Chapter 1311: Outside and Inside the City

He He Lingchuan put away the pair of small dirt balls on the ground before mounting his horse and changing direction: "Tie him up, someone will decide his life and death naturally." This pair of stone puppets wasn't bad; City Guardian Liu just didn't know how to use them.

That pair of meteor chains was one of the spoils he found in the landfill of Juyu's cave; he didn't know whose weapon it was originally. All kinds of magical effects on it had failed, and only this single throwing function was retained, which had very strong penetrating power and was a good helper for demolishing houses.

Wanqifeng stepped forward, personally tied City Guardian Liu up with five flowers and threw him onto the horse's back.

Just at this moment, the sound of horse hooves came again, and Dong Rui led several riders to arrive.

"What, it's over already?" He hurried to catch up, but didn't even get to taste the first soup? "You can still catch the next round." He He Lingchuan rode past him, and the Yangshan cavalry followed closely, "Let's go, go to Shizhoutou."

Yang Meng led his troops to rush down the mountain, and several blood-red fireworks exploded in the night sky ahead; this was the most ominous signal: Shizhoutou couldn't hold on anymore! Everyone couldn't care about the rugged mountain road and whipped their horses again. It was pitch black, and several horses broke their legs on the spot.

Turning around the mountain col, they saw a mess under the city.

The city gate was already open, and a foreign army had indeed forced their way through.

Yang Meng secretly called it bad.

He chased City Guardian Liu too far, and was taken advantage of by a third party!

Yang Meng led the defense army to attack City Guardian Liu's camp earlier, winning in one go, beating City Guardian Liu into a flight, and his subordinates either surrendered or scattered.

Yang Meng then led the main force to pursue City Guardian Liu, leaving only a hundred or so people to clean up the battlefield and tidy up the aftermath.

This was a normal operation; his total strength was only five hundred.

Besides, Shizhoutou was short of supplies, and everyone was anxious to move the enemy's military supplies back to the city. They grabbed back the things City Guardian Liu grabbed from the common people of Shizhoutou, no problem.

During the attack, everyone even deliberately avoided the grain carts, not leading fire or shooting arrows there.

However, the transportation in the night was inevitably a bit chaotic, and even the common people in the city heard that they had won, so they rushed over to move things, fearing that if they were late, others would pick them first,

At that time, dozens of people wearing garrison uniforms and civilian clothes mixed into the transport team and quietly snuck into the city.

Everyone was busy moving things when, unexpectedly, a troop suddenly emerged from the northeast and charged directly toward the Shizhou Tou city gate!

The city gate guards were still very responsible; they discovered the abnormality immediately, hurriedly shouted for the soldiers and civilians on the road to enter the city, and closed the city gate in time before the unidentified army arrived.

But the dozens of spies lurking inside the city suddenly launched an attack, raised their crossbows to wound the guards, and quickly opened the east city gate!

With internal and external coordination, Shizhou Tou was about to fall!

The garrison inside the city fought hard to meet the enemy, but the opponent was numerous and powerful, and they were killed off in no time.

But they delayed the enemy for at least half a quarter of an hour.

When Yang Meng returned, what he saw through the gate passage was the first fire they had set.

"Zhao Guangzhi!" His eyes were red, "Return to the city, quickly return to the city!"

Having fought the Zhao army before, they recognized the opponent's attire at once.

It really was Zhao Guangzhi who had come!

Fortunately, they returned in time; Zhao Guangzhi's men had just killed the city guards and hadn't had time to move the corpses under the gate or close the city gate when Yang Meng's army arrived!

Zhao Guangzhi, who had just entered the city, was smug and was about to let his men plunder to their hearts' content, but seeing the change in the rear, he had to command his men to block the city gate.

One side wanted to enter, the other side wouldn't let them; the two sides were deadlocked.

