The moment the Guangxin City Gate was breached, the battle in Cangwu Prefect's Mansion was coming to an end.
Ling Tong was dumbfounded as he watched his men die one by one. Those who were known as the elite among the elite were surrounded and killed one by one.
A master who could obviously fight one against five was surrounded by soldiers commanded by the bloody man in the courtyard, and his abilities were completely unable to be used.
As more and more of his subordinates died, Ling Tong gradually wanted to quit.
He failed. This sneak attack from the tunnel did not even make it out of the prefect's mansion, and he was killed here.
All of this happened because of the bloody man in the courtyard.
"Zhao Zilong, hello, very good!"
Ling Tong gritted his teeth and fought but retreated.
Although Liu Bei was in exile, his subordinates Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were well-known, but Zhao Yun was not well-known, but he was so powerful. Wu Neng defended a hundred-man attack, and Wen Neng instantly took over a team without a commander and fought brilliantly.
This was beyond Ling Tong's understanding of generals. He simply couldn't understand why such a powerful person had so few people understanding his abilities.
"Withdraw, withdraw!"
Ling Tong gave the order, and the remaining twenty or so people followed him and ran toward the kitchen where they had emerged.
In their haste, they couldn't get out of the prefect's mansion, so they could only try to escape along the way they came.
Among the chasing Cao troops, the deputy general guarding the city gate looked over Yang Ling's body on the ground, then suddenly turned back and looked at Zhao Yun with a consulting look.
The wound on Zhao Yun's back had long since completely collapsed, staining his gown with blood, but the gun in his hand stood straight there, not trembling at all due to the pain on his body.
Zhao Yun knew that his body was no longer able to pursue Ling Tong, and he also knew that these were Cao's troops, not his lord Liu Xuande's men, but in the end he could not let Cao's troops follow him and die.
Finally, he sighed and shook his head.
The deputy general also realized that in a passive situation where the city gates were abandoned and the general was killed, they could surround and kill the rebellious enemy troops. Even if they escaped, they could kill dozens of people and put out the rebellion, which was enough to offset the merit. , after all, Yang Ling, the instigator of the incident, is dead, and the responsibility does not lie with him.
So the deputy general led his troops to cover up the attack, and only surrounded the courtyard of the kitchen where Ling Tong fled, but did not dare to risk entering.
Neither Zhao Yun nor the deputy general knew that there was a secret passage here, so they thought they could just wait for reinforcements, but this gave Ling Tong a chance.
Ling Tong and others entered the secret passage one after another, and Ling Tong was the last one to come in.
He was also covered in blood. He originally planned to wipe it and cover up the traces, but later he found blood stains everywhere from the soldiers. Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he had no choice but to grab the lid of the pot covering the secret passage.
"I lost. Today's revenge, Cao Wu, Le Jin, Zhao Yun, I will make you repay tenfold in the future!"
Ling Tong gritted his teeth and jumped into the secret passage, leaving his head to poke out, and raised the pot lid above his head.
He planned to take one last look at this defeated place. Just when he was about to close the lid of the pot, there was a loud "bang" sound that scared him.
"what?"
Ling Tong looked in the direction of the loud noise in surprise. He saw nothing through the kitchen wall.
Outside, Zhao Yun, Mi Zhen, and Cao Jun all looked in the direction of the loud noise in surprise.
Adou's cries became louder and louder, but Mi Zhen even forgot to comfort him.
With a "cang" sound, Zhao Yun's gun fell to the ground.
Something happened at the city gate...
This was the last thing Zhao Yun thought of before he fainted again, covered in blood.
…
Something happened at the city gate.
Jiang Xin looked at her lower body in disbelief.
A few breaths ago, they shouted "Go first" and rushed into the city gate corridor, but before they had gone far, a siege soldier stepped on something, and then there was a loud noise.
"boom!"
The soldier who stepped on something was knocked out. Before Jiang Xin could study what it was, he heard more loud noises.
"Bang bang bang!"
This time, even Jiang Xin herself was knocked into the air, hit the top stone of the city gate corridor hard, and fell to the ground.
After falling to the ground, Jiang Xin shivered in pain. Only then did he realize that his leg had been blown into two pieces with the loud noise just now.
Yes, it just exploded into two pieces.
"What on earth is it?"
Jiang Xin covered the wound that only left her thigh, gritted her teeth desperately, and endured it with her battle-hardened willpower, wanting to know what was going on.
His ears were full of wailing, and occasionally soldiers were shouting: "Demon method, demon method, Cao Jun knows the evil method!"
Magic...
Jiang Xin realized clearly, yes, he had clearly broken through the city gate, and he had already entered here, so only the magic could stop him.
"Hateful, hateful!"
Jiang Xin finally couldn't help but shout out, because he saw that most of the soldiers who rushed into the city gate corridor with him were dead, and few of them were still alive.
There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and blood was everywhere on the wall bricks. This small city gate was as terrifying as Abi Hell.
Jiang Xin also saw a little girl standing there timidly in the distance at the end of the corridor, facing this direction but with her eyes closed.
"It's unfair, there are evil ways to harm people!"
Jiang Xin looked up to the sky and screamed several times, thinking that he had been on the battlefield for decades, fought against the Yellow Turban, Liu Biao, and six counties, but he fell here, fell into the evil spell.
No matter how strong his willpower was, he finally could not resist the fragility of life.
The blood loss from his broken legs, coupled with the bleeding from his internal organs after hitting the city wall, finally prevented him from making it through.
Jiangdong general Jiang Xin died at the foot of Guangxin City, and dozens of siege soldiers died with him.
Jiangdong Army's offensive was hindered by unknown reasons.
…
On the east bank of the Baiteng River, Cao Wu looked at the battlefield boredly, biting a weed in the corner of his mouth and muttering to himself.
"Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang, Jiang Qin, Zhou Tai, Chen Wu, Dong Xi, Gan Ning, Ling Tong, Xu Sheng, Pan Zhang, Ding Feng. Twelve of Jiang Biao's tiger ministers. Tsk tsk."
Diao Chan squeezed his shoulders and listened carefully without interrupting his words.
"Of the twelve, except for Ding Feng, who was too young, Dong Xi, and Chen Wu died on the Red Cliff battlefield, there are nine left. Nine."
Cao Wu raised his right hand, made a nine sign, and then said with a smile: "In this battle, it is best to take them all in. From now on, there will be no more tiger ministers in Jiangdong!"
When he said this, his aura suddenly increased, and his sharpness and murderous aura appeared at the same time.
He saw that the battlefield on the west bank across the river had reached its most critical moment.
All three battlefields were in a state of anxiety, and Zhou Yu seemed to be waiting for the situation on the Western Front battlefield.
In Zhou Yu's plan, Xing Daorong and Xu Sheng fought on the western front. If Xu Sheng could advance, the situation would shift in the Jiangdong Army's favor.
But the person who happened to be there was Xing Daorong, whom Cao Wu was least optimistic about.
