Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

After the initial shock, Cao Chun and his five hundred cavalrymen immediately sprang into action. They looked at Zhang Ziqian as if he were a god. In their eyes, any order from General Zhang was a divine decree, to be carried out without question.

The valley was littered with the wooden wreckage of carts and dry weeds. Soon, a raging fire broke out at Baimapo. Hundreds of carts, along with the remaining grain on them, were reduced to ashes. Thick black smoke, mixed with the smell of burning grain, rose straight into the sky, clearly visible for dozens of miles.

Zhang Ziqian looked at the towering flames with satisfaction and nodded.

"All done, call it a day!" He clapped his hands. "Let's go back and collect our bonuses. What was that chicken called again? Beggar's Chicken! Here I come!"

He mounted his horse, was the first to turn it around, and galloped off towards Dingtao City. He was so impatient, as if if he were a second late, the beggar's chicken would fly away.

Cao Chun, leading five hundred cavalry, followed closely behind. At this moment, they no longer had any doubts or worries as they had when they arrived; every face was filled with excitement and fervor.

Fighting alongside a general like that is one of the greatest joys in life!

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Dingtao City.

The governors of Jiyin and Shanyang stood on the city tower, looking worriedly at the endless Cao army camp outside the city.

Cao Cao's 30,000-strong army had been at the city gates for two days. But strangely, Cao's army had only set up camp and conducted daily drills, but had not yet launched an attack.

This unusual behavior made the two governors even more uneasy.

"What exactly is Cao Mengde trying to do?" The governor of Shanyang wiped the sweat from his brow and said anxiously, "He's besieging us without attacking; what's he up to?"

"Our army is holding firm and will not come out; what can he do to us?" the Prefect of Jiyin said, feigning composure, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed his inner tension. "I have already sent men to bring in all the edible things outside the city. Dingtao is a high-walled city with deep moats and ample provisions; it can hold out for half a year. I refuse to believe he can afford to wait!"

"Six months?" The governor of Shanyang gave a wry smile. "Don't forget, Zhang Ziqian is among Cao Cao's troops! What if he comes and demolishes the city gates like he did in Puyang?"

The name "Zhang Ziqian" was like a spell, instantly freezing the atmosphere on the city wall.

The Prefect of Jiyin's face also turned grim. He stiffened his neck and said, "I've already sent men to completely seal the city gates with boulders and molten iron! The city walls are also piled high with rolling logs, stones, and burning oil. Even if Zhang Ziqian were made of iron, he wouldn't be able to get a single step near the walls!"

He spoke with great conviction, but deep down he had no confidence whatsoever. The legends surrounding that man were truly terrifying.

Just as the two were encouraging each other, but their anxiety was growing, a soldier on lookout duty suddenly pointed to the western sky and let out a terrified scream.

"Look! What's that!"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked in the direction indicated and saw a thick, black column of smoke rising straight up in the western sky, like a pillar connecting heaven and earth.

"That's..." The governor of Shanyang's pupils suddenly contracted, "That direction is Baima Slope!"

"Baima Slope?" The Prefect of Jiyin's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. "The grain transport team we sent out... isn't it supposed to pass through Baima Slope today?!"

The two governors exchanged a glance, and both saw extreme fear in each other's eyes.

The fire at Baimapo was so big that the only explanation is that something happened to their grain transport team!

"Report—!!"

A mournful shout came from below the city.

A scout, covered in blood, stumbled and crawled to the foot of the city wall. With his last breath, he roared, "Prefect! It's terrible! The grain convoy at Baima Slope...it's all wiped out!"

"Thousands of brothers, all...all killed! All the supplies...all burned!"

"It's one person...only one devil...he..."

Before the scout could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he died.

A deathly silence reigned atop the city wall.

The two governors felt dizzy and their hands and feet were ice cold.

The grain supplies have been burned!

That was enough food supplies they had gathered by mobilizing half the population of Yanzhou, enough to support the army for half a year! Now, it's all gone!

The city's current food supplies will only last for another month at most!

A month later, all 20,000 garrison troops and tens of thousands of civilians in the city would starve to death!

What made them even more desperate was the scout's last, ambiguous words.

One person... one devil...

It's obvious who that person is!

"It's over...it's all over..." The governor of Shanyang was ashen-faced and collapsed to the ground.

The morale of the troops was completely thrown into chaos.

Just then, drums suddenly sounded and horns blared from Cao Cao's camp outside the city.

The once calm Cao army, like a tiger awakened from its slumber, began to press forward across the board. Countless soldiers, carrying ladders and pushing battering rams, launched a general offensive towards Dingtao City like a black tide.

"Kill them—!"

The deafening shouts of battle, like thunderclaps, resounded over Dingtao City.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were already in a state of panic because of the news that their supplies had been burned. Now, seeing Cao Cao's overwhelming offensive, they had no will to resist whatsoever.

Many soldiers couldn't even hold their weapons; their legs were shaking like leaves.

"Hold on! Hold on!" The Prefect of Jiyin, his voice trembling with fear, drew his sword and roared, "Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

However, his threats seemed weak and ineffective at this moment.

Just as Cao Cao's siege force was halfway through its charge, a light cavalry unit suddenly attacked from the flank, like a sharp dagger, plunging straight into the battlefield.

The leader, with a horse and a spear, was none other than Zhang Ziqian.

He completely ignored the Cao army that was attacking the city and charged directly towards the sealed gate of Dingtao.

"What...what does he want to do?!" The governor of Jiyin screamed in terror from the city wall.

The next second, he saw a scene that he would never forget, a scene that would even wake him up in his dreams.

When Zhang Ziqian was still a hundred paces from the city gate, his warhorse suddenly reared up. Using the horse's momentum, he shot into the sky like a cannonball!

In the air, he swung the Yu King's spear, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, like a windmill.

"Open it... for me!!!"

A loud shout echoed through the sky.

With a piercing whistle that tore through the air, the Yu King Spear in his hand slammed fiercely into the city gate sealed off by boulders and molten iron!

"boom--!!!!!"

An unprecedented, earth-shattering roar resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

Whether it was the Cao army attacking the city or the enemy army defending it, everyone's movements froze at this moment.

They were horrified to see that the seemingly indestructible, massive city gate, which could withstand the impact of any battering ram, along with the huge stones and molten iron behind it, had actually been smashed into a huge hole!

Countless stones and pieces of iron shot towards the city, instantly turning dozens of guards behind the gate into mincemeat.

Sunlight streamed in through the hole, illuminating the blank and desperate faces of the city's defenders.

Zhang Ziqian landed steadily on the ground, carrying the large spear, looking at his masterpiece, and pursed his lips.

"Tsk, I still didn't control my strength well, I almost knocked the whole wall down."

He muttered something, then strode out and strolled leisurely through the hole.

It was as if he had not entered a perilous enemy city, but rather his own backyard.

On the city wall, the governors of Jiyin and Shanyang stared blankly at the figure that resembled a demon god, with only one thought in their minds.

How...how can we fight this battle?