Zhang Niujiao flew over the city wall and killed an enemy soldier with one sword.

A few dozen steps ahead of Zhang Niujiao, Wang Dang and his soldiers were fighting fiercely all the way, moving forward bravely. The defenders of Yintao City could not resist and retreated step by step.

Seeing the general lead and striving to kill the city wall, the soldiers under the city were excited and excited. Amid the deafening roar, they braved the sky with long arrows and stones like a tide, climbed up the cloud ladder quickly, siege the city wildly, and invincible. More soldiers climbed over the city wall and tore open one defensive point after another. The Yellow Turban Army gradually occupied a long defensive surface on the city wall.

Zhang Niujiao was very confident in capturing Yintao City because he was very confident in his siege strategy. He used ten days to launch a continuous attack on Yintao City, consuming a large amount of defensive power of the defending officers. Now, according to his optimistic estimate, it was already very good that there were 2,000 defenders in Yintao City. From midnight, Wulu and Bailu troops at the South Gate concentrated their troops according to his requirements and kept attacking Yintao City, making the enemy mistakenly believe that the main attack direction of the Yellow Turban Army was the South Gate, and took the opportunity to attract the enemy's defensive power and paralyze the enemy. Then at the right time, Sun Qin and Wang Dangmen launched a thunderous attack at the Xicheng Gate, striving to take down the city wall, and then the troops developed into the depth of the city to seize Yintao City. So he saw that the plan to encircle and annihilate the leopards was difficult to complete, so he immediately returned to the West Gate and organized the most fierce attack.

Wang Dang's sword was bloody and tragic, and the ones were invincible. The attendants following Wang Dang were like bloodthirsty beasts. They roared, their weapons were raging, and they were moving forward regardless of their lives. The archers immediately following him shot batch after batch of long arrows at the stubborn resistance at the fastest speed under the cover of the front row of soldiers.

On the city wall, the bodies of soldiers on both sides were lying in various postures, piled up on the top of the city wall about three meters wide. The ground was covered with a thick layer of blood, and the fluttering snowflakes kept quietly covering them with their white gauze, but then they were dyed red again by more blood spraying out from everywhere.

The defensive soldiers were like a group of madmen who had lost their minds. They were covered in blood, and their blood-red eyes were wide open, wishing to tear apart the enemies in front of them. They roared wildly, waved the bloody weapons in their hands, rushed up again and again, dying, rushing up again and again.

Zhang Niujiao was like a furious bison at this time. His facial muscles became extremely distorted due to hatred. His eyes seemed to be about to spew out hot flames. His sword was lightning flying in the air. Every knife was taken down, a fresh life ended; every step forward, he stepped on the enemy's corpse.

"Kill..." Zhang Niujiao waved his knife and roared fiercely, fighting fiercely at the forefront of the battlefield.

Sun Qin brought the third group of assault soldiers to the city wall. "Form a formation, form a formation immediately..." Sun Qin shouted loudly while commanding the soldiers to quickly occupy the area that had been captured by the Yellow Turban Army.

Under the city wall, the victorious war drum suddenly sounded. The drum sound was intense and violent, and the sound was heard from all over the world, shocking the entire Xichengmen battlefield.

The Yellow Turban soldiers suddenly had a great morale. They shouted in unison, and the heartfelt cheers almost instantly wiped out the wind and snow in the sky.

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Guo Yu, the facial features, rushed into the city gate tower panting and shouted loudly: "Sir, the city wall is lost, let's retreat quickly!"

Feng Yi sat on the chair calmly, looked at Guo Yu with a look of fear, and reached out to hand over a roll of wrapped bamboo slips.

"This is a memorial to the court."

Guo Yu took it and shouted anxiously: "Sir, go quickly."

Feng Yi stood up and asked casually: "Go? Where to go?"

"North Gate, walk from the North Gate. Lord Li's troops are fighting fiercely with more than 100,000 ants thieves outside the East Gate. All the ants thieves from the North Gate have arrived at the East Gate to participate in the war, so there is no enemy in the North Gate now, so we can withdraw safely, "Sir, go quickly, Wei Pan's troops are at the intersection of the street, preparing to escort the sergeant to evacuate quickly."

Feng Yi shook his head, and he walked out and said, "Mr. Li resolutely came to rescue Yitao with ten thousand iron cavalry. He sacrificed his life to death and regarded the 200,000 Yellow Turban thieves as ants, which is impressive. Haven't you learned anything from it?"

Guo Yu's face suddenly turned red and his face looked ashamed.

Feng Yi walked to the door and looked at the soldiers on both sides fighting fiercely dozens of steps away.

"Mr. Li and his cavalry rushed to Yingtao and took the initiative to invite the main force of the Yellow Turban Army. The purpose was to let us defend the city today. We will win until tonight. Do you know why?" Feng Yi asked.

Guo Yu's expression moved, suddenly realized, and shouted excitedly: "Sir, is this the chance of life you said?"

