Chapter Sixty: Zhang Fei of Yan

  When the people of Ancheng were all fleeing from the east gate, this tightly closed north gate suddenly opened, and a team of carriages slipped out quietly.

  Yan Liang was certain of his suspicions at a single glance.

  The group of people in front of us must be Liu Bei's family without a doubt.

  Whether in fiction or history, Liu Bei followed the tradition of his ancestor Liu Bang and abandoned his family to escape alone after defeat, which was not a one-time or two-time thing.

  Liu Bei is being pursued by Yan Liang and does not even dare to enter An City, nor has he the time to take his family with him as they flee.

  "Liu Bei may have escaped, but if we can capture his wife, that would be good too. At least in the future, he will have something to fear and won't dare to offend me again..."

  Yan Liang's mind was made up, and he shouted with his sword raised: "The officers and soldiers of the Yan family army, follow me to charge forward. Whoever captures Liu Bei's family alive will be heavily rewarded!"

  Under the heavy reward, the knights of the Divine Ride were in high spirits, and more than a thousand tiger-like warriors shouted and killed their way out, looking at the convoy whizzing away.

  At this moment, the convoy that had quietly left the city was still hurrying along.

  Next to the two chariots, a robust knight with a face full of whiskers like steel wires, his whole body muscular and strong, holding an eight-foot-long spear in his hand, his eyes gleaming like electricity, was coldly scanning the surroundings.

  Before long, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a delicate and beautiful face appeared at the window, which was Liu Bei's wife Lady Gan.

  "Yide, didn't you say we were going east? Why are we heading out the north gate?" Lady Mi's face was filled with anxiety.

  "Big brother said, Yan Liang will definitely chase after the east gate. We can avoid the enemy army by leaving from the north gate and then taking a small path to meet up with big brother on the east side. Don't worry, sister."

  Zhang Fei's voice was somewhat hoarse, and when he spoke, his eyes didn't look at Lady Mi even once, only vigilantly paying attention to the surroundings.

  Lady Mi has been captured several times, and the days of relying on others for shelter have already passed. Now that she has finally reunited with Liu Bei, it's unexpected that within a month, they are facing another escape, and her heart can't help but be in a state of panic.

  Now that Zhang Fei has spoken, Lady Mi finally felt a little relieved and withdrew her body.

  The car curtain had just fallen, and Zhang Fei's round eyes suddenly widened to the size of a bowl, with a few sparks of unusual color bursting out from his gaze.

  Northwest direction, but see dust and fog suddenly surge, in the flying dust, vaguely see countless cavalry coming galloping.

  "It's Yan Liang's cavalry!"

  Zhang Fei's face showed a hint of surprise, and he thought to himself that Liu Bei had said that Yan Liang would pursue them towards the east, but how could he have appeared in the north gate area?

  At this moment of surprise, a cavalryman came galloping from the front. The white horse and silver spear were the handsome General Zhao Yun.

  Zhoa Yun reined in his horse and shouted loudly: "Yide, can you see that? Enemy cavalry is approaching!"

  Zhang Fei furrowed his brow, hesitated for a moment, then said: "Zilong, you escort the two sisters first, I'll stay behind to hold off the pursuing troops."

  "It would be better for me to stop the enemy soldiers," said Zhao Yun.

  As they spoke, the pursuing soldiers had already arrived, and Zhang Fei hastily shouted: "There's no time to argue anymore, Subdragon, hurry up and escort Sister-in-law away!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fei galloped out with several hundred soldiers and horses to meet the enemy cavalry.

  Zhao Yun had no choice but to urge his horse on and hurry along with the two carts.

  Yan Liang galloped on horseback, how could he let them escape? Dragging his blood-stained long knife, he rushed forward like the wind.

  After more than a hundred paces, however, he saw several hundred of Liu Bei's infantry and cavalry forming up in battle array, blocking his path.

  A mere rustic dog like you dares to block my iron hooves!

  "Zhou Cang, you lead 700 cavalrymen around the enemy's formation and make sure to capture Liu Bei's family members. The rest of us will follow me to break through the enemy's formation."

