Three Kingdoms: Wolong's brother-in-law, tricking Liu Bei into seizing Jingzhou

The west wind brought with it a murderous aura, like a ferocious beast roaring between heaven and earth, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The Han army's cavalry was like a black steel torrent. Their horses' hooves stamped on the ground, making a dull and shocking roar, and they were approaching with an overwhelming force.

The sound of horse hooves was like the death drumbeat of the god of death, striking the hearts of the Liaodong Army again and again.

Xiao Fang reined in his horse and stopped on a small hill, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

He looked into the distance and clearly saw the panic-stricken look of the Liaodong Army.

In the enemy camp, the flags fluttered weakly in the strong wind, like the struggle of a dying man.

The soldiers looked terrified, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety, their formation was in chaos, they were pushing and shoving each other, and there was no order as before.

As expected, Gongsun Kang and his son were completely unprepared.

At this time, Gongsun Huang was patrolling absent-mindedly on the top of the city wall, unaware of the approaching danger.

"Gongsun Kang, you are so arrogant as to call yourself a king. Today I will give you a 'gift'!"

A sarcastic sneer appeared on Xiao Fang's lips, and that smile was full of contempt and disdain.

He shouted in a voice as loud as a bell:

"Men of the Han Dynasty, destroy Yangle City and let Gongsun Kang know the consequences of offending the Han Dynasty's majesty!"

In an instant, shouts and screams broke the sky, echoing between heaven and earth like rolling thunder.

The Han soldiers were dressed in sturdy armor, holding sharp weapons, with a burning desire to fight in their eyes.

They spurred their horses and rushed towards Yangle City at lightning speed. The dust raised by their horses' hooves covered the sky and the sun.

"Shoot arrows to stop the Han army from approaching!"

On the top of the city wall, Gongsun Huang screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming shrill and piercing with fear.

He held onto the battlements of the city wall tightly with both hands, his body trembling slightly with nervousness.

The archers of the Liaodong Army hurriedly bent their bows and put arrows on the strings. Their hands were shaking with panic and it took them a lot of effort to put the arrows on the strings.

Sharp arrows rose into the air like locusts and whizzed towards the Han army.

Most of these arrows were weak and had no accuracy at all.

The enemy's hastily-armed archers numbered no more than a few hundred men, and the arrows they shot were few and far between, so they were naturally unable to stop the Han army's advance.

The Han cavalry were not afraid at all; they moved freely in the rain of arrows.

Some Han soldiers even deliberately waved their weapons to deflect the incoming arrows, letting out bursts of mocking laughter.

Even though a few people were shot by arrows and fell off their horses, it did not affect their charge at all.

The soldiers who were shot by arrows gritted their teeth, endured the severe pain, and still shouted the slogan "Kill the enemy" to encourage their comrades behind them.

"What should I do, Yang Yi, what should I do?"

Gongsun Huang panicked when he saw this. His face turned as pale as paper and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Yang Yi, however, looked calm and comforted him softly:
"Don't panic, my lord. Most of the Han soldiers are cavalry. We just need to close the city gates and they will have difficulty breaking through."

"The walls of Yangle City are strong. As long as we hold on and don't fight, the Han army will return empty-handed."

Gongsun Huang seemed to have just woken up from a dream and immediately regained his arrogant expression.

He put his hands on his hips and shouted:

"Xiao Fang, I want to see how you can use cavalry to break into Yangle City!"

In front of the city, Guan Xing took the lead.

He rushed to the moat like an arrow. The moat was several feet wide and bottomless, and the river water was rushing.

Guan Xing pulled the reins, and the warhorse stood up and let out a long neigh.

He drew the bow and shot two arrows with smooth movements.

Two arrows flew towards the rope of the suspension bridge like meteors chasing the moon.

With two crisp sounds, the ropes of the suspension bridge broke.

The suspension bridge falls under the action of gravity.

"boom!"

The suspension bridge fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

In the dust, Guan Xing crossed the suspension bridge without hesitation and headed straight for the city gate. His horse's hooves stepped on the suspension bridge, making a "dong dong" sound.

"What does this guy want to do?"

When Gongsun Huang saw this scene, his nerves instantly tensed up and his eyes widened.

The next moment, Guan Xing had already rushed to the city gate.

His veins bulged, and he clenched the long sword with both hands. He roared, and slashed at the city gate with all his might. The long sword made a whistling sound as it hit the city gate fiercely.

"Crack!"

With a deafening roar, the huge city gate was blown into pieces.

Fragments of the city gate flew everywhere like snowflakes, and some fragments even flew onto the top of the city wall, scaring the Liaodong soldiers into hiding.

Inside the city gate, the guards were blown away by the sudden loud noise, fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

Some of them covered their chests, some held their heads, their faces full of fear and pain.

When the debris settled, Guan Xing stood with his sword in hand, proudly standing under the city gate, like a god of war.

The armor on his body was covered with dust, but it added a bit of majesty.

The Liaodong soldiers were all stunned and gasped when they saw this.

Some of them felt their legs go weak and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Behind him, the Han cavalry crossed the suspension bridge and poured into Yangle City like a tide.

Shouts of fear rang out one after another, and the morale of the Liaodong army collapsed in an instant. The soldiers threw away their weapons and armor and fled without a fight.

They fled around the city like headless flies, trampling on each other, and their screams and shouts mixed together, creating a chaotic scene.

It's too late.

The Han army's iron cavalry rolled in like a surging tide. Wherever they went, rivers of blood flowed and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

On the streets, blood dyed the cobblestones red, and broken arms and limbs could be seen everywhere.

The Han army launched a brutal massacre against the Liaodong army.

On the top of the city wall, the loud noise of the door breaking scared Gongsun Huang so much that he staggered and almost fell down.

He staggered and nearly fell off the top of the city wall.

"Where did the loud noise come from?"

Gongsun Huang screamed in horror, his eyes full of despair, as if he had seen his own end.

A soldier came running over in panic and reported in fear:

"Your Highness, a Han general broke through the gate with one sword, and the Han soldiers are charging into Yangle~~"

Gongsun Huang's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs became weak, and he could barely stand.

"How is it possible in this world that someone can break through the door by himself?"

Yang Yi was so frightened that he was shaking all over and his voice became stammering.

His master and his minister stood there frozen in place, at a loss as to what to do, as if they were under a spell.

The next moment, the shouts of killing were deafening, and the screams of the Liaodong soldiers echoed in the city.

The scream was so shrill, as if it was a wail from hell.

Yang Yi suddenly woke up and shouted:
"Prince, the city gate has been breached, retreat eastwards quickly!"

"We can't die here~~"

Gongsun Huang didn't have time to think and stumbled towards the city.

His steps staggered and he almost fell several times. He just wanted to escape as quickly as possible.

It's too late.

Guan Xing had already blocked their way like a ghost.

His eyes were grim, and the long knife in his hand was still dripping with blood, as if he was the god of death walking out of hell. (End of this chapter)