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

Chapter 793 Xiao Fang: Those who betray the Han Dynasty shall all be killed!

The order to kill was issued with a thunderous roar.

"Boom boom boom——"

The war drums roared like thunder, seemingly tearing the sky apart.

Zhang Fei, wielding a long saber, roared in a voice as loud as a bell:
"Warriors of the Great Han, today we will utterly crush Blackrock City!"

In an instant.

The shouts of battle shattered the clouds, like a surging tide rushing straight to the sky.

Thousands of Han soldiers, like tigers released from their cages, broke apart in formation and surged towards Black Stone Pass like a tidal wave.

On the city wall, Zhao Ang felt a pang of regret.

He thought to himself:

Even if we don't surrender to Xiao Fang, we shouldn't have provoked him to this extent.

If he hadn't been provoked, perhaps Xiao Fang wouldn't have launched the attack so quickly.

But now, the arrow is on the bowstring, and it must be released.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and defend Black Stone Pass to the death.

"Soldiers, defend the pass to the death! Anyone who retreats will be executed without mercy!"

Zhao Ang suddenly drew his sword and shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, the soldiers around him had eyes full of cowardice and fear.

Their morale was low, and they had no will to fight.

But those Parthian soldiers were quite different.

Driven by righteous indignation and burning with the flames of revenge, they were all eager to avenge General Suyes.

"Fight for the Parthian Empire!"

"Avenge General Suyes!"

"For the great Heavenly Emperor, we will fight to the death!"

The Parthian soldiers shouted in unison, their voices so powerful they seemed to shake the heavens and earth.

Seeing this, Zhao Ang's confidence soared, and he raised his arms and shouted:

"Fire arrows! We must not let the Han army get any closer!"

The archers on the city wall moved at the order, immediately drawing their bows and aiming at the Han army surging in like a tide.

The next moment, arrows rained down.

A dense swarm of sharp arrows, carrying a murderous aura, whistled towards the Han army.

In the Han army formation.

The swordsmen and shieldmen at the forefront quickly raised their shields, forming a solid barrier to withstand the barrage of arrows.

The Parthian army had only a little over a thousand archers.

This scattered rain of arrows could not cause any real damage to the Han army and caused almost no casualties.

Seeing this, Zhang Fei, who was charging ahead, glared angrily and roared:
"Shoot me!"

The orders were like the wind, spreading swiftly throughout the entire army.

Nearly 10,000 Han archers instantly drew their bows and unleashed a barrage of arrows at the Parthian army on the city walls.

In an instant.

Arrows rained down, like dark clouds, covering the city walls.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Ang turned pale with fright and quickly shrank behind the battlements.

"Ahhh-"

Screams rose and fell, never ceasing.

Those Parthian soldiers who had no time to dodge were all struck by arrows, falling to the ground screaming in agony, with countless dead and wounded.

Under the fierce barrage of arrows from the Han army, the Parthian soldiers were so frightened that they huddled under the battlements, not daring to show their faces.

The Han army seized the opportunity and successfully rushed to the foot of the pass.

"Build a ladder!"

Zhang Fei shouted sternly.

In an instant, hundreds of siege ladders were leaned against the city wall by Han soldiers.

Countless Han soldiers, like tigers descending a mountain, rushed up the siege ladders to the top of the city wall.

At this moment, Zhao Ang mustered his courage, got up, looked at the city wall, and was immediately terrified, his face turning deathly pale.

The city walls were already covered with Han soldiers, densely packed together.

Zhao Ang gritted his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone stand up and stop the Han army!"

The Parthian soldiers reluctantly got to their feet and began to fight back against the Han army's attempt to scale the city walls.

They desperately overturned the siege ladders and swung their swords at the Han soldiers climbing them.

The Parthians' perseverance was exceptionally resolute.

They used their own bodies to build a line of defense made of flesh and blood.

It's all in vain.

The Han army outnumbered the defending army by a full tenfold. Such a disparity in troop strength could not be overcome by willpower alone.

Soon, the Han army successfully scaled more than ten sections of the fortress.

Especially the city wall to the left of the city gate tower.

