Chapter 217: Fighting with Xihua

Runan is the capital of Yuzhou, and Yuzhou is among the nine continents. Runan also lives in the middle of Yuzhou, so it is called "Heavenly".

The war in Yingchuan just ended, and the war in Runan began again.

Peng Tuo's Yellow Turban Army in Runan was defeated by the Yellow Turban Army in Yuzhou, the Cavalry Commander Yuan Shu, the former Wancheng Prefect Qin Jie, the Xia Pi Chief Sun Jian and others, and were defeated from battles. In the end, they had to lead 50,000 remaining soldiers to be defeated and trapped in Xihua City.

Recently, after pacifying the Yellow Turban Army in the East County, Cao Cao led the victorious army to Xihua. In the small Xihua County, more than 80,000 Han soldiers gathered.

In recent days, the Han army has been constantly attacking the city. Although it has been fought to the death by the Yellow Turban Army and has no success in siege, the Yellow Turban Army in the city is also seriously injured, and thousands of Yellow Turban Army are killed in battle every day. Xihua County has been beaten to pieces and has the possibility of collapse at any time. Peng Tuo's Yellow Turban Army has reached the brink of life and death.

In the early morning of August 18, Zhang Fei's five thousand leopard cavalry marched for a day and night and finally arrived in Xihua City, stationed in an unmanned village twenty miles away from Xihua County.

"The pigeon group immediately contacted the Yellow Turban Army in the city, and the reconnaissance cavalry immediately went out to inquire about military information." Zhang Fei jumped off the black horse and handed it over to the guards. Before he could untied his armor, he loudly ordered.

When I got here, I was not familiar with the place and didn’t know the current situation of the Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Fei and Yang Feng felt a little inconspicuous.

After receiving the order from Zhang Fei, hundreds of whistle cavalry scattered out and rushed to Xihua City. Two carrier pigeons flew into the air and flew towards Xihua City with the letter Yang Feng wrote to Peng Tuo.

"Everyone eat some dry food, feed the war horses, and then hurry up and rest." The marching overnight was exhausted, and the war would start at any time. Zhang Fei had to seize this rare gap to rest and accumulate combat power.

Shortly after Zhang Fei's leopard cavalry arrived in Xihua, the Han army began a new offensive.

Outside Xihua City, all four Han army battalions moved, and teams of Han army entered and exited the camp and forced them toward Xihua City.

The governor of Yuzhou, Wang Yun, led 30,000 officers and soldiers to attack the East Gate, Yuan Shu, the cavalry commander, led 15,000 people to attack the West City, Cao Cao led four generals of the Cao family and 22,000 troops to attack the North City, Qin Jie, the former prefect of Wancheng, and Sun Jian, the lower-level chief, led 15,000 troops to attack the South City.

At the top of Xihua City, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army Peng Tuo looked at the overwhelming Han soldiers, his heart was as deep as water and his eyebrows were frowning.

In recent days of bloody battle, there are less than 30,000 Yellow Turban Army left in the city, and many of them are injured. What's even more serious is that they don't have time to rest, and now everyone has become tired soldiers.

Peng Tuo didn't know that just with these Yellow Turban troops, they could hold on for a few more days.

"Is the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom really going to perish? Emperor of Heaven! What should we do?" Peng Tuo looked at Luoyang and stared blankly.

The grand occasion of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was first established a few months ago. How confident and energetic were everyone at that time? Why did it become like this in just a few months? Why?

Peng Tuo was very unwilling to accept it, and couldn't understand why the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which was at its peak, fell apart in an instant. Peng Tuo tightly held the spear in his hand, his eyes were already a little wet.

"Dong, dong, dong..." The war drums under the city were beating, and the Han army began to attack the city in large numbers.

A dense cloud ladder was erected on the top of the city wall, and Han soldiers were carrying war swords and wooden shields to crawl towards the top of the city wall.

The sound of arrow feathers covered the sun, and the sound of "swish, swish, swish..." was endless.

As the sound of the bowstrings, people were often caught in arrows and fell down, screaming before death.

