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The little Qu Shuai under Yu Wen must have regretted it very much now, his idea of burning the city gate had already sent him to the brink of death.

He was now trapped in the crowd at the gates. He wielded his sword as hard as he could, intent on carving a bloody path and joining the rest of his companions. He had already heard Yu Wen calling out to him, and the voice was getting closer, as if Yu Wen was killing him to answer him.

Xiao Qu Shuai's war knife was chopped on an old man's chest, and then his war knife was firmly held in his hand by this black and thin old man with a pair of dry wood-like hands.

Xiao Qu Shuai roared and drew the knife with all the strength of his body. The old man's two hands were clutched on the blade, which was already dripping with blood, and he was forced to pull ten fingers off.

The old man didn't say a word, and suddenly rushed forward, allowing the enemy's sword to penetrate his entire body. Now don't talk about drawing the knife, this knife almost didn't even sink into the old man's chest.

A middle-aged man shouted, jumped up, and grabbed his neck.

At the same time, the left hand of the Yellow Turban Army Xiaoqu Shuai clenched into a fist and slammed into the face of a young man who pounced on him. The young man howled, his body flew up, and his facial bones were shattered inch by inch with a punch.

His right leg flew up and kicked a middle-aged man in the crotch head-on. The man didn't even scream, but flew out and died.

Then his left hand and right leg were pounced on and clung to him. No matter how the Yellow Turban Army Xiaoqu Shuai beats and kicks, no matter how their own blood sprays wildly, the two of them just beat to death and won't let go.

His knife was stuck in the old man's chest, and his neck, left hand, and right leg were all held by the enemy.

He discarded his knife and swung his right fist into the enemy who was stuck in his neck in the back. He was already feeling more and more difficult to breathe. Blood sprayed out with a back-and-forth blow from his right fist.

The old man in front of him fell.

Xiao Qu Shuai's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw four spears stabbing at the same time from different angles, and there was no way to dodge.

Four spears rushed silently towards his chest like poisonous snakes. The spear pierced into his body and penetrated his body with Xiao Qu Shuai's desperate and terrible scream.

Xiao Qu Shuai's eyes widened in terror, and he saw that he was raised high by four spears, and blood flowed down the shaft of the spear like water.

He saw Yu Wen nearby raise his head and look at him, with a shocked face, seeing him surrounded by four or five war knives, blood and flesh flying between the flashes of the knife, seeing him being cut to the ground, seeing more than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers climbing over the obstacles, saving Yu Wen in time, dragging Yu Wen who was covered in blood out of the battlefield, and seeing the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who walked at the end waving their war knives in one hand and waving Yu Wen's bloody leg with combat boots in the other.

More and more Yellow Turban soldiers crowded the city gates, and the defending archers caught in them and fired cold arrows that were sure to kill from time to time.

More than a dozen soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, under the cover of their comrades, tenaciously and resolutely built a human ladder, ready to pull out the latch on the city gate. The defenders fired long arrows at them.

After paying more than a dozen lives, the Yellow Turban Army finally succeeded in erecting a human ladder more than three zhang high, and quickly pulled out heavy latches from behind the city gate.

The gates of the city are about to be opened.

The defensive formation on the city wall on the west side of the North City Gate completely collapsed after more than a dozen defensive points were breached. A soldier who succeeded Yu Shan to continue the command of the battle immediately ordered the remaining personnel to form three blocking formations and hold firmly at the staircase passage. Without fighting to the last man, no enemy will be allowed to break through the last line of defense.

The drums sounded, dull and desolate. It is announcing to all the defenders that the western wall of the North Gate is about to fall, and if reinforcements are available, come to their aid.

Yue Fei heard the sound of war drums for the alarm, and was anxious and returned to the city gate tower with a few soldiers.

Looking at the retreating defenders on the western city wall, Yue Fei frowned deeply, at a loss. After all, he is just a man, not an omnipotent god, and in the face of such a rotten situation, he still has no way to turn the tide.

Like a clay man, he stood silently, as if he had not heard the sound of the drums, and looked motionless at the bloody battlefield above and below the city.

