Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

"Kill!"

"Come on!"

The city gate was forced open and the Modao team rushed in.

Although the Zhao army on the city wall began to fight back, they were frightened by the sharp arrows shot by the three-bow crossbows and archers outside the city, and they dared not show their heads.

"Assholes, hurry up and shoot arrows to stop them!"

The King of Zhou, who was commanding this battle, roared continuously and hit the soldiers with the Golden Mace in his hand, trying to make the soldiers stand up and fight back.

However, no matter how he urged, Zhao Jun just didn't want to stand up.

Those densely packed sharp arrows were like the devil who was demanding his life, and no one dared to confront them!

This also allowed the Modao team to speed up and charge into the city.

With the support of the troops behind, the Modao team in front also got their own weapons.

They gathered together, holding Mo Dao in hand, and slashed at the Zhao army.

The swarming Zhao army was unwilling to be outdone and immediately rushed forward.

Suddenly, there was a sound of killing.

The three-meter-long Mo Daos were lined up in a row and chopped down in unison!

The Zhao army infantrymen rushed forward with spears in hand.

"Click~"

The Modao team collided with the long spears, and the long spears were cut into two pieces by the sharp Modao. The Modao continued to fall and split the Zhao army into two halves.

Blood immediately spilled all over the ground, and the pungent smell of blood made the scene look like hell on earth.

It was the first time that Zhao Jun saw such a scene, and he was so frightened that his face changed drastically.

At this moment, Guan Yun rode in on his horse, with many Modao soldiers behind him.

"Kill it!"

Guan Yun roared, swung the long sword in his hand, and chopped it off, beheading more than a dozen Zhao soldiers in front of him.

Such a powerful scene was so shocking that it made Guan Yun look like a god of death.

Zhao Jun had never seen such a scene before. His face changed drastically, his hands and feet became cold, and cold sweat ran down his face.

At this moment, Guan Yun rode his horse to charge, and the Modao team behind him charged forward.

They were like the Yama King from hell. Wherever they passed, there were corpses everywhere and wailing sounds.

In just a quarter of an hour, the Zhao army at the city gate was cleared out.

On the city wall, King Zhou saw that the situation was not good and immediately rushed down with his troops.

But what they encountered were more and more Modao troops, who killed the Zhao army like chopping melons and vegetables, making it impossible for them to move forward.

As thousands of Modao troops entered the city, many places on the streets were occupied by them.

The Zhao army that came down from the city wall lost the support of troops in the city and became an isolated army.

But even so, the King of Zhou still commanded his troops to charge forward.

Upon seeing this, Guan Yun made a prompt decision. He sent the Modao troops to charge into the streets of the city, while at the same time he ordered the infantry outside the city to enter the city and attack the city walls.

The Modao team's swords were too long and not suitable for attacking the city walls, so they had to let the infantry behind them attack them.

The Modao Team was responsible for charging into the streets of the city and cutting off the Zhao army's support.

Under such tactical arrangements, the Zhao army quickly suffered a setback, and the balance of victory tilted towards the Chu army.

Soon, the Zhao army was defeated and could no longer fight their way down the city wall. Instead, they were killed by the Zhao army that entered the city.

"Stop them, stop them quickly!" King Zhou was so frightened that his face changed drastically and he shouted repeatedly.

Although the Zhao army fought back hard, they were still unable to stop the frenzied Chu army.

In just two quarters of an hour, they were killed and rushed to the city wall, where the two sides fought fiercely.

But at this moment, the Zhao army had lost all morale, and some even laid down their weapons and wanted to surrender.

But the Chu army did not give them any chance at all. They killed them all regardless of whether they surrendered or not.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer Zhao troops on the city wall, and more and more Chu troops.

When King Zhou saw this scene, he felt that counterattack was hopeless, and he roared, wielding the golden whip and killing him.

But the number of people around him was decreasing, and he was soon besieged by the Chu army and drowned in the sea of people.

As soon as King Zhou died, the city walls were leaderless and in chaos, and were soon taken over by the Chu army.

Chinese troops outside the city.

Han Xing watched the fierce battle on the city wall with cold eyes. Suddenly, a messenger came on horseback and reported: "General Han, our army controls the east gate!"

"very good!"

Han Xing's eyes sparkled with confidence as he gave the order in a loud voice: "Infantrymen, charge in immediately and support the other three city gates. Try to break through the city from inside!"

At the command, the Chu army rushed into the city like a flood.

After that, according to the original plan, each general led their troops to attack the other three city gates.

Soon, the other three city gates were attacked from both sides, and triple-bow crossbows also appeared at the other three city gates, which greatly increased the pressure on the Zhao army.

Although they fought hard, they were still defeated by the Chu army.

The South Gate, West Gate and North Gate were breached one after another, and more and more Chu troops rushed in.

Zhao Imperial Palace.

The anxiously waiting Emperor Zhao Wenyuan of Great Zhao had already put on a set of armor and was holding a sharp sword.

At this moment, a soldier rushed up to report: "Your Majesty, all four city gates have been breached!"

Zhao Wenyuan's face changed drastically: "This... I can't even hold on for a day. Am I going to be the king of a fallen country?"

"No, even if I die, I cannot die in the palace like this!"

"Come here, pass the order down, everyone follow me to guard the palace!"

He gathered together all the servants in the royal palace and the officials' houses, and joined forces with the imperial guards to guard the imperial palace!

For this purpose, Zhao Wenyuan went to the palace wall in person.

But at this time, the imperial palace was surrounded by the Chu army.

Han Xing looked at Zhao Wenyuan, who was wearing armor on the city wall, and couldn't help but sneer: "I didn't expect this man to be so arrogant that he dared to personally command the troops to resist our army!"

"It seems that today, I will kill the king!"

"Come on, attack the city!"

The three crossbows released arrows at the same time.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" The Zhao army pinned Zhao Wenyuan under the palace wall.

Soldiers who failed to react in time were shot and nailed to the palace walls.

The Modao team pushed the siege vehicle again and kept hitting the palace gate.

"Shoot, kill them, kill them quickly!"

Although Zhao Wenyuan was held down by the soldiers, he continued to roar, trying to resist the attack of the Chu army.

However, the number of Zhao troops was too small, and the number of Chu troops was too large, and they were also supported by three-bow crossbows and Modao teams, making it difficult for the Zhao army to cope with.

As time went by, the number of Zhao troops became smaller and smaller, while the Chu troops were following the front and continued to charge.

Soon, the palace gate was broken and the Chu army rushed in.

"Your Majesty, hurry up, the enemy is coming!"

"I won't leave. I will live and die with the Great Zhao!"

Zhao Wenyuan pushed aside the soldiers around him, drew his sword, and roared, "Follow me and kill!"

At a command, the Zhao army rushed down from the palace wall.

But what greeted them was the Modao Team and Guan Yun's stern face.

Seeing Zhao Wenyuan coming down in person and not far away, Guan Yun's eyes lit up, he roared, and rushed forward on his horse.

"Zhao Wenyuan, die!"

The warhorse leaped up, and when it landed, it slashed with a knife and rushed straight towards Zhao Wenyuan.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

Several imperial guards stepped forward to block Zhao Wenyuan.

"Pfft~"

A knife fell from the sky, and after killing three people, it still landed on Zhao Wenyuan!

"Ah~"

With one stroke of the sword, the Zhao Emperor, Zhao Wenyuan, died!