Zhao Guangzhi's army exceeded two thousand five hundred men, and they were mainly cavalry; Yang Meng had only three hundred men behind him, and they were basically running on their own legs. If they fought on open terrain, this battle would basically be unwinnable.

Fortunately, the battle took place in the narrow city gate passage, where both sides had to dismount and engage in close-quarters combat.

But even so, the situation for Yang Meng's side was not optimistic.

He hacked down two enemy soldiers, and regardless of the blood splattered all over his face, he roared again at Zhao Guangzhi at the rear of the army: "Zhao thief, why don't you dare to duel me!"

The last time he challenged him to a duel, the Zhao thief didn't dare to respond either.

Zhao Guangzhi was completely unmoved; he flipped his palm forward and made a "be my guest" gesture.

He held the numerical advantage; even if he traded one-for-one with Yang Meng, he would win in the long run.

In a guaranteed winning situation, why would he personally enter the fray? What's wrong with comfortably enjoying the opponent's struggle as a trapped beast? Exclamations, screams, and women's cries for help soon came from the streets and alleys behind him.

Zhao Guangzhi glanced back; it turned out that several squads of men couldn't hold back and had rushed into the inner city to plunder.

They were extremely skilled at the business of entering a city to rob, knowing well the principle that he who strikes first gains the advantage, while he who strikes later finds an empty house; if they didn't aim for "speed," everything would be snatched away by their companions a step earlier.

The Zhao soldiers blocking the city gate in front heard the commotion behind them and were all itching to join in.

Damn it, we're here fighting to the death, and those clever ghosts in the back are already entering the city to scoop up loot and grab women? The battle under the city gate inevitably loosened a bit.

Especially since Yang Meng's garrison soldiers heard the chaos in the city and were anxious, fighting even more desperately.

Zhao Guangzhi frowned; if this continued and shook the morale of the army, he shouldn't capsize in the gutter.

He gave an order to those around him: "Call everyone out, and hack anyone who doesn't listen."

His subordinates went off to obey the order.

Dozens of breaths later, the exclamations and screams in the streets and alleys not only didn't stop, but became even worse and more rampant.

Zhao Guangzhi was truly angry this time; he grabbed a pair of axes and said:

"Follow me!"

They won't listen, right? If the tiger doesn't show its might, these blind brats think he's a sick cat, right? Dozens of personal guards immediately followed him to teach his disobedient subordinates a lesson.

As for Yang Meng in front, Zhao Guangzhi didn't take him seriously at all.

This kid could fight, and had caused him quite a bit of trouble before, but now that he was blocked outside, he couldn't stir up any waves.

After walking more than ten zhang and entering the alley, it was chaotic everywhere. When the civilians saw them, it was like a flock of sheep meeting a hungry tiger; they screamed and scattered in all directions.

Zhao Guangzhi had long been accustomed to such scenes; he spurred his horse and charged toward the place where the human voices were loudest.

Who knew that three or four Zhao soldiers would bolt out from the street corner, looking panicked and distraught; seeing him was like seeing their ancestor: "General, save us, there is an enemy behind..."

Before he could finish speaking, an arc of light swept across from the rear, and the man's head was separated from his neck.

The head fell off, but the body continued to run forward for two steps by inertia before collapsing to the ground.

The enemy snuck in? That Yang fellow isn't stupid after all.

Zhao Guangzhi's expression turned cold, and he tightened the reins.

The surrounding air suddenly solidified; in the deep alley, there was only the sound of horse hooves treading on gravel.

It was chaotic everywhere, yet only this sound of hooves was infinitely amplified in the ears of the Luodian people led by Zhao Guangzhi.

Clip-clop, clip-clop, unhurried and steady.

More than ten riders turned out from the street corner, all wearing masks and black armor, with the spearheads of several of them still dripping blood.

The one at the very front had dark flames surging on his armor, and the black smoke emitted condensed without dissipating, turning into ghostly shadows lingering around the master.

At a glance, he didn't look like a living person at all.

(End of chapter)