In Muni City, two waves of people quickly rushed towards King Zhongyun's palace tent.
On one side were seventy or eighty Zhongyun warriors from the northern city of Muni, and on the other side were Bai Congxin and the Xingshang, Yin Yaozi and others who were recruited behind him.
Whoever gets to the blasted left gate first and then blocks the city gate will get the upper hand.
Yan Jin threw away the Mo Dao in his hand with a clang, and made a cross-hand salute to Zhang Zhao.
"Captain! Let Fan Quan and I go! We'll block the city gate!" With that said, Yan Jin picked up his pair of cooked copper maces from the ground.
"People of a certain clan, please leave it to the Commander-in-Chief!"
Zhang Zhao tightly grasped the handle of the Hengdao, his eyes a little hot, and patted Yan Jin's shoulder without saying anything.
Now is not the time for mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Yan Jin wants to sacrifice his life to block the obviously faster warrior Zhongyun behind him, so that he can gather everyone to defeat the palace warriors on the wall in one fell swoop.
"All the troops move forward! Fight to the death!" When Yan Jin turned around and left, Zhang Zhaoping raised his horizontal sword and let out a roar that shook the sky!
Dunzhu ran to his left, Man Xiong came to his right, Fanshun, Wang Tongtong, Qiongre Duojin and others stood behind him in turn, with the officers in front and the soldiers behind, everyone squeezed together to Zhang Zhao formed a triangular pig to break out of the formation for the sharp edge!
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!" A thunderous roar followed! Even Cao Yanming, who had been playing soy sauce, picked up a horizontal knife and started howling behind the team.
"Boom!" Zhang Zhao and others rushed into the formation of Zhong Yun's warriors on the high platform.
Such an intensive impact gave no opportunity to show off his personal martial arts skills. Zhang Zhaoping raised his horizontal sword and directly penetrated the throat of the warrior Zhong Yun on the opposite side. At the same time, the heads of three spears also hit Zhang Zhao's chest.
'Jingle bell! The tip of the gun broke with the sound, and Zhang Zhao screamed. A warm feeling suddenly surged into his chest. His Mingguang Armor was finally pierced, but fortunately it wasn't very deep.
Severe pain came from the left rib again, maybe the rib bone was cracked.
But under the stimulation of adrenaline, Zhang Zhao seemed not to know the pain. After piercing the throat of a Zhongyun warrior, he didn't even have a chance to stop. Pushed by the soldiers from Shandu behind him, he went straight to the crowded place. Zhongyun samurai fell into it.
There were hands everywhere, swords, guns, axes and hammers everywhere. Zhang Zhao didn't even know who he hit or what hit him.
He could only vaguely see tiny armor leaves being torn open, and figures staggering and falling everywhere.
Whose arm flew into the air.
Whose head clattered to the ground again.
Someone's item suddenly disappeared with a crash. Well! Zhang Zhao touched it and it seemed to be his item!
Just when Zhang Zhao was shocked, the Zhongyun warrior who tore off his collar was hit by three weapons almost at the same time.
The curved spear head stabbed his chest, a thick-backed broadsword cut off his right arm, and a hammer exploded his head.
There was blood and water on the ground, and drizzle began to fall in the sky! Even the rain seemed to have a fishy smell, and everyone was exerting their instincts like wild beasts.
The barbarian bear fell. He was hit in the back by a big axe, but he did not fall down. After staggering two steps, the barbarian bear swung the big knife in his hand, and instead chopped down the warrior Zhongyun who was holding the big axe. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" The fanatical roar rang out again. Zhang Zhao's eyes were slightly focused, and the surrounding situation seemed to come alive.
He looked around and saw that the last hundred Zhongyun warriors on the city wall had completely collapsed. There were running figures everywhere or lying motionless on the ground with their faces covered in blood.
At the left gate under the city wall, the divine arm bow in Fan Quan's hand was overwhelmed and shattered to pieces.
