C42

On the city walls of the north side of Liucheng City, dozens of old men of Wu Huan were dozing off around the bonfire. After listening to the shouts and cries of war for a whole day, they had already turned a deaf ear to the deafening noise coming from the south side of the city. The strong men had all been transferred to the west and south of the city. For these forty to fifty year old soldiers, staying on the city walls while enduring the cold was definitely a hard task. Fortunately, everyone thought that the north side of the city was safe and was not worried about the enemy launching an attack from here.

Clang! An old soldier was too sleepy to notice that the back of his head knocked against the wall. His helmet made a loud noise that immediately woke the surrounding people up.

"He … Mother. "Damn, this old thing must have woken us up on purpose because he can't sleep, right?"

"Stop!" Camel rolled his eyes, pointed outside the wall, and said in a low voice, "Everyone, don't argue. There seems to be a noise coming from the river in front of us!"

"What!" As expected, the surrounding people stopped shouting and cursing, and one by one, they looked down from the top of the city wall. However, the bonfires and torches at the top of the city wall could only illuminate a ten meter radius, and it was impossible to see down the wall with the help of the torches.

A small leader grabbed a torch and took a few steps toward the corner of the city's northern and western walls. Then, he forcefully threw the torch down.

The torch disappeared, plunging into the cold water. In that split-second of light, the team leader found that besides the corpses floating in the river, there seemed to be nothing else out of the ordinary. He came back and kicked Camel a few times, forcing him to promise to buy everyone a drink tomorrow.

The old pawns continued to doze around the fire, and soon there were snores.

On the other hand, Yan Rou who was wearing the sheepskin clothes laid on top of a cold corpse without daring to move, the sheepskin was covered in a thin layer of ice, it looked no different from a corpse. The torch almost threw him on the head, if not for him quickly lying on top of a floating corpse, he would have been discovered by the people on top of the city.

After a long while, Yan Rou realized that the top of the city gate was quiet and snoring sounds could faintly be heard. He let out a breath of cold air and started to pull the bag on his shoulders towards the shore. Behind him were more than twenty people, each of them also dragging a large bag containing fresh lamb legs wrapped in oilskin.

Reaching the shore, Yan Rou carefully took off her sheepskin clothes, took out two lamb legs that still had a bit of heat coming from her bag, and slowly squeezed into the narrow space under the city wall. The others followed suit and followed Yan Rou's example, walking in a line to create five 'ladders'.

After the time it took for an incense to burn, Yan Rou released her hand and found that the lamb leg was firmly stuck to the city wall. He pulled one of the men to his feet, then picked up two more legs and stuck them to the wall. After the legs were attached to the wall, he shook the base of the ladder a few times and found that it was very strong and sturdy. He nodded to herself and stepped on it tentatively.

The two lamb legs did not move at all, and could forcibly withstand Yan Rou's more than fifty kilograms of weight!

Yan Rou was ecstatic, she quickly extended her hand out to the people below him to ask for the lamb leg.

The other groups of people did the same, five 'ladders' slowly extended towards the top of the city.

The closer they got to the city walls, the slower Yan Rou and the rest were. They were afraid that they would accidentally alert the guards on the walls.

After a full two hours had passed, Yan Rou took the initiative to place the 'ladder' below the city wall. She only needed to climb up the wall and with a light leap, he would be able to climb up. He slowly raised her head, and finally saw the scene on the city wall. The city wall was over ten feet wide, seven to eight miles long, and every twenty to thirty feet, it would light up a large bonfire or torch. Thirty to forty old men of Wu Huan's army were standing around the bonfire in a corner more than ten steps away, all of them sound asleep.

Yan Rou did not act rashly. She went down the ladder to the city wall and pulled a person over to him. The man turned around and walked back to the river. He quietly slipped into the river.

Not long after, Gongsun Xu and Single Meridian once again launched a violent attack, their shouts shook the clouds.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, Zhao Yun and Ku Le brought a large group of people to swim over, surrounding the river bank and the city wall so that no one could escape from them.

"What's going on up there?" Zhao Yun whispered into Yan Rou's ear.

Yan Rou's voice was like a mosquito's as she recounted the situation on the city wall.

"More than thirty people?" It seemed like he could only launch a surprise attack! We must kill them in the shortest time possible, and then kill our way to the west of the city! "

"Alright!" Get ready! "

Zhao Yun whispered to Ku Le once again. The three of them each brought five or six nimble people with them as they climbed up the stairs while carrying the crossbow. They quietly climbed to the top of the city walls and approached them.

Camel had just been scolded by his fellow soldiers, and he had been beaten again with wine. He was not feeling very good, and had not slept very deeply. After dozing off for a while, he suddenly felt a bit anxious, so he propped himself up from the wall and prepared to walk a bit further before resolving the issue. The moment the old Luo stood up, his eyes suddenly widened. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scream, a bolt shot into his mouth with a 'shua' sound. Sharp arrowheads easily pierced through the back of his head.

The camel struggled for a while, then fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhao Yun kept his crossbow, pulled out his sword and rushed forward.

