Three Kingdoms: Jiangdong is no longer a rat

Chapter 59 Encirclement and Annihilation
A strange scene appeared on both sides of the south gate of Qian Gonglei.

Inside the city, near the gates, hundreds of Qiantong soldiers were trapped in a small area and slaughtered. Outside the gates, over 700 Qiantong soldiers stood there in a daze, staring at each other, bewildered.

The soldiers on the city wall were only concerned with shooting the enemy troops in the city and ignored these people, as if the world had forgotten them.

After a brief discussion, the four military commanders retreated to the south bank of the suspension bridge with 700 soldiers with grim faces. At the same time, they sent a messenger back to Yuncheng to report to Qian Tong.

At this time, corpses were scattered all over the city, piling up more and more in front of the city gate. Of the eight hundred soldiers who entered the city, four to five hundred had been killed or wounded.

Fan Yi and Han Fu organized their soldiers several times to charge into the streets, alleys and even the bridleways along the city walls, but they were stopped by the enemy troops who surrounded them.

Both sides were already blood-thirsty, with only primitive animality left in their bodies, and the only thought in their minds was how to kill the other side faster.

On the street where the two armies were fighting most fiercely, the corpses on the ground were piled two or three feet high. Soldiers from both sides shouted and stepped on the piles of corpses. One side tried to break out of the blockade, while the other side tried every means to drive them towards the city gate.

Han Fu was hit by an arrow in the neck and was lying on the ground groaning weakly.

Several arrows were stuck in Fan Yi's armor, and the horse under his crotch fell to the ground, and he was dead.

"Yan Yi, if you have the guts, come down to the city and fight your grandfather to the death!" He roared to the sky, his voice filled with extreme anger.

Fear and regret were gradually eating away at his heart, and the strength in his body was gradually draining away.

Like a trapped beast in dire straits, Fan Yi summoned the last bit of courage in his body and shouted, "Everyone come here, follow me and charge out!"

The surrounding soldiers moved towards him one after another, and the defenses of the alleys on both sides were also abandoned. The remaining two hundred or so soldiers gathered on the street one after another.

Yan Yi, standing inside the gatehouse, watched this unfold and instructed Fan Yan, "After the enemy launches its charge, have the soldiers on the city wall descend and form a battle formation, then attack from behind!"

Fan Yan was secretly surprised by Yan Yi's significantly improved tactical vision. He called several team leaders and began to deploy combat details.

At this time, eighty to ninety percent of the remnants of the Qiantong Army in the city had gathered on the streets.

Fan Yi's eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard were standing on end. He picked up a wooden shield from the pile of corpses on the ground, pointed the long sword in his hand forward, and rushed forward with a roar.

More than two hundred soldiers followed closely, following their instinct for survival.

The army, trapped in a desperate situation, seemed to have gone crazy, and at this moment they burst out with unprecedented bravery. Every shout seemed to be fighting for the last chance of survival.

However, even if they managed to break through the encirclement, what would it matter? All four gates were closed, and they would ultimately be defeated.

But no one was thinking about this question at the moment, as if only a crazy charge could suppress the fear of death in their hearts.

Fan Yi rushed to the front like a mad tiger. Facing the oncoming spear, he first blocked it with a wooden shield, then swiftly swung his sword to cut off the spear handle. He raised the spear and rushed forward with the shield. The huge force instantly knocked several soldiers to the ground.

Before several fallen soldiers could get up from the ground, he had already swung his long sword and slashed left and right, killing several people in the blink of an eye.

The queue in front of him suddenly loosened a little.

The soldiers behind him shouted and rushed past him.

Fan Yi strode forward, pushed away one of his own soldiers, and slashed several times, killing three more people.

Although his left arm and chest armor were also cut, he ignored them and fought with his life at stake.

Even though the troops blocking his way were elite soldiers, they were also frightened by his desperate aura and felt a little timid. For a moment, these two hundred trapped soldiers actually drove the enemy troops who were blocking them back a hundred steps.

After being trapped outside the city, the elite troops of the Qian Tong Army charged several times but all failed. Now, for the first time, they were out of the range of the archers on the city wall. Their morale was greatly boosted and they charged even harder.

Chen Gan, who was commanding at the rear of the team, saw that the situation was not right, so he quickly picked up a long sword and went to fight Fan Yi in person.

Two burly men of similar builds fought in front of the formation. After just a dozen rounds, both of them were wounded in many places.

At the end of the battle, Fan Yi was determined to perish together with his opponent, and fought with every blow. Chen Gan was gradually defeated and retreated.

When Fan Yan on the city wall saw this scene, he hurriedly urged the Danyang soldiers to go down the city to form a battle formation and advance from behind the enemy.

More than two hundred Danyang soldiers hurried downstairs, lined up, and rushed forward.

However, they did not engage in direct combat with the enemy. Instead, they stopped about a hundred steps away from the enemy. Half of them raised their wooden shields to guard the front, while the remaining one hundred drew their bows and arrows to shoot the enemy's rear guard.

The soldiers in the alleys on the east and west sides also rushed forward and launched attacks from the flanks.

The number of soldiers under Fan Yi's command is decreasing, and the scene of Zhou Yu's troops being annihilated seems to be about to be repeated.

However, the more than one hundred elite Yan soldiers who intercepted the enemy head-on were still unable to curb the enemy's momentum.

Just as Chen Gan's eyes were bloodshot and he was determined to stop Fan Yi at all costs, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him: "Mr. Chen, get out of the way!"

Chen Gan looked back and saw that Xu Sheng had led more than a hundred cavalrymen in formation, with spears and halberds raised, ready to attack.

"Disperse quickly!"

Chen Gan shouted loudly and led more than a hundred elite Yan soldiers who were intercepting them from the front to retreat quickly to both sides of the street.

Fan Yi soon noticed the cavalry in formation and shouted to his soldiers to take cover, but he was still a step slower than Chen Gan.

The soldiers following him were surrounded by enemy troops in the alleys on both sides. They had no choice but to rush forward and try to follow Chen Gan's troops into the alleys.

At this time, Chen Gan's troops had dispersed into the alleys and fought desperately to block the alley entrance.

The remnants of Fan Yi's army were trapped in the middle of the street and in chaos.

Just as they were panicking, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and more than a hundred cavalrymen, led by Xu Sheng, rushed over!

Fan Yi's troops had no formation at this time and were instantly defeated by the cavalry. The last bit of fighting spirit they had held on to completely collapsed in the face of absolute strength.

Fan Yi was quick to see the opportunity and rushed to an alley with fewer enemy troops as soon as the cavalry charged, forcing back several soldiers in the alley and barely escaping.

However, the alley was narrow and it was difficult to fight his way out. Just at this moment, several enemy soldiers rushed from behind. In desperation, he could only turn around with a look of despair and wave his sword to force back several soldiers who were rushing towards him.

Looking around, there were only a few soldiers left under his command.

The enemy troops surrounded him like a tide, trapping him at the entrance of the alley. Their cold gazes were cast on him, making him terrified.

Xu Sheng rode his horse over, jumped off the horse, walked up to him with a knife in hand, and slowly raised the bloody tip of the knife, pointing it at his chest.

(End of this chapter)