The city has been broken, and Zhang Fei is still leading more than 2,000 soldiers and horses on the way from the north gate to the south gate.
Because the city wall around the north gate of Jicheng is relatively weak, Zhang Fei speculated that even if the pottery merchant attacked, he would choose to break through from the north gate, so he spent most of his time stationed at the north gate.
Just a moment ago, Zhang Fei had just slept with the night, wondering if Wei Jun would not plan to beat gongs and drums to disgust him tonight, so that he could have a good night's sleep comfortably.
Suddenly, the sound of vibration under his feet woke Zhang Fei up from his daze, and when he was still inexplicable, he heard the sound of collapse on the south gate line one after another.
Immediately afterwards, some soldiers rushed to the north gate to tell Zhang Fei the bad news of the earthquake at the south gate and the collapse of the city wall.
Zhang Fei was stunned on the spot.
He also thought that he was too tired and had a delusion, so he thought about how an earthquake could happen in a place like Jicheng.
Even if there was an earthquake, how could the wall of the south gate be so strong that it could be collapsed in an instant, while the walls in other directions were unharmed Surprised and suspicious, Zhang Fei didn't dare to delay, hurriedly transferred two thousand elite soldiers, and rushed to the south gate, wanting to see what was going on.
On the way to galloping, the sound of collapse ended, and was replaced by the sound of killing rising into the sky, and it seemed that the Wei army, which had thousands of troops, was slaughtering towards the south gate.
"Could it be, the south gate really collapsed" Zhang Fei's heart became more and more different, and the hair on his back began to grow faintly, and the whole person was shrouded in that ominous premonition.
Bypassing the majestic imperial city, the wide imperial road leads to the south gate, where everything is clearly visible.
In an instant, Zhang Fei's black face solidified into a moment of horror, as if he had seen a ghost, and his face was full of unbelievability.
Directly south of the royal road, the towering south gate has disappeared.
Along with the south gate, the entire iron-walled city wall, which was hundreds of steps long and several zhang wide, had also become a ruined wall and a ruin.
"The South Gate actually really collapsed, why is this happening, why" Zhang Fei reined in the war horse and looked at the ruins in panic, the whole person fell into unprecedented confusion and fright, and wondered if he was still in a dream.
It wasn't until thousands of routs in front of him fled in panic that Zhang Fei suddenly came to his senses and realized that the cruel truth in front of him was real.
Almost at the same time, in his mind, he suddenly remembered the rumors about Zhending City.
Back then, Hou Jing stubbornly defended Zhending, and it was rumored that the heavens appeared to the heavens, and an earthquake fell from the sky, which shattered the city of Zhending, so that the Wei army broke the city and killed Hou Jing.
The Wei people were convinced of this rumor, but the Han people scoffed at it, believing that it was just a rumor deliberately spread by the potters, and the purpose was just to publicize their so-called "destiny".
Zhang Fei also didn't believe it.
It wasn't until today, when the rumors turned into facts, that he saw with his own eyes an earthquake from the sky and collapse the Jicheng city he was guarding, and he didn't really believe it.
"Could it be that the potter, if it is really the destiny of heaven, otherwise how can God help him repeatedly, how can it be?"
The belief in Zhang Fei's heart finally began to waver under this cruel fact.
He has always believed that his eldest brother Liu Bei is the destiny of Zhentian, and he will be the Zhongxing Han family, a saint like Emperor Guangwu.
Now, the fall of Jijing is imminent, the destruction of the Han Kingdom has entered the countdown, and the qi of the Han family will also come to an end.
If Liu Bei really had the destiny of heaven, how could all this happen If Liu Bei really has the destiny of heaven, how could God help the potter again and again, even at the expense of earthquakes, to help the potter capture this Jijing by such obvious means In the end, Liu Bei is the Mandate of Heaven, or the King of the Real Mandate of Heaven, is actually a potter Zhang Fei's mind fell into a trap for a while, and the thunderous sound kept roaring in the chaotic mind.
Suddenly, Guan Yu's bare face flashed in his mind, and his originally confused and panicked eyes were suddenly replaced by a fierce and hideous hatred.
"Regardless of whether the pottery thief is really destined to be in his body or not, he killed my second brother, and I have a grudge against him, ahhhh Zhang Fei fell into a rage again in an instant, brandished a snake spear and rushed forward, shouting: "Don't retreat, give Ben will turn back and kill back, recapture the south gate, whoever dares to retreat will not be forgiven."
The defeat is assured, and he still wants to make a final struggle.
It's a pity that the Han soldiers, who have gone through all kinds of torture and have been mentally disabled to the limit, have been completely disintegrated by the collapse of the city wall at this moment, Zhang Fei's death threat has no effect at all, and the soldiers completely ignore it and continue to flee.
"Lao Tzu told you to run, told you to run" Zhang Fei was furious, his spear fell, and a soldier who escaped from his side was stabbed to death with a spear.
Blood splattered, and the soldier clutched his chest and fell to the ground in desolation.
He had used killing methods to deter people's hearts, but those soldiers ignored them at all, and just blindly fled with their heads in their hands, even if they were killed by him, they did not dare to confront the Wei army.
Not only the defeated soldiers who fled from the south gate, but even the two thousand soldiers brought by Zhang Fei himself were frightened by the terrifying scene, and the collapsed emotions were like a plague, which quickly spread to everyone, and the two thousand people also scattered in a hurry and joined the defeated soldiers who fled wildly.
