Day 7.

It was the time for the Yecheng guards to have a decisive battle with the Yellow Turban Army.

As soon as the sky was bright, the Yellow Turban Army, which had rested all night, launched the last strong attack on Yecheng under the command of Zhang Liang, and if they couldn't take Yecheng today, they could only retreat strategically.

Zhang Liang also took half of the troops in the south of Yecheng and merged them into the east, continuing to concentrate his forces and storming the eastern city gate.

Now that Lu Zhi has not come, he feels that the opportunity is still there, and he will definitely be able to break the city.

In any case, the city must be broken.

When the Yellow Turban army attacked, Yang Zhao led his troops to the rear.

He changed to a spear and held it tightly in his hand.

The five hundred veterans behind him, some with guns and spears, some with knives, looked at the Yellow Turban Rear Army in front of them with the same eyes.

When they were about to go out and fight hard, their palms holding weapons were slightly wet.

"Almost!"

Yang Zhao's words made their nerves tense.

From this angle, they could see that the Yellow Turban military camp was empty, and the rear army was also empty, all the Yellow Turban soldiers were storming Yecheng, and Zhang Liang only had more than a thousand guards around him.

"Wait for the division of labor and cooperation."

"Together, we entered the enemy's camp and set fire to the camp to attract the attention of Zhang Liang in front."

"Fifty of you!"

Yang Zhao pointed to the fifty personal soldiers arranged by Pan Feng, and continued: "When Zhang Liang finds out that the military camp has been burned, he will send someone to put out the fire, the soldiers who are besieging the city cannot be withdrawn, and it is unlikely that they will come back to fight the fire, so they should order a thousand guards around him to come back, then Zhang Liang has no one around him to protect him, and I will take you out again and kill Zhang Liang." ”

After a pause, he continued to arrange: "The other four hundred and fifty people, after burning the camp, drag the Yellow Turban soldiers who went to fight the fire as much as possible, don't let them go back to save Zhang Liang and create time for us, understand?" ”

"Got it!"

They said in unison.

Since they chose to come out to sneak attack, they didn't think about going back alive, although they were nervous, they were not afraid of death, and they didn't care about the rest.

"Junhou, I want to go with you to kill Zhang Liang."

Fang Rui pleaded.

He was the five hundred and one person, and Yang Zhao also took him out of the city.

If Fang Rui could go back alive after this incident, Yang Zhao planned to treat him as his own and become the first junior brother to accept after crossing the Three Kingdoms.

In the future, the road Yang Zhao will take is not just as simple as the military waiting in Yecheng.

"Come on, then!"

Yang Zhao did not object.

Soon they were ready and ran straight to the Yellow Turban's camp.

In the Yellow Turban barracks, only part of the logistics was left, and dozens of soldiers were stationed, Zhang Liang never imagined that Yang Zhao would play this method, and they easily broke into the barracks.

"Who ......?"

Seeing this, a soldier in a yellow turban was about to shout.

Yang Zhao walked in the front, stabbed this person with one shot, and then led his troops into it.

The other soldiers who stayed in the barracks were first startled when they found that Yang Zhao and others were attacking, and then they picked up the guys and fought back, but as soon as the two sides clashed, the Yellow Turban soldiers were killed by the Yecheng soldiers who regarded them as death.

The enemies here were killed by Yang Zhao and them in a short time.

"Ignition!"

Yang Zhao walked to the enemy's baggage camp, found the flint for ignition, lit a torch, and burned the enemy's baggage first.

After a while, the flames spread through the Yellow Turban's camp, forming a large sea of fire, and black smoke billowed into the sky.

The situation here alarmed some of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"General Rengong, it's not good!"

A Yellow Turban soldier hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Our camp is on fire!" ”

Zhang Liang and Pei Yuanshao turned around at the same time and looked towards their camp.

I saw the flames and smoke.

Even if you are a certain distance from the camp, you can feel a wave of heat, accompanied by the morning breeze.

Zhang Liang was stunned: "How can the barracks catch fire, our baggage and grain ...... Get people back to put out the fire, quick! ”

The soldiers who are besieging the city cannot be withdrawn, and it is inconvenient to withdraw.

More than 1,000 guards who followed him were immediately transferred by him to more than 800 people to put out the fire, and hurriedly walked to the camp.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who were fighting the fire had just returned to the vicinity of the camp when they were ambushed by the Yecheng guards.

Four hundred and fifty men, faced with an enemy twice their size, rushed out to kill without even thinking about it, disrupting the enemy's plan to fight the fire.

Yang Zhao was waiting for this time, leading the fifty people, lifting the spear and heading straight to Zhang Liang's side.

The camp is not very far from Zhangliang's location.

Their appearance was not only seen by Zhang Liang, but also by the soldiers who put out the fire.

Seeing that there were still people coming to sneak attack, the Yellow Turban soldiers who were fighting the fire wanted to go back to save Zhang Liang, but they were intercepted by the Yecheng guards who rushed out, and they tried their best to make time for Yang Zhao.

"Stop them!"

Zhang Liang noticed the situation in the barracks, and his face was suddenly gloomy.

At this moment, they could all see that the fire in the camp was not an accident, and the people of Yecheng still dared to come out and attack and set fire?

He is very angry now, and when the city will be broken, he will make the assassin Shi Wang Fen and others regret it.

Zhang Niujiao and Wang Du each led their troops to participate in the siege.

Only Pei Yuanshao followed Zhang Liang, took more than 200 yellow scarf guards around him, and killed more than 50 people of Yang Zhao.

"Die!"

The two sides were about to clash, and Yang Zhao's spear was stabbed one by one.

Two Yellow Turban soldiers fell on the spot.

Fang Rui and the others followed behind Yang Zhao, raised their ring-headed knives, or raised their spears and spears, and beckoned to the enemy.

These more than 50 people are like a sharp knife.

Yang Zhao is the blade, first stabbed into the enemy, as the other soldiers of the blade, followed the blade deep into it, cut through the enemy's interception, and approached Zhang Liang's side.

All of them desperately killed the enemy, only attacking and not defending, and they had already overwhelmed the enemy in momentum, and killed more than a dozen enemies at once.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were frightened by their murderous aura, and they fell behind as soon as they clashed.

"Fang Rui, you resist first!"

Yang Zhao's spear picked up an enemy, turned around and said, "I'll go and get Zhang Jiao's head back!" ”

"Good!"

Fang Rui and the others responded in unison.

Yang Zhao used his strong strength to kill a gap, and the spear either picked or stabbed or swept away, knocked down several enemies, and went straight to Zhang Liang.

When he was getting closer and closer to Zhang Liang, a sound of horses' hooves appeared from Yang Zhao's side, and he saw a war horse rushing towards him at a very fast speed.

The knight on the horse, slashed with a sword.

The blade instantly approached Yang Zhao's side.

Bang!

Yang Zhao raised his spear and blocked it under the blade.

The barrel of the gun was made of wood, and it was cut off by Pei Yuanshao, who was riding a horse and sneaking up, and Yang Zhao was forced to take a few steps back.

As soon as he stood firm, several Yellow Turban soldiers attacked at close range, and the two severed guns in their hands swept away, knocking down several people, and the tip of the spear stabbed into the stomach of an enemy, and blood splattered.

"Drop it!"

Yang Zhao abandoned the broken spear, snatched the enemy's knife, and was about to kill Zhang Liang again, when Pei Yuanshao rode his horse and sprinted.

Pei Yuanshao's long knife hung down, and with the speed and strength of the war horse's charge, the blade dragged down, and it came to Yang Zhao's eyes again, and he sneered and wanted to cut Yang Zhao with a knife.