"Zhu Jun!" Zhang Mancheng was hair exploded suddenly, and his heart was shocked, that Zhu Jun was so fast, he had already hit him.

Everything went very smoothly, and Zhang Mancheng's attention and strength were all attracted by Sun Jian.

Zhang Mancheng also knew that Sun Jian was difficult to deal with, so he left half of his troops on the side of the North City Gate. The other three city walls in the east, west and south each have 20,000 defenders in case they don't happen.

For him, it was enough for him to keep 20,000 heavy soldiers on the other three city walls, and Sun Jian's soldiers and horses were already all on the side of the north city gate, even if he really sent one or two thousand soldiers and horses to attack other places, 20,000 people would be enough to deal with him.

But what he never expected was that it was actually him Zhu Jun who attacked the southern city gate, and the number of troops was not one or two thousand, but ten times, a full 20,000 soldiers and horses.

Not to mention that Zhu Jun was a sneak attack, taking advantage of everyone's eyes being attracted by the battle at the north city gate, and taking advantage of the dark sky, the defenders in the city were defenseless, 20,000 against 20,000, and the elite Han army against the weak Yellow Turban Army, how could it be reasonable.

In just half an hour, the south gate was taken down by him Zhu Jun, and the reinforcements sent by Zhang Mancheng didn't have time to catch up at all, so Zhu Jun rushed in with his troops.

The entire rout of the Yellow Turban, Zhu Jun led the army all the way to kill, and now that Zhang Mancheng is already in front of him.

And here, Sun Jian, who rushed all the way to the city wall, saw that Zhu Jun had arrived with the army, his pupils were shrinking, and he glanced up at Zhang Mancheng, and a fine light burst out in his eyes.

Now it is obvious that Zhu Jun has already grabbed ahead of him, and if he wants to take the lead in taking the head of Zhang Mancheng, he must be fast and fast.

The next moment, Sun Jian left the range of the city wall without hesitation, stepped on the cloud ladder in a few steps, and rushed towards the city wall.

Originally, the city gate had been broken, so the easiest way was naturally to kill from the city gate, and he Sun Jian didn't do this, in order to grab people's heads, Sun Jian climbed the ladder without hesitation, at this moment, the attention of the yellow turban had already been attracted by the below, where would he think of the ladder.

After a few soaring steps, without any obstacles, Sun Jian jumped onto the tall wall of this Wancheng.

"Zhang Mancheng, take your life!" Sun Jian just screamed, and the ancient ingot knife in his hand slashed towards Zhang Mancheng, who was still in the god of Leng.

The southern gate of Wancheng.

A cavalry team of 3,000 people drove into the south gate in an orderly manner, and this was naturally Zhou Fan and his party.

Originally, Zhou Fan's task was to help Zhu Jun suppress the formation and break it off to prevent accidents. But now, everything is going smoothly for Zhu Jun, so naturally he doesn't need Zhou Fan to make much effort.

Therefore, these three thousand Yulin cavalry slowly drove in from the south city gate, solving some stubborn resistance and catching fish, and by the way, collecting those surrendered troops and helping Zhu Jun to do some things to deal with the aftermath.

"Han Sheng is really good at martial arts!" Looking at Huang Zhong who was rushing to the front, Zhou Fan couldn't help but praise, and at the same time sighed helplessly in his heart, it was a pity that such a general could not be included in his command.

"Your Excellency is overrated, these few people around you are the real fierce generals! I might as well too. Huang Zhong said modestly, and at the same time glanced at Zhang He with a glint in his eyes, and then at Dian Wei, who had a tiger mount.

With his eyes, how could he not see the strength of the people around Zhou Fan. Zhou Feng and Ou Xing don't talk about it, although the martial arts of the two are not bad, they still can't fall into his eyes.

But that Zhang He is different, a spear is like a poisonous dragon, fast and ruthless, and the move is deadly. He Huang Zhong estimated it himself, if he tried his best, if he wanted to defeat that Zhang He, he was afraid that he would also get fifty miles away.

As for Na Dian Wei, let alone that. Although Dian Wei has always been by Zhou Fan's side and has not made much moves, he can completely see that Dian Wei under Zhou Fan is the most powerful, and he is definitely not under him. If the two sides have a fair confrontation, it is really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

Not to mention the tiger mount under Dian Wei's crotch, which is simply a cheating existence.

Don't look at him Dian Wei is now riding on the tiger, mixed in with these three thousand cavalry, as if there is nothing special. But that was purely because the tiger under the crotch did not burst out of his momentum, and the king of beasts was more than just an empty talk.

If the two sides go head-to-head, just the tiger roars casually, and if the other party's horses are less estimated, they will be directly spread, then it will be a fart. Even if he is now under the crotch of this Zhou Fan's horse, I am afraid that I can't stand the roar of the tiger, even if I am not paralyzed, I am afraid that I am afraid that I will be afraid, and I will definitely suffer a big loss when the time comes.

I'm afraid that only the kind of really good horse, such as the red red pony under the crotch of Zhou Zhou, can not be affected by the tiger's momentum.

"Hehe, Hansheng, you just don't have the weapon you have at hand now." Zhang He said with a smile.

He could also see that Huang Zhong was powerful, especially with a big knife that was not in his hand, he could still be so powerful, if he could do his best, I really didn't know what it would be like.

Huang Zhong smiled and didn't answer, they are all experts, they can see something from each other more or less, if they are still secretive, they look down on each other.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Fan laughed and said: "You don't need to be modest, you and others are all fierce generals at that time, and you definitely have a chance to become famous in the future." ”

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but be a little enthusiastic, for this point, they didn't question it at all, following a character like Zhou Fan, are they still afraid that there will be no future.

Talking and laughing, when killing, everyone killed people all the way and talked and laughed all the way, and walked slowly towards the north city gate. It didn't look like a war at all, but more like a tourist.

An hour later, Zhou Fan led the army to the north city gate, and unexpectedly, the battle on the north city gate was over.

"Your Excellency!" Zhou Fan saw at a glance where Zhu Jun and Sun Jian were, and immediately patted his horse and rushed over.

"Hahaha, Yuanyang, you're too late! It's all over on our side. As soon as Zhu Jun saw Zhou Fan coming, he laughed out loud, and his mood was good.

Zhou Fan smiled and asked, "Where is the thief Zhang Mancheng?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Sun Jian raised his right hand, and what he was carrying in his hand was a bloody head, which was the same Zhang Mancheng.

"Zhang Mancheng's head is here." Sun Jian said with a smile on his face.

Previously, he stepped directly on the city wall, and when Zhang Mancheng was attracted by Zhu Jun, he cut off his head with a knife. It is precisely because of this that as soon as the Yellow Turban coach died, everyone surrendered one after another, and no one dared to resist anymore.

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