The flying claws used by Zhao Le and the others were made by Liu Yuan in the past three days, and they were made by working overtime, and they relied on these flying claws to capture Wancheng this time.

In front of the flying claw is an iron claw in the shape of an eagle's claw, and behind the iron claw is a hemp rope about four zhang long, which is also carefully made by Liu Yuanjun in the past few days.

Although it cannot be compared with the load-bearing ropes used in rock climbing in later generations, it can be lifted by three to four adult men without any problems at all.

The walls of Wancheng are not very tall, but even if they are only about ten meters high, they are not so easy to overcome.

However, the length of these hemp ropes has exceeded the height of the city wall, and since the first flying claw Wancheng, Zhao Le and the others who were drawn out have been practicing how to catch fixed targets with flying claws.

When they first started, they threw a twist and a twist, and some people couldn't even throw their claws that high.

However, after continuous practice, they are now able to skillfully use the siege weapon of the claws, and now is the time for them to exert their power.

After all the flying claws were placed on the walls of Wancheng, Zhao Le tested the firmness of his flying claws, and then he looked at the soldiers behind him.

When he found that everyone had already prepared, Zhao Le gave the order to climb, and at one time, more than a hundred figures quickly crawled towards the city from the ground of Wancheng.

The Yellow Turban Army on the city wall didn't know this, they were now exhausted by Liu Yuan's attack, and even the soldiers who were on guard had fallen asleep on the battlements.

As time passed, Liu Yuan and his generals looked at Zhao Le with concern where they had climbed, and now it was the most important moment to be able to capture Wancheng.

Suddenly, a figure suddenly flashed in Liu Yuan's eyes, and then a hundred and ten figures flashed into the city from the wall of Wancheng one after another, and Liu Yuan was finally able to temporarily let go of the worries in his heart.

He immediately ordered Zhang Fei and Guan Yu to take the soldiers under their command to immediately and quietly approach the south gate of Wancheng, and after a while, as long as Zhao Le and their sneak attack was successful, the south gate would be opened by Zhao Le and them.

Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the two generals gave an order, and then quietly disappeared into the night with the soldiers under their respective commands, and Liu Yuan was not idle.

He led people to block the only way from Wancheng to Yangcheng, if Zhao Hong and they reacted quickly, once they escaped from Wancheng, then they would definitely flee to Yangcheng.

Other than that, they had no way out, and Guangzong's Yellow Turban Army was firmly surrounded by Lu Zhi's army, and the direction to Xuzhou was also blocked by the Han army camp.

Guan Yu's direction into the city blocked Zhao Hong's way to Qingzhou, so they could only choose Yangcheng, but Liu Yuan would never give them such an opportunity.

Liu Yuan led the men and horses to intercept it, not to mention it for the time being, Zhao Le and his people had already landed at the head of Wancheng, and now their siege was half successful.

The remaining half depends on whether they can quietly open the south gate of Wancheng as soon as possible, and when Zhao Le found out the state of the Yellow Turban Army on their side, Zhao Le was simply crazy with happiness.

Although he had already guessed that the Yellow Turbans might be loosely guarded, he didn't expect such a big hole for him to drill.

Now the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall, not to mention the patrolling troops, even the people on the fixed sentry post sleep like dead pigs.

The fierce light in Zhao Le's eyes flashed, and then he waved his hand towards the troops behind him, and the people behind him put the dagger they carried in their mouths, and quietly approached the nearby Yellow Turban Thief,

Then blood flowers sprung up on the head of Wancheng, and the Yellow Turban thieves who were approached by Zhao Le and his subordinates all died quietly.

The only thing that can prove that they once existed is the blood flowers on the ground, and when Zhao Le cleared the thieves on this city wall, they gathered together again.

Now they almost made a perfect sneak attack, and of course only when they quietly opened the gates of the city were truly perfect.

Zhao Le counted the people under him, and even him, there were a total of one hundred and one people, and now there are a lot of people here.

Zhao Le then divided his men into two waves, one of which was still on the city wall, and when he gave the order, these people would turn the mechanism to pull up the jack gate.

Then Zhao Le led the people straight to the city, where was their last difficulty today, the south gate of Wancheng, as Zhao Le's heart got closer and closer, he couldn't help but speed up the beating.

At this moment, a soldier in front of him seemed to have stepped on something, and suddenly rolled down the ramp, which alarmed the Yellow Turban Army at the south gate.

They picked up their weapons sleepily and looked around to see where the sound came from, and Zhao Le's heart couldn't help but scold the soldier who had stumbled half to death.

There was such a fatal mistake at such a critical time, but fortunately they were very close to the city gate now, otherwise the siege tonight would have been in vain.

Just as Zhao Le was about to issue an attack order, a groan suddenly came from the place where the soldier had stumbled, and Zhao Le looked to see that there was a yellow turban thief there.

It turned out that this guy thought that the night wind was too strong in the city, so he actually ran to the ramp stairs to sleep, Zhao Le and the others didn't expect such a situation to happen at all.

The soldier who stumbled just now also fell on the ramp because he stepped on this yellow turban thief.

The yellow turban thief had now spotted Zhao Le and them, and then let out a terrible howl from his mouth:

"Enemy attack!"

Zhao Le's reaction was fast enough, but he still didn't have time to stop this person from shouting, but it was also the last voice he made in this world.

Zhao Le, who hated the root of his teeth, killed the yellow turban thief with a knife, and then he led people straight to the south gate, and now the yellow turban thieves at the south gate have also discovered them.

These yellow turban thieves kept beating gongs and drums to send out signals to report the news, and at the same time organized people to prepare to resist Zhao Le's attack.

However, Zhao Le and the others had no choice now, they either opened the south gate and let their own large army enter the city, or they were stopped by the Yellow Turban Thieves and all died in Wancheng.

Zhao Le's choice was of course the first way, and under the leadership of Zhao Le, the seventy people under his command brandished the steel knives in their hands and killed the thieves guarding the south gate.

For a while, Zhao Le and his subordinates were strangled together with the yellow turban thieves at the south gate, and there was the sound of steel knives penetrating into the bones everywhere, and everywhere was the screams of people before they died!