Chapter 44: The Downfall of Wan City (3/5)

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  At midnight, the wind grew stronger.

  It's early spring, yin is extreme and yang is born, yin and yang intersect, so there are often winds and rains. Nanyang County itself is close to the south, so it's normal for spring to be windy.

  In the evening sun gathering place, except for a small number of soldiers who were still holding out, most had taken shelter from the wind.

  The entire camp was quiet, except for the whistling of the wind, and no other sound could be heard.

  Ma Yu walked out, looked around and saw no one, then sneaked to a horse carriage. He took out a match from his pocket, took a deep breath, rubbed it hard on the carriage board, and the match suddenly lit up with a bright light. Ma Yu threw the match into the carriage and turned to leave.

  All I saw was a ball of flames slowly smoldering in a pile of grain and hay, with a plume of black smoke gradually rising...

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  Deng Jie fell onto the bed, his back against his body, as if he had fallen asleep.

  The two hook-embroidered hands guarding the gate looked at each other and nodded slightly.

  In the distance, the luggage on the horse carriage was shrouded in mist. However, it wasn't easy to notice in the dark of night. Two hook-handed men swiftly opened the curtains and slipped inside quietly. Meanwhile, Deng Ji remained still, lying motionless on the bed.

  A ruthless killing intent appeared on the face of a hook-handed man.

  Slowly drew out a long knife, raised his foot high, and stepped lightly, walking to the bedside.

  In the military tent, the candle flames flickered, and the face of the man with the hooked nose looked even more ferocious. He was seen gritting his teeth, raising his long knife high, and with a swift motion, it fell, making a "ka-cha" sound, landing on Deng Ji's body on the bed. Deng Ji still showed no reaction, his head rolled to the ground, and with a "pa" sound, it shattered into powder.

  It turned out to be a vase wrapped in black silk.

  Round and round, covered with a layer of black cloth, it looks just like a human head.

  Hooked embroidery was stunned, hastily stepped forward, and lifted the quilt. Under the quilt, it was still a quilt, only rolled up and covered with another layer of quilt. This way, from the outside, it looked like someone was sleeping here. Hooked embroidery was shocked, turned his head to speak, and suddenly heard his companion's cry: "Old six, be careful!"

  A flash of cold light darted out from behind the bed, and Deng Ji suddenly appeared from behind the railing, his iron sword slicing through the air to leave a long rainbow trail. With a "pu" sound, it struck right at the back of "Old Six". Old Six's eyes widened in shock, seemingly having trouble believing what was happening. He struggled to turn his head, wanting to see who the killer was. But then he saw Deng Ji gritting his teeth and suddenly pulling out his treasured sword, a blood arrow spraying onto his clothes, instantly dyeing them a deep crimson red.

  With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground.

  Hook embroidery hands fell into the blood pool...

  At this time, outside the camp, a shrill cry suddenly came: "The water is gone, the water is gone... Hurry up and put out the fire!"

  With the cry of "Shui Shui" (literally "water"), a sudden shout of killing rose.

  Deng Ji's face changed color and he shouted sternly: "You dare to burn the baggage, do you know that this is a crime of treason?"

  The remaining hook-handed man, grinned!

  "Treason? Correct, it is indeed treason... but not us, you!"

  "What?"

  Deng Ji stared at his opponent in surprise, but the hook-handed man didn't say another word. With one hand holding a hook and the other gripping a Han ring knife, he took a step forward, twisted his body, and pounced over.

  "Cut the crap, let's see your knife!"

  The steel knife falls down with great force and momentum.

  This hook-armed man was originally sent by Wei Yan to protect Deng Ai.

  Who would have thought that it has become a life-and-death struggle. These people are all veterans of Yiyang, with swift and fierce killing methods. Hook-armed soldiers, also belonging to the Imperial Guard, there were only twenty hook-armed men in the entire Yiyang Garrison, their combat strength was naturally extraordinary. Deng Ji was able to kill one person just now, completely relying on a sneak attack.

  The scholars of the late Eastern Han Dynasty were not those weak and timid pedants who had no strength to truss a chicken.

  The Confucian school taught the six arts, and horseback riding, archery, and sword fighting were all required courses. At that time, many famous scholars were skilled in sword fighting. It's not necessary to mention Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, but even Wang Yun, who used a linked ring plan to kill Dong Zhuo and presented his head to the emperor, was known for wearing a sword and swaggering through the streets as a heroic knight when he was young. The "Records of the Grand Historian" is not only a great literary work, but also left an indelible mark on the Han Dynasty... the biography of wandering knights!

  Deng Jie also learned swordsmanship and could cope with ordinary people.

  But he is now facing a veteran soldier who has been through many battles and wars.

