Fortunately, the Yellow Turban Thieves' defenses were so lax that they barely had a patrol passing through here, and Zhao Le and the others faced only a hundred and ten enemies.

At first, Zhao Le was still a little worried, because no one knew how many powerful crossbows there were in the hands of the Yellow Turban Thief, and in the face of such a big killing weapon, all the generals were a little hairy in their hearts.

Don't look at them one by one, but once they face a big killing weapon like a strong crossbow, no matter how good they are, they won't be of much use.

If these Yellow Turban thieves who are now guarding the South Gate have ten powerful crossbows in their hands, then the price they pay to capture the South Gate will increase exponentially.

However, until Zhao Le led the people and the Yellow Turban Thieves to strangle together, those Yellow Turban Thieves did not take out these big killing weapons, which made Zhao Le feel a lot more relieved.

Then he led the people under his command to quickly clear the thieves at the south gate, and then Zhao Le shouted towards the city tower:

"Open the gates!"

The jack gate at the south gate of Wancheng was quickly pulled up under the control of Liu Yuanjun's soldiers, and then Zhao Le led people to open the south gate of Wancheng.

However, now is not the time to relax, because their strong attack has already attracted the attention of the nearby Yellow Turban Army, and now many Yellow Turban Army are rushing here.

They had to hold the place firmly before the arrival of the large army, so as to ensure that the large army could enter the city smoothly.

Therefore, after Zhao Le arranged a few subordinates to guard the city gate, he took the rest of the people to build a human defense line in the door hole.

At this time, a yellow turban army had already arrived here, and one of the leaders was wearing a yellow scarf on his head and holding a gold-backed machete in his hand, and when he saw the open city gate, his pupils suddenly shrunk.

But he reacted quickly, and now they still have a chance.

As long as they kill those Han troops who dare to come and attack before the Han army comes over, they can close the city gate and protect Wancheng without loss.

This yellow turban thief will immediately lead people towards Zhao Le and kill them, Zhao Le looked at the thief soldier with a fierce face but lack of confidence, and the corners of his mouth showed a desperate smile.

It is estimated that he will most likely not be able to get out of Wancheng today, but it doesn't matter, he has already done what he should do, as long as the army can enter the city smoothly, what is his death!

Zhao Le lifted the steel knife in his hand and said to the soldiers behind him:

"Brothers, this may be our last battle! Is there anyone who is afraid of death! ”

"Nope!"

"Good! Everyone, you have to hold it up for me! As long as you wait for General Yun Chang and General Yide to come, all these thieves in Wancheng will die! ”

"No!"

With this promise, the soldiers on both sides were strangled together again, and on the other side they rushed forward desperately, trying to close the open city gate again.

On one side is a desperate defense, resolutely not to let the other party rush over, for a time both sides are not allowed to give an inch, in the south gate of Wancheng in the door of a fight of courage and perseverance.

At this time, outside the south gate of Wancheng, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were anxiously urging the war horses under their crotches.

Just now, when Zhao Le and the others had opened the city gate, they heard the shouting of killing inside.

At that time, Guan Zhang Er General was very worried about Zhao Le, because the shouting of killing at this time was extremely unfavorable to them, but they still believed that Zhao Le could complete the task.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the south gate of Wancheng to open its mind in front of them, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei glanced at each other, and immediately led people to the south gate.

Now their troops are only less than five hundred meters away from Wancheng, and in order to prevent the Yellow Turban Thieves from discovering the clues, they deliberately moved a little farther away.

It might take about five minutes to rush past them now, but just five minutes could decide Zhao Le's life and death.

After all, there were too many Yellow Turban troops in the city, and Zhao Le and the other hundred and ten people couldn't withstand much time, even if they occupied the favorable terrain of the door hole, they wouldn't be able to carry it for long.

Therefore, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were already advancing with their troops at the fastest speed, but they still saw Zhao Le's subordinates fall one after another.

When Guan Yu saw this situation, he felt that he couldn't delay any longer, and he said to Zhang Fei:

"Yide, the soldiers will be handed over to you to command, go and help Bo Zhan first!"

Then Guan Yu didn't wait for Zhang Fei to answer, and slammed the belly of his war horse, and after the Red Flame Fire Dragon Horse under his crotch let out a neigh, he galloped towards the south gate of Wancheng.

Zhang Fei looked at Guan Yu with some unhappiness, originally Guan Yu's sentence just now was also what he was about to say to Guan Yu, but he was taken by Guan Yu one step too late.

Now he can only rush with the troops, and Guan Yu, who has broken away from the large army, has already raised the speed to the fastest, and everyone present seems to see a firelight, and quickly attack Wancheng.

Zhao Le's condition at this time was not good, he was originally a horse general, although the foot battle was not impossible to fight, but compared to the horse battle, his foot battle was more than a step worse.

The thief in front of him, if he fought him on the horse, he would be able to kill the other party in less than twenty rounds, but now he is tied with him.

In addition, there are too many yellow turban thieves around, and there is a weapon that reaches out from nowhere, and Zhao Le has several wounds on his body now, almost all of them come like this.

Just as Zhao Le was about to dodge a dung fork that came from nowhere, the yellow turban thief found an opportunity, and he used the gold-backed machete in his hand to directly slash at Zhao Le's right hand.

Now it's too late for Zhao Le to hide, if he doesn't let go and throw the spear out, then his right hand will definitely be directly cut off by the other party.

Zhao Le reflexively let go of his right hand, but then he regretted it, losing his weapon in such a chaotic situation was equivalent to losing his life.

Sure enough, within a minute, Zhao Le, who had lost his weapon, was forced into a corner by the other party, and the yellow turban thief sneered and his machete was about to cut Zhao Le's head.

Zhao Le closed his eyes and said "It's over", and at this moment he heard Guan Yu's voice:

"Bo Zhan Mo panic! A certain Guan Yu is here! ”

Then a strong wind hit Zhao Le's face, Zhao Le's face was shaved painfully, but his heart was put back in his stomach, and he knew that their rescue was coming.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes, he found that the thief who wanted to kill him just now was already lying on the ground not far away, and his head was rolling farther away.

A general riding a fiery red horse was chasing the thieves at the city gate, and the general danced his broadsword into the shape of a wheel, and the thieves were killed next to each other.

Looking at the general Zhao Le let out a hearty laugh, he shouted behind him:

"Brothers, General Yun Chang has arrived, everyone will kill with me!" ’