Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

Cao Hong squinted at Cao Fang, saw that he had moved to the east gate, turned his body and mind, tightly held the long knife in his hand, sideways to avoid Zhou Cang's killing move, the long knife slashed at the enemy general with the gun, the opponent was caught off guard , had to return to the emergency defense.

Cao Hong made a feint and charged up his strength secretly. Pu Dao drew an arc in mid-air and rode his horse towards the iron rod.

"When~~"

The long knife and the iron rod collided violently.

There was a loud stabbing sound, and the huge force shook the enemy general back a few steps before he stabilized his figure.

Cao Hong's eyes lit up, and with a movement of his feet, Jueying turned around and rushed towards the gap with a tacit understanding.

"drive!"

Jueying set off a gust of wind, flew all four hooves, and rushed to the east gate.

"Hugh is going to let Cao thief go, stop him!"

Zhou Cang hurriedly chased after him, but he was not Jueying's opponent, and watched Cao Hong's figure go away helplessly.

The yellow turban thieves rushed towards Cao Hong after hearing his order, trying to block his pace.

But... how could these people be Cao Hong's opponents? He switched his left hand for his right hand, and his right hand for his left hand. The huge Pu Dao kept slapping the enemy troops on both sides, protecting the horse Jueying for life, preventing it from being hurt at all.

As the horse galloped, a lot of sweat broke out on Cao Hong's forehead, and his movements became much slower. The long-term exhaustion exhausted his physical strength a lot.

"puff!"

The Yellow Turban thief shot a few sharp arrows towards him. Cao Hong moved the arrows with his horse to protect Jueying, but he didn't prevent himself from being shot in the shoulder by an arrow.

"Quick! Bandit Cao is injured!" Zhou Cang looked overjoyed at the tottering Cao Hong.

Cao Hong glanced at the east gate, which was close at hand, and felt a burst of saber light coming from behind him.

It's Zhou Cang!

He finally arrived. Cao Hong tried his best to raise his arm, trying to resist, but the tearing pain in his shoulder made him move slowly, and the big knife in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

With a bitter smile, unexpectedly, he still failed to enter the city gate.

"Zi Lian..."

On the top of the wall, Ning Rong saw it clearly, and anxiously lay down on the top of the wall and shouted

"Quick! Go save people!"

Ning Rong, who was in a hurry, commanded with a cry of grief and indignation.

"Zhiyuan?"

Cao Hong raised his head with difficulty, looked at the anxious Ning Rong on the top of the wall, and listened to his heart-piercing shouts, his eyes were moist and he closed his eyes.

do not!Zhiyuan!

Zhou Cang smiled grimly and swung his knife to chop it off, with a puff, the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh, splashing a spray of blood.

"what?"

Cao Hong lay on Jueying's back with no strength, dragged the simple knife with his left hand, touched the blood on his face with his right hand, and looked at the blood on the finger suspiciously.

Does it hurt?

"General...general, hurry up...go away...I, my wife and children are still in the city..."

At the critical moment, a local garrison in Gucheng rushed over, blocked Zhou Cang's sword, and blocked the fatal blow for Cao Hong.

As he was dying, he stared fixedly at the east gate. There was his concern, and his family was there!

"Stop the thief, Cao Fang is here!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cao Fang led [-] cavalry out of the city gate to meet Cao Hong.

"General! Let's go! I'll wait for the queen!"

Cao Fang slammed Jueying's ass with a gun, and the painful Jueying rushed out with Cao Hong on his back.

"withdraw!"

Cao Fang looked at Cao Hong who was safe and sound, waved his hands and galloped away, leaving only a few elite black-armored cavalry behind, blocking the retreat of the yellow turban bandits.

"Crack! Kick!"

The east gate was closed heavily, and those soldiers who stayed outside were killed by the Yellow Turban Thieves after all.

Ning Rong looked at the heroic Cao Jun, his eyes blurred with muddy tears.

"Archery! Quick! Shoot 'em!"

The dumbfounded garrison finally came to their senses and shot arrows at the city. The yellow scarf who had been hit by the arrow fell down in response. Soon, an open space was cleared at the gate of the city.

……

woo woo woo woo……

The heavy horn sounded, and Zhang Yue commanded the Yellow Turbans to quickly fill up the five trenches, and the siege team continued to attack down the city carrying long ladders.

Zhou Cang spit twice in resentment, and escaped from the shooting range of the arrows at the top of the city.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Archer! Let it go!"

Wang San looked at the densely packed yellow scarf thieves on the ground, trampling on the corpses and rushing up wave after wave, frantically commanding the soldiers defending the city to shoot arrows.

Cao Hong pulled out the arrowhead from his shoulder, bandaged it briefly, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ning Rong on the top of the wall, with a straight waist and a resolute face that was not angry but majestic.

It's just that pale face makes people very worried.

Ning Rong knew that it was caused by excessive blood loss, overwork, and lack of physical strength. Seeing that he was holding a big long simple knife and his wrists were bruised, it was obvious that he had used a lot of force.

He is relying on the strength of the long knife to support his body. The tall and straight figure is the appearance he has worked hard to make. Now he may not even be able to beat a small soldier.

"Zilian, you..."

"No problem! The general must stand here and guard the city with all the soldiers."

Cao Hong's light words choked Ning Rong's worries back to his stomach.

Will be brave!