Young general Wen Qin took the lead and was the first to climb the city wall. Like a tiger among sheep, he carved out a place for himself in the enemy army.

Subsequent Han troops continued to scale the city walls using siege ladders, and the number of Han soldiers on the city walls grew increasingly larger.

Some Han soldiers even cut the iron chains and lowered the drawbridge, opening a passage for the subsequent army's attack.

Seeing this, Zhao Ang flew into a rage and roared:

"Get that scoundrel out of here!"

The Parthian army surged toward Wenqin like a tidal wave, attempting to surround and kill him.

"Parthian dog, you're asking for it!"

Wenqin glared angrily, brandished his broadsword, and cut down the Parthian soldiers.

The situation was becoming increasingly critical, and the Parthian army was on the verge of being unable to hold out.

Zhao Ang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Wen Qin, you dog, take this!"

As he spoke, he brandished his broadsword and lunged at Wen Qin.

Wen Qin, who was in the throes of killing intent, was startled when he suddenly heard this roar.

Looking back, he saw a Han general charging towards him.

Although he did not recognize Zhao Ang, he knew that this traitor was a Han Chinese.

"Traitor, you've come to your death!"

Wen Qin roared angrily and charged forward with his sword.

Wen Qin leaped into the air, his body pouncing out like a fierce tiger.

In an instant, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and circled behind Zhao Ang.

The blade flashed like lightning, slashing down with deadly force.

When Zhao Ang realized what was happening, the blade was already inches away.

With no way to retreat, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight back.

Zhao Ang suppressed his inner horror and fought with all his might to defend himself.

"Qiang!"

There was a deafening bang.

Zhao Ang's sword was broken in two by Wen Qin's sharp blade.

The blade's momentum hadn't waned; it continued to slash towards Zhao Ang's shoulder.

"Crack!"

Zhao Ang's right shoulder, along with his iron armor, was cleaved open.

He screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining the ground red.

"No...this is impossible..."

Zhao Ang collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with despair.

At this moment, Wen Qin, holding a blood-stained knife, intended to take Zhao Ang's life.

But just as the blade was about to fall, he changed his mind.

Rather than killing him with my own hands, it would be better to hand him over to the Prime Minister, who might then achieve even greater military merit.

Thinking of this, Wen Qin sheathed his sword and shouted:
"Men, tie this man up and hand him over to Prime Minister Xiao for punishment!"

The Han soldiers rushed forward and bound Zhao Ang tightly.

Wen Qin held his sword horizontally and shouted sharply:
"Zhao Ang has been captured. Anyone who dares to fight again will be killed without mercy!"

This powerful shout terrified the enemy soldiers, sending them flying into a panic.

They all threw down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

When the Parthian soldiers saw that their commander had been captured and the Han soldiers had surrendered, their morale collapsed.

They scattered and fled in disarray.

Several thousand surviving Parthian soldiers abandoned their armor and fled in panic.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, the heavy city gate was smashed open.

The Han army surged into Blackstone City like a tidal wave.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the tranquility of the city.

The Parthian soldiers, unable to escape, were trampled to the ground.

At noon, the killing finally stopped.

Above Blackstone City, the battle flags of the Han army fluttered in the wind.

Xiao Fang stood atop the city wall, overlooking the city he had just conquered.

Wen Qin ascended the tower to report:
"Reporting to Prime Minister Xiao, this humble general has captured the Qin traitor Zhao Ang alive. Please grant him your judgment!"

Zhao Ang, a traitor to the Han dynasty.

Xiao Fang coldly gave the order:

"Guards, bring Zhao Ang here!"

A short while later, Zhao Ang, whose shoulder had been severed, was dragged up the city wall and thrown in front of Xiao Fang.

Zhao Ang tried to struggle, but Xiao Fang stepped on him.

"Crack!"

Zhao Ang's other shoulder was also crushed by Xiao Fang.

"Prime Minister Xiao... have mercy..."

"I am willing to surrender to the Han Dynasty... Please, Prime Minister Xiao, have mercy..."

Zhao Ang pleaded in anguish.

Xiao Fang asked coldly:

"Zhao Ang, do you know your crime?"