The Yellow Turban Army used up all the equipment to defend the city, and even the houses in the city were demolished, let alone the wooden rolling stones, and even a piece of stone could not be found. Now, besides simple bows and arrows, they can only rely on swords, spears, and body to fight.

One by one, the ladders were pushed down, but more ladders were leaning up, and the Han army's ladders seemed to be used up.

Soon, the Han army attacked the city. The shouts, the sound of weapons, and the sad shouts were connected together, making the bones cold. The two armies started a bloody fight, and the city became the focus of the two armies' struggle.

The Yellow Turban Army had no choice but to retreat. They all understood that if Xihua City fell again, what was waiting for them was death! At the critical moment of life and death, the Yellow Turban Army burst out with terrible combat power. Faced with several times the Han army, the Yellow Turban Army slashed with each sword and stabbed each spear and spear. Some seriously injured chose to die with the Han army, and rolled down from the city with the Han army.

In this way, the Yellow Turban Army repelled the attacks of the Han army again and again, and the bodies under the city were piled up like mountains and blood flowed into a river.

Peng Tuo looked at all this with an expressionless face. He was no longer happy or worried. Maybe in the next moment, he would also follow their retreat. He could not see the future or hope. If they could hold on for one more day, they could live more. It was that simple!

"Dong, dong, dong..." At this moment, a deep sound of footsteps came.

A young man dressed in a Yellow Turban Army walked up to Peng Tuo and handed a yellow silk to Peng Tuo.

Although Peng Tuo was strange, he still spread out the thin silk and looked at it in detail. When he saw that his face changed, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The great wise and good mentor asked us to surrender to the Zhenxi Army. The Zhenxi Army's troops were twenty miles outside the city." Peng Tuo seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to ask the young man.

"My subordinates are only responsible for sending messages, and they don't know the specific content." The young man replied.

"Surrender! The great wise and good teachers have surrendered. What else can we hold on? Surrender!"

Peng Tuo murmured to himself and made a decision in an instant.

"I passed the orders of the commander, and all the commanders in the city came to discuss matters."

Peng Tuo glanced at the city, and the Han army was slowly retreating and said to the personal guards beside him.

After a powerful attack failed, the Han army retreated and rested, preparing for the next round of offensive. Xihua City temporarily returned to peace.

"Da, da, da..." The sound of horse hooves came, and the commanders of the Yellow Turban Army were all ordered to arrive.

The commander of the Yellow Turban Army soon gathered around Peng Tuo. They didn't know what the commander would call them here at this time and discuss, and looked at Peng Tuo with questions.

Peng Tuo didn't say much, but just handed them the yellow silk.

"Everyone has seen it! We have no choice now. Apart from surrender, there is only one way to die. Therefore, I will decide to surrender to the Zhenxi Army, not only for myself, but also for the brothers who will live and die with me."

After the generals read the letter, Peng Tuo glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice.

"We are obeying the order of the commander!" Although the commanders looked sad, they quickly accepted this reality.

"Soldiers are very fast, so we don't have much time left. There are two Han troops outside the South Gate, and there is a certain gap between the two battalions. The general decided to take advantage of the Han army's dining opportunity to break through the South Gate at noon today. What do you think?"

Once the decision was made, Peng Tuo was also decisive and arranged everything quickly.

"It depends on the command of the commander." Everyone answered in unison.

"Okay! Since that's the case, you all go down and prepare." After giving the order, Gu Tuo shook his way back to everyone.

"No!" The commander of the Yellow Turban Army took the order, turned around and left, and broke through the army.

"You immediately send a message to the Zhenxi Army, saying that I will break through the south gate at noon and ask them to help me." Peng Tuo glanced at the young man who was not familiar with and said slowly.

At this time, Peng Tuo was not suspected of being cheated, because there was no need to fight the Yellow Turban Army. If they don’t fight, they are waiting for death. What else can you be afraid of if you want to die?

"No!" The young man agreed, quickly stepped down from the city and disappeared into the city.

At noon, as usual, the Han army stopped siege and returned to the camp to rest. Xihua City was quiet, with only the air, and there was a strong smell of blood.

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