He occasionally looked up at the sky, and the dark night sky was the darkest period before dawn.

Zhang Fan is a Qu Shuai of the Yellow Turban Army, and this person is also a distant cousin of Zhang Jiao's brothers and Zhang Qun and others. Zhang Qun placed great trust in him and ordered him to personally climb the city wall with the reserve soldiers, preparing to make the final blow and completely defeat the stubborn defense of the defenders on the western city wall.

The Yellow Turban Army, through its superiority in numbers, concentrated its superior forces, and continuously and sleeplessly carried out key attacks on one point of the defender's defensive front, and finally successfully tore a hole in the defensive front of Quanzhou City.

Now this gap has become a huge gap, and all that is left to do now is to slash at this gap and completely crush the entire defense of the defenders.

Occupying Quanzhou City has gradually become a reality.

Zhang Fan roared, and with a thousand soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, like a tiger out of the cage, he fiercely pounced on Quanzhou City.

The defenders lined up on the three-zhang wide wall, forming a dense defensive formation, never taking a step back. The Yellow Turban Army was like hitting an iron plate, and it was difficult to shake it at all. With each further step, they had to step on the corpses of soldiers on both sides. The defenders had only fallen, and none of them retreated.

But this did not help the development of the situation, and under the full attack of the Yellow Turban Army, the gate of Quanzhou City was finally slowly opened.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, fifty paces away from the gate, let out an earth-shattering cheer, roaring, shouting, and rushing towards the gate like madness.

"Lord, Fei has a heavy load...... Yue Fei closed his eyes in pain, he knew that Quanzhou City was about to fall.

The overall defense of Quanzhou City, due to the successive loss of the western section of the northern city wall and the city gate, had collapsed.

The fall of Quanzhou City is imminent!

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In Luoyang, the capital of the capital, the hundred officials and the central attendants were still arguing about the reward for Li Yi, and the imperial court also made its own reaction to the erosive situation in the Central Plains. Cao Cao, the son of Cao Song, the son of the Great Honglu Cao Song, was the captain of the cavalry, and led 3,000 northern troops to rescue Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun who were trapped in the Changshe.

Cao Cao, who had just entered the age of establishment, had originally assumed the position of Yilang in the court, and originally, he was not too enthusiastic about leading the army, because before that, he had never led an army, and he had little interest in leading the army. In the era when the scholars were in power, the warriors really did not have a high status, and Cao Cao did not want to be branded as a warrior, so as not to affect his future future.

However, what happened in the imperial court recently gave Cao Cao a great stimulus. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were arguing endlessly over the reward of a young man who had just passed the age of weakness, which was unimaginable in Cao Cao's view.

However, Cao Cao is not an ordinary person, he is a good young man with ideals and ambitions. Through this incident, and then in connection with what has happened in the Han Dynasty in recent years, he keenly discovered a problem: the sky of the Han Dynasty is probably about to change.

Although he was only thirty years old, Cao Cao's experience was very rich. He has exemplified filial piety, executed relatives of eunuchs with five-colored sticks in Luoyang, Beijing, and served as the magistrate of Dunqiu County, which can be described as several ups and downs in the sea of eunuchs.

During this period, he had seen the corruption and indulgence of the officials of the Han Dynasty, and also seen the hardships and hardships of the common people. And just this year, chaos came. The Yellow Turban Thief Chief raised his arms and shouted, and millions of people in the twenty-eight counties of seven states in the Han Dynasty followed. Then the army of the imperial court retreated, so that Cao Cao understood that the troubled times had come.

In troubled times, of course, it is the boss with a big fist, Cao Cao doesn't know this statement, but he understands this truth. Therefore, when the imperial court decided to send troops to reinforce Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun of Changshe, Cao Cao did not hesitate to ask his father Cao Song to help him win the task of leading the army to reinforce.

Cao Cao, who was riding on a horse, looked at the crowd around him, and couldn't help but feel a little excited. Sure enough, the battlefield is where the hot-blooded men gallop.

Looking at the north, Cao Cao secretly clenched his fists and said secretly: "The boy surnamed Li will not let you be beautiful!" ”