  In just two or three rounds, Hooked Hand smashed the iron sword out of Deng Jie's hand and kicked him to the ground.

  The shouting and killing outside the tent grew louder and louder, until the movements inside the tent went unnoticed...

  Deng Ji was in a desperate situation himself, and as he saw Kou Shou's face twisted into a cruel smile as he charged at him with his sword, he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh before closing his eyes to await his death.

  "Brother-in-law, it's time to get up!"

  The curtain was lifted, and a young man holding a snake spear rushed in.

  Hooked embroidery hand a daze, the knife in his hand unconsciously shifted a few points. With a "pu" sound, Han Ring's knife chopped down on Deng Ji's arm, and he let out a loud cry of pain as his arm fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a spring, and he immediately fainted dead away. The young man who rushed into the camp was Wang Mai. He heard the commotion outside, rushed out of the small tent to take a look, and saw that the entire camp was ablaze...

  Those drivers who were in a hurry, and a team of halberdiers, holding weapons, frantically hacked to death the righteous Yang Wu soldiers in the camp.

  There were many people who were former comrades-in-arms, so when they first met again, they didn't have any reaction and were killed by the other side.

  Wang Maizai doesn't care about others' life and death!

  He remembered Cao Peng's words and was determined to protect Deng Ji well.

  So seeing the situation had changed, he immediately ran towards the camp. In his heart, at the same time, he had a few more points of respect for Cao Peng... Ah Fu was indeed prescient.

  Who would have thought that rushing into the camp, he saw Deng Jie lying motionless in a pool of blood.

  Wang Ma was furious!

  "Scoundrel! How dare you harm my brother-in-law!"

  At this time, he couldn't care about any military rules and regulations, only feeling a surge of hot blood rushing to his head, with an eerie red glow flashing in his tiger-like eyes.

  Wang shouted loudly and stepped forward with his spear, stabbing as soon as he turned around.

  Hook Array was startled, turned around to listen to Hook Array's seal. Just heard a crisp sound of "ding", Wang Mai's hand-held snake spear, seemed like a heavy hammer fiercely striking Hook Array, instantly shattered Hook Array. The huge force, in an instant broke Hook Array Hand's arm. That Hook Array Hand didn't have time to let out a miserable cry, the snake spear tore through his chest armor, and plunged into his body. Wang Mai's two hands combined yin-yang palm, shook off, and flung Hook Array Hand's corpse flying away. Then, he rushed to Deng Ji's side, and hugged him tightly.

  "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, don't scare me!"

  Deng Ji was awakened with a face as white as paper.

  "Hurry up, Hu Tou! Go save Ah Fu!"

  "Brother-in-law, don't worry, Ah Fu is following Wei Tun Jiang, nothing will happen to him... He asked me to protect you, so you mustn't get into any trouble, otherwise I'll lose face and won't be able to see him again."

  Wang was so anxious he almost cried!

  He tore off a piece of his robe, wrapped it around Deng Ji's wound, then turned over and carried Deng Ji on his back, picking up the snake spear on the ground with one hand.

  "Brother-in-law, don't be afraid, I'll take you out of here."

  Deng Ji was so exhausted that he fainted again.

  Wang Bu dared not hesitate again and rushed out of the camp in big strides...

  At this time, the whole camp was ablaze, but the battle had already come to an end. The real Yiyang Wu soldiers in the camp were left with only over 20 people. The rest were temporary fillers of Jiyang prisoners who could not form a combat force at all. And the Yiyang Wu soldiers were killed by their former comrades-in-arms, caught off guard, and suffered heavy casualties. Most importantly, those cart drivers and laborers suddenly turned into soldiers holding knives and guns.

  One side weakens, the other grows stronger; Righteous Yang Wu's troops quickly collapsed and were no longer a cohesive army.

  In Wang Mai's eyes, everyone in this camp was an enemy...

  The spear flashed and whirred, making a loud whooshing sound. As long as someone blocked his way, he would kill them with one swift thrust of the spear without any hesitation. Wang Mai had learned this from Cao Peng's Broken Gate Spear technique. The Broken Gate Spear was also known as the White Ape Through-the-Back Broken Gate Spear and consisted of eight forms. It was said to be a fusion of the essence of multiple schools, making it incredibly exquisite. As its name suggested, the Broken Gate Spear was a spear that could snatch lives away with each thrust. Wang Mai was not Deng Jie; his foundation had always been good, and after following Cao Peng to learn martial arts, he later crossed hands with Tang Ji several times, so he was not afraid of battle at all.

  Almost every ten steps kill one person, and every shot takes a life.

  As he walked down from the camp, Wang Mai couldn't remember how many people he had killed. Anyway, his clothes were stained red with blood. The spear was dripping with thick blood, and Wang Mai's face was ferocious. Just as they were about to rush out of the camp, they heard shouts of killing in front of them.

