Shortly after Liang Fa rushed into the city gate, he realized something was wrong. The gate of the city was closed, and more than a dozen corpses were upside down in front of the gate. Judging from his outfit, he was clearly a Taiping Sect soldier.

Immediately afterwards, fighting sounded on the city wall.

"No, you're trapped and retreat quickly!" Liang Fa's reaction was extremely quick. The gate of the city was closed, and the sound of fighting from the top of the city made him realize something was wrong at the first time. He quickly turned around and prepared to rush out with his people. In order to succeed in the surprise attack, he brought all the elite people in the Liang Kingdom's Taiping Sect. Once these people were gone, even if there were tens of thousands of Taiping Sects outside the city, it would be useless.

But in the end, he was still one step slower. When he turned around, the suspension bridge had been slowly pulled up. Immediately, Pei Yuanshao rushed down the city with the remaining troops on the top of the city. He saw Liang Fa entering the city from a distance. He couldn't help but change his expression. He shouted from a distance: "Zhongning, retreat quickly, you're trapped!"

While speaking, Fang Yue had already brought a team of men to the city to close the city gate. Seeing this, Liang Fa did not take the blame and pointed the sword in his hand at the city gate: "My sons, go out for me!"

Kill ~

At this moment, they had no way out. If Fang Yue was asked to close the city gate, there would be only one dead end waiting for them. Those who followed Liang Fa were all elite soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army. They were extremely brave and very different from the ordinary Yellow Turban. At this moment, when Liang Fa called out the order, they roared and waved their weapons to attack the city gate.

"Smack ~"

In the sky, dozens of jars suddenly fell and smashed into the crowd. A pungent smell spread among the crowd. However, at this time, the Yellow Turban Army could not care about these things. They rushed towards the officials who had already set up their formations with red eyes.

Behind Fang Yue, a row of archers quickly ignited the clusters of arrows stained with tung oil on the torch. Fang Yue looked at the Yellow Turban Army who were rushing towards him indifferently, and his right hand raised high suddenly fell.

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

A row of rockets instantly sank into the crowd, and many people were splashed with tung oil. At this moment, when they encountered fire, they cried out, and clusters of flames rushed up among the crowd and spread rapidly in all directions.

“Ah~”

Although these Yellow Turban Army are all elite, they are flesh and blood, after all, they are flesh and blood. The flames are stained with scorching. Even the iron man can't hold on. Many people fell to the ground and rolled up, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies. However, in this way, many Yellow Turban Army that were not ignited by the flames were also hit by seedlings. The tung oil flowing on the ground was quickly ignited. In less than a cup of tea, a sea of ​​fire near the city gate had become a sea of ​​fire. Even Fang Yue and others who were guarding the entrance of the city gate felt dry and the lineup of the Yellow Turban Army was even fragmented.

"Shoot the arrow!" Fang Yue looked indifferently at the Yellow Turban Army who rushed through the sea of ​​fire and issued a shooting order expressionlessly.

Two hundred archers who were in good shape released their already-pulled bowstrings one after another. These Yellow Turban Army, which had been lucky enough to break through the barrier of the fire, were shot into hedgehogs in an instant.

"Roar~Roar over!" Liang Fa's face turned pale, and the formation had been disrupted. After these days of combat, he was already very clear about the army's dependence on formation. Even if the Yellow Turban Army, which had lost its formation, could barely rush forward, it would suffer heavy losses. But at this moment, Ye Zhao obviously did not leave him the opportunity to re-arrange the troops. Even if he knew that there was a fire pit ahead, he had to jump in.

The range of the flame was not large, but it completely disrupted the formation of the Yellow Turban Army. Although the Yellow Turban Army continued to rush out, the Yellow Turban Army, which was hit by headless flies, was more like the target of the official army, and was constantly shot and killed.

Around the urn city, rows of official troops raised their torches high and looked down at the Yellow Turns. A thousand archers arranged by Ye Zhao walked up to the wall of the urn city in an orderly manner. Just as Liang Fa was preparing to attack Fang Yue, he had already photographed the formation. Just when Ye Zhao gave the order, the yellow Turns in the urn city were turtles in the urn.

After the arrangement was made, Ye Zhao stood on the Ximen Tower under the escort of Guan Hai and Dian Wei. A soldier picked up the drumstick and hit a drum gong hard. The sound actually suppressed the fighting in the urn for an instant.

After three gongs rang, Ye Zhao stood up, looked down at the Yellow Turban in the urn and said loudly: "You are now in the urn, and when will you still have to resist stubbornly?"

Ye Zhao looked pretty and looked like a weak scholar, but when he spoke, he was angry and with the power of the three gongs, he completely suppressed the fighting sounds.

"Ye Zhao~" Liang Fa raised his head and faced Ye Zhao's smiling face that was sure to hold his victory. His eyes suddenly turned red and he let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Don't be proud, even if you lose today, my Taiping Sect will definitely avenge me in the future."

"That's going to happen next day." Ye Zhao smiled, looked down at Liang Fa, and exclaimed: "It seems that there is no one in the Taiping Sect. As the commander, you should be in charge of the army. This surprise attack was led by the commander of the army. No matter how many people there are, what's the use of such a force? I regard it as a grass?"

Liang Fa felt a pain in his heart. There was not really no talent in the Taiping Sect. For example, Liao Chun, who now wants to come, has talent, but unfortunately he cannot use it. So much so that his defeat was so crushed by Ye Zhao, Liang Fa wanted to defend himself, but he felt that any explanation was pale and powerless, so he could only remain silent.

"God has the virtue of living a life. Although you are rebellious, you are still my great men and people. Many of them are even more of the people of Liang. I am really unbearable to slaughter them. As long as you put down your weapons and kneel down to surrender, I guarantee that you are personal. As long as you stop doing such rebellion and rebellion, I will not blame you!" Ye Zhao looked down at the Yellow Turban Army, sighed gently, and shook his head and said, "Think about it carefully, you should have family, wife and children, right? Even if you are loyal to Zhang Jiao, you have been charged in the past few days and killed the enemy and made great contributions. But what should your family be if you die in battle? Will Zhang Jiao still remember you?"

In the urn city, the Taiping scholars looked at each other when they heard this. Although they were elite Taiping scholars, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they were willing to charge for the Taiping scholar. However, the situation was hopeless at this moment, and they had become turtles in the jar, and their spirits naturally dissipated. Especially Ye Zhao's last sentence disintegrated most people's defenses.

"Crash our morale?" Liang Fa looked up at Ye Zhao and gritted his teeth.

"The overall situation has been decided. What kind of morale can you be confused? I just don't want to kill you!" Ye Zhao shook his head and said again, his eyes suddenly condensed.
Chapter completed!