The leader who had been scolding Old Camel opened his sleepy eyes and said in a daze, "Which dog is making a ruckus again?"

Just as he said that, Zhao Yun's sword pierced through his throat.

The leader cried out softly as blood spurted out from his throat.

The remaining old men didn't even have time to react before they were chopped into meat paste by Yan Rou and the rest who had rushed over afterwards. A few people were shouting loudly before they died, but there was a lot of noise in the west of the city and in the south of the city. There were no patrolling troops around, so their shouts were unable to reach the ears of their compatriots.

Zhao Yun sheathed his sword and shouted: "Everyone, quickly come up!"

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the soldiers under the city walls climbed up one after another.

"Send a signal to our lord, let us attack the west side of the city immediately!" Zhao Yun left his next sentence, and took the lead to rush down the city wall.

Ku Le grabbed a torch each and stood at the side of the city wall, shaking it three times.

"Done!" Outside the camp of the White Horse Camp, Gongsun Xu, who was staring intently towards the north of the city, could not help but clap and cheer. He then turned his head and instructed: "Gongsun Jia, send orders for Wang Wei to retreat, to let him prepare to attack! Gongsun Yi, report this to General Dan. "

After the two of them left, Gongsun Xu looked towards the north of the city again and realized that the city walls were already empty.

The streets of Liucheng were narrow and run-down, with a width of less than two zhang. The houses on both sides of the street were also very low, and from time to time one could see tents set up on the sides.

As a result of the Han people's siege, the people of Wu Huan's residence didn't dare to enter the streets during the day, and after it got dark, they stayed at home obediently. Furthermore, the north side of the city was very dilapidated, so there were very few people staying there. Just as Zhao Yun was rejoicing inwardly, a burst of heavy footsteps came from the corner of a street which was suddenly lit up by torches.

"What should we do?" Yan Rou looked at Zhao Yun and asked.

"Kill!" Zhao Yun rushed out without hesitation.

At the corner of the street, there was a small squadron of twenty to thirty soldiers. They were preparing to patrol around the northern part of the city. This squad of soldiers should have been dispatched once every two hours, but tonight, the Han Chinese outside the city attacked too fiercely, and they were temporarily sent to transport the wood rolling stone, which was why they were delayed until now when they came to patrol the city. Seeing a group of Han Chinese rushing towards them, these soldiers were dumbfounded. They couldn't figure out where the other party had come from.

Zhao Yun did not give them any time to think, he waved his sword and pierced one of them to death, when he retracted his sword, he swiped the other person's neck.

"The Chinese are charging in! The Chinese people are charging in! " Seeing that the situation was not looking good, Wu Huan's soldiers shouted as they retreated.

Yan Rou and Ku Le pounced on them like wolves and tigers, slashing them down one by one.

"What?" The Chinese people have stormed in?! " Nan Lou who was on the city wall suddenly turned his head, looking at the intersection between the city's west and north streets.

In the next moment, Zhao Yun and the rest appeared in his eyes.

Nan Lou was horrified, and shouted loudly: "Men, quickly come and protect the city gate! Na Yong, report to the King quickly, get him to send reinforcements! " At this moment, he could no longer be bothered with the city wall. Grabbing his scimitar, he dragged his feet and ran down the stairs on the left side of the city wall.

Zhao Yun ordered loudly as he ran.

"Yan Rou, bring 150 people with you to lower the suspension bridge!"

"Ku Le, bring your subordinates and seize the city gate!"

"The rest of you, follow me. I will stop the enemy. No matter what happens, hold on until the gates open!"

Yan Rou and Ku Le replied loudly. They brought one of their men to the city gate and the other to the city gate.

Zhao Yun held the long sword in his hand and charged straight at Nan Lou.

Just as Nan Lou went down the stairs, Zhao Yun's sword pierced him in the chest.

This sword attack was extremely fast, causing Nan Lou to be both physically and mentally exhausted, and to be unable to resist at all. Although he had managed to dodge the attack, he fell to the ground from the stairs.

Zhao Yun took a step forward, and thrusted his sword at Nan Lou again and again. At this moment, he was somewhat frustrated. His strongest skill was spear technique, followed by archery, and lastly, swordsmanship. If he were to use silver gun s, he could take his opponent's life in three moves at most.

Nan Lou's feet touched the ground, he laid on the ground while retreating, and used his blade to parry. In the blink of an eye, he was hit by several swords, but they were all avoided to fatal spots.

Zhao Yun had not been able to kill his opponent in a row, and when he saw the large group of Wu Huan Cavalry coming from the distant streets, he suddenly shouted out and leaped into the air, thrusting his sword towards Nan Lou's head. When Nan Lou raised his blade to block, he suddenly changed his direction of attack, the sharp tip of the sword dodging the curved blade, and with a chi sound, it sliced past Nan Lou's throat.

Nan Lou's figure suddenly stopped, the blade in his hand dropped onto the ground with a clang, he held onto his throat and rolled.

When Zhao Yun landed, he did not even look at Nan Lou who was rolling behind him. The crossbow is ready! "