Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1493 - 1437: Bloody Battle as the City Falls

At this moment, Zhang He didn’t even blink, boldly advancing and enduring the opponent’s long knife. Amidst the opponent’s shocked gaze, he directly grabbed the opponent’s arm and then, without any hint of a master demeanor, slammed his head forward. Both of their helmets deformed instantly.

In a flash, both of their foreheads bled. However, Zhang He had some precautions, and although he was dizzy, he maintained basic combat power. He then kicked towards the opponent’s groin; by this point, Zhang He’s martial ethics had long been thrown out the window.

With a tragic wail, despite being a master of the Inner Qi Manifestation Rank, with extraordinary willpower, the opponent was grievously wounded by Zhang He’s move but was able to regain consciousness. Brandishing a knife with red eyes, he swung at Zhang He, yet his lower body was injured, his movements deranged, and he was struck again by Zhang He, leaving him no choice but to jump off the city wall.

"Huff..." After forcing the opponent down the city wall, Zhang He breathed heavily. Before, when he advanced boldly, he was slashed in the lungs by the opponent, and even with Inner Qi Manifestation, breathing became much more difficult. However, he ultimately endured this wave.

When Luandi Marquis returned, Xubo Cheng wore a look of wanting to laugh but couldn’t. Truth be told, he never expected that the brave warrior atop Jicheng would completely disregard martial artist dignity and use such despicable tactics. Yet, this also showed that the opponent was nearly at the end of his rope.

"You go down and rest, I’ll take over command next," Xubo Cheng said, looking at Luandi Marquis, not knowing what expression to use. This time, Luandi Marquis, who usually opposed Xubo Cheng, said nothing, directly returning to the Rear Camp.

"Send five battalions of scouts to notify Jinhe to come back," Xubo Cheng ordered from the side. As for Jinhe, he was the unlucky fellow who led a thousand Northern Hun archers and twenty thousand miscellaneous Huns to trouble Zhang Fei, only to be ambushed.

"Yes!" The Hun’s falconer nodded, then led five battalions of scouts for reconnaissance and search.

"Have the Vanguard go all out, attacking the northern city wall with all our might, abandon all other sides!" Xubo Cheng shouted an order. At this stage, concentrating power on one city wall, even if the opponent dared to send reinforcements, he was confident he could seize Jicheng before sunset.

As Xubo Cheng withdrew the siege soldiers from the other two city walls to concentrate on one, just as anticipated, Zhang He dared not withdraw all forces from the side walls, fearing a sudden attack from Xubo Cheng that would leave him unable to defend.

In this way, the Hun soldiers went all out while Zhang He harbored worries. The already extremely difficult situation became increasingly dire. The situation at Jicheng’s city head was worsening, and the fall of Jicheng was almost a matter of time.

[Should I borrow troops?] Zhang He stabbed a Xianbei soldier with a spear, looking at the city walls gradually being divided into segments. He couldn’t help but ponder for a moment. To be honest, at this point, any choice must be made quickly.

"Follow me and kill!" Zhang He glanced at the sun already leaning sixty degrees westward. At most, a quarter-hour remained until Sheni Pei’s stated time; there was no point in calling for reinforcements. Fighting desperately to get past this quarter-hour would suffice.

As the sun set, the soldiers fighting on Jicheng’s north gate wall dwindled, and some Xianbei forces even broke into Jicheng. However, inside Jicheng, scattered soldiers still resisted the Xianbei, but their numbers grew. With a dull sound, Jicheng’s north gate cracked open.

"Time’s up, now let’s see if my guess is right." Yuan Tan’s commanders stood before him at this moment, and Sheni Pei stood among them. These were the last four thousand soldiers, and henceforth it truly became a gamble of life.

Slowly activating his Spiritual Talent, Sheni Pei’s head throbbed violently, yet his expression remained incomparably calm.

[Everyone, please lend me your strength, soon I will join you, Lord. I will not let your glory fall into others’ hands; as a model under heaven, how can we allow ourselves to be lightly shamed!] Sheni Pei smiled faintly, unlocking his Spiritual Talent, never before more smoothly than this.

Countless radiances enveloped the remaining four thousand soldiers, and already prepared, as the Xianbei appeared in Jicheng, they began moving towards the north gate, geared for a fierce final battle, grief, anger, and bitterness surged together in their hearts.

"Behind us are only women, children, and the elderly. The Huns’ Iron Cavalry is about to enter. Is it to die in battle defending our homeland behind us, or turn aside, watching our kin suffer under the Huns’ ****? In this battle, we decide!" Yuan Tan raised the Precious Sword passed from Yuan Shao, standing before them all.

"Fight, fight, fight!" Lyu Xiang and others shouted, then a chorus of replies followed, their pace accelerating dramatically.

At this moment, the originally gray-yellow Cloud Qi unconsciously stained with blood, resembling a blood cloud hovering over Yuan Tan’s soldiers’ heads.

"The gates have opened, follow me and kill!" Xubo Cheng shouted. Despite the command to follow him in battle, he didn’t move, and countless miscellaneous Huns surged toward the gate.

Zhang He and others also descended from the walls, converging with Yuan Tan and the others who had gathered near the north gate. Yet, the drop in morale expected from the city’s fall did not occur; they had long braced for this.

Countless miscellaneous Huns, led by the Huns, poured in like waves from the north. Yet, the four thousand Yuan troops led by Yuan Tan stood firm as rocks, tenaciously fighting at the gate, both sides fiercely standing their ground.

"It’s time for us to let them see our might." Xubo Cheng said with a cold smile, as behind him, a thousand of Huyan Chu’s entrusted Imperial Guard stood ready to act, rushing forward like the wind at Xubo Cheng’s command.

Passed down through three hundred years and continuously inheriting the attributes of the previous generations, the Chanyu’s Bodyguards could almost be said to be the strongest Military Spirit Cavalry of the time.

Slightly slower than the White Horse, yet with attack and defense skills inherited from those figures lost in history, enough to make this well-seasoned Military Spirit Cavalry nearly unbeatable.

"They’ve come!" Sheni Pei watched the advancing Chanyu’s Imperial Guards Cavalry with calm eyes. Having once felt their strength at Jundu Mountain, knowing this was no ordinary army’s level, Sheni Pei dared to open the gates because he was prepared.

"Return, those once vanished Vanguards..." As Sheni Pei mused, his eyes nearly bulged out. To recall the once-vanished Vanguard exerted enormous pressure, even risking failure, but in these circumstances, how could he fail!