  In the midst of the shouting order, one thousand swift cavalrymen divided into two teams. Yan Liang led three hundred cavalrymen and charged straight at the enemy formation.

  Iron hooves rumbling, splashing up a vast expanse of dust, Yan Liang rode his black steed, the large knife in his hand flashing with cold light, like a black lightning bolt charging into the enemy ranks first.

  Liu Bei's elite troops from Danyang could not withstand his blade, let alone these hastily formed several hundred infantrymen.

  The giant blade spun out like a wheel, bringing with it the force of a mountain landslide, sweeping everything before it. Wherever the blade passed, mist and rain flew about, severed limbs and shattered spears scattering in all directions.

  In the midst of the mournful cries, Yan Liang was like a sharp long spear, easily tearing open a gap in the enemy's formation.

  The iron cavalry surged out from behind, like hungry tigers and wolves, and in an instant they smashed the enemy army into pieces.

  The army formation was in disarray, and the 500-strong Zhang Fei's troops were thrown into chaos in an instant, being trampled and slaughtered by the enemy cavalry that charged back and forth.

  Zhang Fei also knew that his infantry could not withstand the cavalry charge, but in order to give the two ladies time to escape, he led his troops in a desperate last stand.

  The snake spear in his hand swung out with the wind, and layers of spear shadows shot out one after another. Wherever the blade passed, more than a dozen cavalrymen fell off their horses in an instant.

  In the chaos of the battlefield, Yan Liang caught sight of Zhang Fei's shadow.

  That black-haired enemy was incredibly skilled in martial arts, and he could kill his own subordinates as easily as killing dogs or chickens. In Liu Bei's army, who else besides Zhang Fei had such ability?

  Yan Liang's eyes turned red, even if Lü Bu was reborn, what would he be afraid of? With a fierce clenching of his legs on the horse's belly, he galloped and danced with his sword, charging towards Zhang Fei to kill him.

  The blade swept across the four sides, cutting down those small soldiers who blocked the way like defeated rags. One man and one horse, as if treading on a blood-soaked road paved with fresh blood, rushed towards Zhang Fei like the wind.

  With a low hum like thunder, the large knife in his hand wielded the power of lightning, chopping down towards Zhang Fei.

  Zhang Fei saw a robust enemy general approaching, unaware that the general was actually Yan Liang himself. He swung his long spear with ordinary force to parry the blow.

  Clang!

  In the midst of the loud roar, Zhang Fei only felt a mighty force like a mountain pressing down on him, his palm was numb from the shock, and his arms were also bent back several inches.

  "This fellow's strength is so great, could he be Yan Liang or not?"

  Zhang Fei was shocked in his heart, but Yan Liang's knife had increased its strength and pressed down without decreasing, pressing both arms to bend down bit by bit.

  Since becoming famous, Zhang Fei has beheaded countless people under his sword. Except for that one time in Xuzhou when he was drunk and fought unfavorably against Lü Bu, when had Zhang Fei ever encountered such a desperate situation?

  Zhang Fei got angry.

  With a loud, hoarse shout, Zhang Fei's arms bulged with veins as he exerted all his strength to push upwards, sending Yan Liang's great sword flying open.

  One move into the fight, Yan Liang had already discovered Zhang Fei's astonishing strength and did not engage in a fierce battle with him, instead withdrawing his sword and retreating.

  Two horses missed each other, and when Zhang Fei was about to counterattack, Yan Liang was already five steps away.

  At this time Zhang Fei was furious, his long spear pointing at Yan Liang, shouting loudly: "My spear does not kill nameless generals, report your name."

  One move and they clashed, Zhang Fei must have known that his martial arts skills were not inferior to his opponent's. In this situation, he still dared to be so arrogant, who else could be as rough and rude as him except for the fierce Zhang Fei?

  Yan Liang smiled and said lightly: "I am Yan Liang, I don't know which onion you are?"

  Zhang Fei was rough and arrogant, while Yan Liang was also impolite, uttering a slight insult.

  Zhang Fei suddenly became enraged, his eyes bulging out, and he shouted: "Yan people Zhang Fei is here, Yan Liang you dog thief, surrender now!"