts!
Suddenly.
On the tower of the West Gate City, the Chinese character battle flag has been raised above the night sky.
Yecheng is broken!
Countless Han troops poured into the West Gate with the sound of earth-shattering killing, and swept towards the hinterland of Yecheng.
And at the moment.
In the south gate tower, the judge is still sleeping in his clothes.
Suddenly, the earth-shattering sound woke him up and jumped up.
"What's going on? Where did the killing sound come from?"
The judge rushed out of the city tower and shouted nervously.
The soldiers at the head of the city were also in chaos at this moment, and looked in the direction of the west gate in panic.
That's when it happened.
A horse galloped along the wall, rolled his saddle and fell to his knees before the judge.
"Don't drive!"
"Jurong surrendered to the enemy, opened the west gate and let the Han army enter the city. "
"Countless Han troops have now entered Yecheng!"
The left and right Wei soldiers changed color in an uproar, and they were shocked.
The judge was like being slapped on the head, staggered back a few steps, and fell directly on the threshold.
Simon is fallen!
The Han army, after all, still came in!
He imagined this scene many times, but he was actually mentally prepared.
But what he never expected was that it was his own nephew who betrayed him and let the Han army enter the city!
"Xianrong, you shameless beast!"
"How dare you betray the king, trap me for unrighteousness, and condemn me for injustice—"
The judge got up, beat his chest in the direction of the West Gate, and scolded with grief and indignation at the bottom of the rest.
That's when it happened.
On the other side of the wall, thunder rolled in.
Countless Han army foot riders have come along the city wall.
The Wei soldiers' hearts collapsed, and where there was still a heart to resist, they threw away their armor and fled under the city.
"Don't go back!"
"Form a formation to meet the enemy, and retake the West Gate with me!"
"Those who retreat will be killed!"
The judge woke up from his grief and indignation, drew his sword in his hand, and shouted angrily.
At this point, he still has a glimmer of luck and wants to do a dying struggle.
To no avail.
The torrent of the Han army rolled over unstoppably, drowning the first line of the south gate in an instant.
The tide is over!
The judge looked back in the direction of the palace, tears streaming down his face, shame and despair distorted.
"The king, the minister is sorry for you, and my judge is sorry for you!"
"Liu Bei is assisted by Xiao Yuan, and he is destined to be the destiny of heaven to rejuvenate the Han Dynasty!"
"The destiny of heaven is in Liu no longer Yuan!"
"The minister will take a step first-" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)
After bowing deeply to the palace, the sword slashed against his neck.
On the tower of the south gate, a "Han" flag has been raised.
The hinterland of Yecheng.
The killing is already continuing.
Zhao Yun led five thousand vanguards, unstoppable all the way, and killed the puppet palace.
rushed out more than 100 steps, and a group of soldiers and horses rushed in front of him, finally blocking the way.
A flag with the word "Wen" is clearly visible.
It's an ugly text.
After hearing that Ximen had fallen, he hurriedly led thousands of soldiers and horses to stop the Han army.
"The mantis arm is a car!"
Zhao Yun snorted disdainfully, dragged his gun on his horse, and killed the enemy.
The gentian spear flew up and down, harvesting the heads of the enemy who stood in front of them like ants.
Behind him, the Han army rode on foot, bravely marched up, and retreated the Wei army.
In the blood mist of the rebellious army.
Zhao Yun searched for a familiar figure.
One of the four court pillars in Hebei, the general is ugly!
In the battle of Jieqiao that year, he fought with him fifty times, regardless of victory or defeat.
0 begging for flowers
Today, after many years, we met again on the night of the decisive battle in Yecheng.
"Wen Chou!"
Zhao Yun's silver spear was horizontal, and there was a long roar.
Wen Chou, who was killing indiscriminately, suddenly shook his body.
When he turned his head sharply, he looked at Zhao Yun ten steps apart.
"Zhao... Zhao Yun~~"
Wen Chou's brows were deeply locked, and he had not yet fought before, and his momentum had already fallen.
"In the first battle of the year, there was no victory!"
"Today, let's finish it!"
Zhao Yun's Lu is like a rainbow wind, dragging the blood-colored dust, and the mighty and ugly come straight to the ugly.
In Wen Chou's heart, a tragedy swelled up.
Yecheng has fallen, and behind him is the palace, and he has no way to retreat.
"Yuan Gong!"
"Today, I am ugly, and I will fight for you for the last time!"
Wen Chou let out a sad roar, dragged his horse and gun, and ran towards Zhao Yun.
The two figures, stepping through the bloody road, collided with each other.
Two gun shadows, one black and one white, collided violently with the momentum of the sky and the earth cracking.
In an instant, the sky collapsed, and the sand and rocks flew.
The two horsemen fought in a group.
I saw the blood mist steaming, and the shadow of the gun was like lightning, enveloping the two of them.
Suddenly.
A splatter of blood splattered out.
The shadow of blood and guns fell silent in an instant.
Wen Chou stiffened on his horse, his face distorted, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He looked down with a shudder, and looked hard.
Zhao Yun's gentian gun, He had pierced his heart.
The winner is decided.
"Zhao Yun, you... You win..."
Blood gushed wildly in Wen Chou's mouth, his body shook for a while, and he fell under the horse with a bang.
Zhao Yun put away the blood spear and let out a long breath.
Then he rode and waved his spear, chased after the defeated enemy, and continued to kill the king's palace.
Behind him, in the sky above the four gates of Yecheng, all the Chinese character flags have been raised.
Countless Han soldiers entered the city, roamed the streets and alleys, and besieged the palace in all directions.
And at the moment.
In the palace, it has long been a mess.
The palace maids, eunuchs, soldiers, and family members are scurrying around like headless flies.
Inside the main hall.
Yuan Shao, who was wearing a cloak, was holding the ground with his sword, sitting alone on the throne, waiting for the last moment to come.
The sound of killing is getting closer, and the sound of horses' hooves is getting closer.
The corners of Yuan Shao's mouth twitched slightly, and the hilt of the sword in his hand gradually tightened.
"Click!"
There was a loud bang.
The doors of the temple were slammed open.
Countless Han soldiers poured in.
The king in golden armor, surrounded by all the generals, rode his horse and whipped and stepped into the main hall proudly.
"Liu... Liu Bei~~"
Yuan Shao gritted his teeth and spit out the name from between his teeth.