The defeat was like a mountain Zhang Fei finally realized the true meaning of these five words, knowing that the overall situation was gone, and he could no longer save the defeat, and his heart couldn't help but feel very cold.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, but saw that on the ruins of that line, tens of thousands of Wei soldiers were still surging through the city like a flood.
In the direction of the southern imperial road, thousands of Wei iron horsemen carried the momentum of the collapse of the sky and the earth, rolling in, crushing all the fleeing Han soldiers wherever they passed, unstoppable.
The imperial flag with the word "Wei" is even more dazzling, declaring the god-like existence of the emperor of Great Wei.
The potters have also entered the city.
Zhang Fei's heart was like being stabbed by a knife, the pain was incomparable, and he shivered all over his body, and the anger of revenge and the heart of dying and struggling were also shattered in an instant.
"Potter, potter, are you really the destiny of heaven, and you are really a saint, otherwise why would I, Zhang Fei, be defeated again and again, and fall to the point where I am today" Zhang Fei's heart was like a knife, and he asked the sky again.
It's a pity that he doesn't have time to sigh anymore, the iron cavalry led by the pottery merchant in front of him has been rolling and killing, and if he is still standing here, he will fall into the pressure of the Wei army.
He knew very well that once he fell into the wild current of the Wei army, even if he had the power of a half-step martial saint, in the end he would only be a drop in the ocean, and he would not be able to escape death.
The building has collapsed, and it is difficult to support it alone Zhang Fei's fighting spirit had been lost, he was disheartened, he could only stare hatefully, and dozens of steps away, the dazzling golden figure of the potter, turned his horse, and fled towards the north gate.
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The pottery merchant slaughtered all the way, and where the Qinglong knife passed, he didn't know how to smash the defeated Han pawns many times, and a long bloody road was thrown behind the horse's hooves by him.
No one could stop all the way, and the pottery merchant led the army to the front line of the imperial city in a moment, and when he looked up, he was bumping into thousands of Han soldiers rushing in, which seemed to be reinforcements from the Han State.
"It's just right, I don't think it's happy enough, and finally there are a few more stuffed between my teeth, haha" The potter laughed wildly, dragging the blood-stained green dragon knife, like a golden streamer, into the oncoming enemy pawn.
These soldiers disappointed the potters.
Before they could wait for the Wei army to press on a large scale, they were already broken, and they scattered with a bang, hoping for the wind and fleeing.
The potter almost didn't waste any effort, and he was killed in front of the imperial city, and the closed palace gate would be kicked to pieces if he kicked it.
Then, he could ride his horse into the puppet palace, kick away the Jinluan Palace, and sit the dragon throne that originally belonged to Liu Bei under him, enjoying the supreme glory at that moment.
"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for, hurry up and enter the palace, Liu Bei's dragon seat, still waiting for Your Majesty's dragon ass to sit."
Wei Chigong shouted excitedly, even more impatient than the potter.
"Return the dragon's ass, your sycophant is really vulgar."
The potter gave him a funny look, "I'm not in a hurry, what are you anxious about, it's really that the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry." ” After that, the potter turned his horse around, but did not enter the imperial city, and walked along the city wall in the direction of the north gate.
Wei Chigong was depressed, and hurriedly rode his horse to chase after him, and asked blankly: "I said Your Majesty, this palace is right under your nose, why don't you go in, don't you think Liu Bei's dragon seat is too hard, will you suckle your fart, is it your dragon ass?"
"It's just a dragon seat, it can't run, it's not the same as sitting early and sitting late, I expect that Zhang Fei will break through and escape from the north gate when he sees that the situation is not good, I have slaughtered Guan Yu and broken Liu Bei's left arm, today I have to cut off Zhang Fei's right arm for him."
The potter explained his intentions, and without explaining too much, he whipped his horse and chased after him.
Wei Chigong suddenly realized that the Son of Heaven was going to Zhang Fei's life today, so he stopped talking and hurriedly followed.
The imperial flag of the Great Wei flew in front, and the golden light and shadow led the thousands of troops of the Great Wei to ride around, bypass the imperial city, kill out of the north gate, and chase Zhang Fei away.
In the palace, those palace maids and eunuchs had already panicked into a pot of porridge, like headless flies, rushing around, thinking that the Wei army would soon enter the palace and take their lives.
In the east corner of the palace, in the dim attic, a black-robed man wrapped in a golden fire cloud pattern was as calm as ice, and his eyes were deep in darkness, shining with a cold cold light.
He was like a ghost, floating in front of the half-open window, coldly looking down at the Wei army surging in front of the palace gate.
His eagle-like sharp and cold eyes, as if able to ignore the darkness, instantly locked onto the golden figure of the potter.
When he saw that the potter did not enter the palace, but bypassed the imperial city and went out towards the north gate, a trace of strange color flashed in his cold eyes, and he muttered: "He didn't rush into the palace" Behind him, there was a sudden sound of broken footsteps, and he pressed the long sword hanging from his waist like a flashlight, and the next second, he immediately put it down.
It's as if even if he doesn't look back, he can feel the footsteps behind him, whether there is a threat.
"He didn't enter the palace right away, it seems that your plan to kill him, big brother, is about to fail."
A woman's voice rang out behind the black-robed man.
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