Yan Jin leaned crookedly against the hole in the city gate. Only one of his wrought copper maces was left, his pocket was gone, and the armor on his chest was almost completely destroyed.
In front of him, there were eleven Zhongyun warriors lying down. These people did not break through the defense line of Yan Jin and Fanquan in the end.
Outside the city gate, Bai Congxin and Ma Yaozi were riding on their horses, spitting the horseshoes in their hands like poisonous snakes. Those Zhongyun warriors who were running wildly fell down one by one. Behind them, the armed merchants were beating the drowned dogs.
A blue-grey figure suddenly jumped to Zhang Zhao's side and supported him as he was crumbling. It turned out to be his cousin Yin Yaozi.
"Erlangjun! You did it with a hundred people destroying a country! With a hundred of us, we killed a country!"
The usually calm Yin Yaozi was trembling with excitement. Although it was a surprise attack, Zhong Yunguo was really not a soft persimmon.
Twenty years ago, his father Yin Rengui followed Luo Tongda and led an army of three thousand, but they could not even break through the city of Datun. However, Zhang Zhao only used a hundred men to break through the city of Zhongyun, the capital of Zhongyun!
Won victory! Won victory! The cheers became more intense, and everyone who rushed to the city wall was injured, but everyone looked very proud. Everyone looked at Zhang Zhao with extremely warm eyes, as if they were looking at their king.
After this bloody battle, these more than a hundred warriors truly belonged to Zhang Zhao, and Zhang Zhao truly had a loyal plan to share life and death!
However, the battle is not over yet! Because Zhang Zhao only saw the big banner thrown by King Zhongyun, but not King Zhongyun himself!
"My sons! Let's dig three feet into the ground and find King Zhongyun Sanpoba!"
. . . .
In the drizzle, a fiery red flag with a red bird painted on it flew from the left side of Zhongyun's palace tent from far to near.
Zhang Zhao wiped the rain from the corner of his eyes and felt a sense of surprise and uncertainty in his heart.
"Shiro Shiro, is that a red flag? Who can use a red flag in this small city of Kuni?"
Cao Shishi was also stunned for a moment before he said slowly: "It seems... yes, no! It should be said that it is indeed Zhu Qi. How can there be Zhu Qi here?"
The so-called Zhu Banner is one of the six flags stipulated by the Tang Dynasty court. The Zhu Banner is fiery red with the mythical animal Suzaku painted on it. It is generally used by Li Tang clan members as court officials.
But now, the Tang Dynasty has long been gone. Who in this Muni City is qualified to fight the Zhu Banner? Where did the barbarians come from that dared to call themselves members of the Tang clan?
Are they Ganzhou Uighurs? Or is there someone from the Shatuo Li family here?
"May I ask if this person is a warrior of the Tang Dynasty? My master, please meet him!"
Under the banner of Zhu, a yellow horse stood on the bloody ground, and a tall man wearing a robe and a robe on his head stood tall. His appearance turned out to be that of a Han Chinese, and his accent turned out to be a Guanzhong accent.
"Who are you? Dare to use the red flag? Who is your master?"
Zhang Zhao waved his hand to signal his cousin Yin Yaozi to let go of him, and then walked towards the city wall. The surrounding warriors of Hanshan City also followed him. These bloody battle elites burst out with strong murderous aura.
The big yellow horse on the opposite side took a few steps back in fear, and the man with Luo Fu's head suddenly turned pale.
Just when Zhang Zhao was about to draw his sword, he suddenly knelt down on one knee and made a cross-hand salute to Zhang Zhao.
"The Tang Dynasty asked the emperor's sixth son, the second daughter of Wang Yu of Hanzhong, Princess Li of Deqing County to marry the seventh grandson of Prince Sheng of Wudu County, and Princess Li of Fengxian, the great sage of the Jin Kingdom, please come and meet her!"