  A robust man like a black iron tower was surrounded by a group of people in the center, his whole body covered in blood.

  Wang bought a glance and recognized that it was Tangji. He hesitated for a moment, looked around, and fixed his eyes on a black war horse.

  "Big Black!"

  Wang gave a loud whistle, and the black horse immediately ran towards him.

  He saw him, twisting his spear to cut down a bandit soldier. When the black horse galloped past him, its speed slowed down noticeably. Wang Mai's snake spear was planted in the ground, and he rose into the air, sitting steadily on the horseback, with one arm holding the snake spear upside down, using it as a club, and with a loud crash, he knocked down a hook-armed soldier to the ground.

  "Brother Tang, hurry up!"

  Wang Mai and Tang Ji's relationship is not bad, and he also has great respect for this honest man.

  Tang Ji is now covered in wounds all over his body.

  There were over a dozen corpses lying around me, but the enemy seemed unable to finish us off, and their numbers just kept growing.

  As soon as he heard someone shouting his name, Tang Ji let out a loud roar, and with his iron spear, he charged in all directions, sweeping away the enemy around him. He looked up to see Wang Mai carrying Deng Yi on horseback, galloping towards him. Tang Ji took a deep breath, knocked down an enemy soldier with his spear, and made way for them.

  "Brother Tiger Head, quickly break through the encirclement!"

  "Brother Tang, let's go together."

  "Get out of here... Go find Wei Da Ge quickly and tell him that the Yiyang Wuguan is finished... The people who rebelled against Wei Ping have turned back, let him leave quickly..."

  Tang Ji's face was ferocious and his thick-skinned face, under the reflection of the flames, looked like a wounded wild beast, extremely ferocious.

  The abdomen, shoulders, and back all have deep wounds that expose the bone, with fresh blood flowing profusely. There are several injuries, all of which are fatal.

  Wang Mai was about to speak when he saw Tang Ji strike the iron spear on Da Hei's buttocks with a loud "pa" sound.

  "Hurry up!"

  Da Hei let out a pained cry, Xi Yi Yi let out a long whistle and galloped away wildly.

  Wang Mai wanted to rein in the horse, but there was no way, so he had to hold the reins tightly with both hands and keep looking back on the horse's back.

  In the firelight, Tang Ji was fighting desperately, stubbornly blocking the camp gate.

  The fresh blood on his body flowed more and more, the iron spear in his hand gradually became heavier, and his vision blurred...

  There were more than twenty corpses at his feet, but Tang Ji still insisted on standing at the gate of the camp, guarding the flagpole with the banner "Yiyang Wugrad" hanging beside him.

  "Brother Tang, surrender..."

  A strange voice sounded in Tange's ear, and he sprang up as if possessed.

  All around him were enemies. Some were familiar, while others were very strange. Tang Ji recognized at a glance that several of his former comrades-in-arms were among them.

  When his gaze swept over them, those several fellow disciples didn't dare meet his eyes directly.

  Two people walked out of the crowd, one of whom was surprisingly Ma Yu...

  "Brother Tang, you are a good man. Wei Dubei knows it, General Chen knows it, and Huang Bing Cao Shi also knows it. To be honest with you, today's matter is only aimed at Wei Yan, Deng Jie, and Cao Peng, and has nothing to do with you. Huang Bing Cao Shi has already agreed to rebuild the Yiyang Wu Du and will also include us in the Jiangxia Army. At that time, Brother Tang, you will be a Tujiang, and may even sit on the Junhou Jiefu, why bother sacrificing for Wei Yan? As long as you say one word of surrender now, Wei Dubei said he absolutely won't mistreat Brother Tang..."

  "Are you...that softie?"

  Tang Ji squinted his eyes and stared at Ma Yu.

  He suddenly burst out laughing, "You think you know what Yiyang Wuguo is? And dare to say reorganize Yiyang Wuguo?"

  Having said that, he raised his head and looked at the fluttering banner of the Righteous Yang Wu Army in the wind. Suddenly, he let out a loud roar: "Enemy attack! The Wu Army will take the lead!"

  Yiyang Wu's death is not just a loss of a soldier and horse, but also represents the loss of a spirit.

  They gathered together to defend their homeland, for the same goal, they fought and killed, never abandoning or betraying. This is a kind of bloodline, a kind that's hard to express in words. There's brotherly love, camaraderie, and most importantly, unwavering loyalty!

  "Die!"

  The man beside Ma Yu shouted in a cold voice: "Kill him!"

  Dozens of long spears shot out, but Tang Ji didn't dodge or evade, instead charging forward to meet the spears.

  "With spear in hand, I am invincible!"

  Iron spear, sharp whistle...