Feng Yi nodded. He pointed to the battlefield where the sound of killing sounds shook the sky and said calmly: "We can let Captain Pan bring his troops up."

After Guo Yu was excited, he was immediately pulled back to the cruel reality by the bloody battlefield in front of him. The defensive forces had been wiped out, the city walls had been lost, and there was no room for recovery.

"Sir, we only have one thousand men from Duwei Pan now. Even if we add it, it will be difficult to retake the city wall. Sir, let's retreat."

Feng Yi shook his head slowly with a firm expression. He walked forward a few steps, pointed to a clearing and said, "You go and move the chairs here, I'll sit here."

"Sir..." Guo Yu was shocked, knelt down with a "plop" and begged: "Sir, go quickly..."

The dozen guards who had been standing at the door were also kneeling down at the same time and shouted: "Sir, please leave quickly, let's stay and firmly block the enemy..."

Feng Yi looked at Guo Yu with a cold expression and said loudly: "Do you dare to miss the military opportunity?"

Guo Yu was helpless and kowtowed three times to him with a sad and angry expression, and ran down the city wall like a flying one.

"Move the chair here." Feng Yi said lightly.

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The king was stabbed in the thigh by an enemy spear.

He cried out with a tragic cry, and his sword quickly pierced into the enemy's chest. At the same time, his body stagnated and took a step back. The comrades behind him immediately filled his empty space and slashed the enemy soldiers on the opposite side with one knife. Three or four soldiers guarding the city saw Wang Dang shaking and seemed to be unable to support him, so they immediately rushed forward and attacked the sword and gun. Wang Dang's two comrades around him could not resist and were chopped to the ground one after another. Wang Dang barely blocked two swords and took another step back. At this time, a long spear suddenly broke through the wall and quickly stabbed Wang Dang's throat. Wang Dang caught him off guard, looked around and screamed wildly.

Zhang Niujiao roared angrily, held the knife in both hands, jumped up, and slashed at the enemy soldier holding the flying spear. Suddenly, blood splattered, and a big head flew away. The spear stopped in the air for a while. Wang Dang couldn't hold on, and his legs became weak, and he knelt down on one leg. At the same time, the spear remained unabated and stabbed hard into the soldier behind Wang Dang.

Zhang Niujiao stood with a knife, raised his eyes and looked forward.

Suddenly he saw Feng Yi, sitting on the chair, with a normal expression.

Zhang Niujiao suddenly raised his sword and shouted: "Brothers, kill Feng Yi, kill him..."

This roar was like a thunder blew up in the air, shocking the Yellow Turban soldiers. Everyone looked up almost at the same time.

Feng Yi, the biggest enemy of the Yellow Turban Army, was him who cut off the coffin and killed the corpse in Guangzong, cut off Zhang Jiao's head and sent it to Luoyang, Kyoto; he killed all the family members of all the leaders of the Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong City; he was he who slaughtered thousands of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army.

Anger was suddenly ignited.

Zhang Niujiao, Wang Dang, all the guards, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers suddenly burst out with a heart-wrenching roar: "Kill..."

The official army was instantly trapped in a group of crazy wolves. They were torn, bitten, and devoured by the vicious wild wolf. Blood splattered everywhere and flesh flew everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel. Killed with your life and killed one after another.

Layer layers of official soldiers were rushed by the Yellow Turban soldiers, drowned and killed.

Zhang Niujiao was stabbed three times, and blood poured out from his neck and shoulders, but he had lost his mind. He was completely ignited by hatred and detonated, and he didn't know any pain. At this time, there was only Feng Yi in his eyes, and only kill in his heart, kill Feng Yi.

He tried his best to sacrifice his life and finally killed the last guard who stood in front of Feng Yi.

Feng Yi sat upright, covered with a thin layer of white snow. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the bloody horns of the ox, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Niujiao was like a ferocious tiger, and he raised his head and let out a shocking roar. He held the knife in both hands and used all his strength to slash it down with one knife.

Long arrows, long arrows in the sky suddenly emerged from the wind and snow.

Zhang Niujiao didn't realize it. He raised the knife in one hand and Feng Yi's head in the other. He shouted to the sky with wind and snow, "Master..."

The long arrow let out a breathtaking whistle, and shot with a "swish..."

Zhang Niujiao's roar stopped abruptly. His body shook violently, and more than a dozen long arrows penetrated him in an instant.

Zhang Niujiao raised the knife in one hand and Feng Yi's head in the other. He looked up at the wind and snow-covered sky, opened his murderous eyes and suddenly died.

The soldiers of the government soldiers who were fighting bloody near the city gate tower and the Yellow Turban soldiers were immediately shot to death by the roaring arrows in the sky.

Sun Qin and the soldiers, who were dozens of steps away, widened their eyes and stared at them in a daze, their minds blank.

Pan Feng's figure suddenly appeared on the city wall. He held up a big axe and yelled wildly at the soldiers rushing from the corridor: "Kill...ah..."

Sun Qin's tears gushed out, and he raised his sword and almost cried: "Kill, kill, kill..."
Chapter completed!