Sun Jian's eyes were red, and he had been hit by countless swords. At this time, he was just subconsciously waving the weapons in his hand.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from a distance. Sun Jian looked up and saw Huangfu Song leading the official army to come here.

"Shishou Qu, go quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

When Zhao Hong's personal soldiers saw that the official army had already entered the city, they hurriedly shouted to Zhao Hong anxiously.

"What a pity!"

Seeing that Sun Jian was still insisting tenaciously, Zhao Hong sighed slightly and led the Yellow Turban soldiers who had not been involved in the battle to leave.

At this time, there were killings everywhere in Wancheng, but there was no movement in the West Gate. Zhao Hong hurriedly fled to the West Gate with more than 10,000 soldiers under his command.

As soon as I left the west gate, I saw countless official troops besieging him.

"When you fight out, we can only survive if we fight out."

At this time, Zhao Hong just wanted to break through the siege and shouted frantically to the soldiers around him.

"Haha, Zhao Hong, it's really true that there is a way in heaven and you don't go, and you can break in hell without a way."
Chapter completed!