Who put the yellow robe on me?

The Western Regions troops advanced to the gate of Xiliang City in a mighty and aggressive manner. The sound of iron hooves shook the earth like thunder, and dust rolled. The entire battlefield was filled with an oppressive and tense atmosphere.

The leader was General Mammon, who had fought with Jiang Chen a few days ago. He sat high on his warhorse, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at the top of the city wall, as if he could see every subtle expression of the enemy through the city wall.

General Mammon approached the Western Region envoy and sneered, "I've said it before, the peace talks are just a trick to delay time. Look, Lord Ji, do you think they will really surrender? Right now, they are preparing to burn down our food and fodder camp. Fortunately, I discovered it in time."

Lord Ji, the Western Regions envoy standing next to General Mammon, had a gloomy expression and flickered in his eyes. He was obviously caught off guard by this sudden change.

Hearing General Mammon's sarcasm, Lord Ji smiled bitterly and admitted: "General Mammon is right. I shouldn't have trusted those people in Daliang. They are really cunning."

General Mammon raised his eyebrows, his tone tinged with contempt: "Don't you have accomplices in the city? Didn't they tip you off?"

Lord Ji's face turned even uglier, and his tone was filled with deep regret and self-blame: "Oh, don't mention it! It seems that this time I can only go back and apologize to the king." After that, he sighed, his eyes full of helplessness and frustration.

Seeing this, General Mammon sneered.

He knew that although Lord Ji was good at strategy, he was still dwarfed by those people from Daliang.

But he was different. He liked to fight directly. He rubbed his hands, a cruel smile on his face: "Alright, Master Ji, leave this to me. Since they don't want to negotiate peace, let them see how powerful we are!"

Lord Ji nodded, stepped aside, and handed over the command completely to General Mammon.

"Come on, challenge us!" General Mammon suddenly drew out his sword, pointed at the city wall and shouted loudly.

The sound of the horn shook the whole area, and the war drums of the Western Region soldiers followed, shaking the earth and morale was high.

On the opposite city wall, the soldiers of Daliang held their weapons tightly with solemn expressions. Jiang Chen stood on the top of the city wall, calmly watching the movements of the enemy.

"They are challenging us." Mi Chunhong frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on every move under the city.

Jiang Chen thought to himself that the enemy was strong and we were weak now, and the enemy was provoking us in order to anger the soldiers in the city and force them to fight.

At this moment, Zuo Yongyu stepped forward with a determined look on his face. He bowed to Jiang Chen and Mi Chunhong and said, "Your Highness, General Mi, please allow me to go out and meet them!"

Mi Chunhong knew that Zuo Yongyu had a strong character and was brave in battle, and was a general he could rely on.

Since the enemy took the initiative to provoke him, he could not show weakness, otherwise the morale of the soldiers would be affected. He nodded slowly and said, "Okay, General Zuo, you must be more careful."

Zuo Yongyu nodded in acceptance of the order, quickly dressed in his armor, and holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, he rushed out of Liangzhou City like the wind and headed straight for the enemy formation.

When General Mammon saw Zuo Yongyu riding out on his horse, a scornful smile flashed in his eyes.

He laughed heartily: "He's just a nobody, why should I take action myself? Where is Xuanyuan Hongzhen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man walked out of the enemy camp. He was as tall as a mountain, with broad shoulders, a thick back and muscular body.

His face was resolute, his eyes were wide open like copper bells, and he exuded a fierce aura.

He was wearing heavy iron armor and holding a pair of huge hammers. Every step he took on the ground made a dull sound, as if the earth was shaking.

"General Mammon, Xuanyuan Hongzhen is here!" Xuanyuan Hongzhen responded loudly, his voice like thunder, causing a commotion among the surrounding Western Region soldiers.

General Mammon sneered and nodded, then ordered, "Xuanyuan Hongzhen, go meet this little minion."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Hongzhen rode his horse forward without hesitation, the two hammers in his hands flashing coldly in the sunlight.

His horse was tall and strong, and it was approaching Zuo Yongyu step by step with steady steps.

Zuo Yongyu narrowed his eyes and observed every move of the enemy. He had heard of Xuanyuan Hongzhen a long time ago.

This man has immense strength, especially his pair of hammers, which are extremely powerful. If you are not careful, you will die on the spot.

But he was not afraid at all, instead he became calmer. The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand turned flexibly, and the blade flashed with a sharp light.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly narrowing. In a moment, Zuo Yongyu took the lead in attacking. He suddenly squeezed the horse's belly and rushed towards Xuanyuan Hongzhen. The long sword in his hand slashed down diagonally, aiming directly at the enemy general's face.

Xuanyuan Hongzhen snorted coldly and thrust his hammers upwards, the immense force actually blocking Zuo Yongyu's attack. The two men clashed instantly, sparks flying, and the sound of the swords clashing echoed across the battlefield like thunder.

Zuo Yongyu knew that he was not strong enough, so he quickly changed positions and launched a series of attacks around Xuanyuan Hongzhen. Each strike was swift and precise, as if he was trying to find a flaw in the enemy's defense.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and the scene was extremely intense.

Zuo Yongyu avoided Xuanyuan Hongzhen's heavy blows with his speed and agility, while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Finally, Zuo Yongyu seized an opportunity and swiftly slashed at Xuanyuan Hongzhen's right shoulder. Xuanyuan Hongzhen was caught off guard and although he raised his hammer to block, he was still knocked back by the huge impact.

Zuo Yongyu pursued the enemy with a slash of his sword. Xuanyuan Hongzhen was caught off guard and was knocked off his horse. He fell heavily to the ground and died on the spot.

When General Mammon saw Xuanyuan Hongzhen defeated, his face suddenly changed and he shouted angrily, "Useless! You can't even handle a small minion! Huangfu Songhe, attack!"

Amidst General Mammon's angry rebuke, a short and fat general galloped out on his horse.

He held a heavy long knife in his hand, with a cunning smile on his face and greed in his eyes.

Huangfu Songhe was riding on his horse, the long sword in his hand gleaming coldly. He sneered and said to General Mammon, "General Mammon, please go ahead. I'll take care of this kid."

Seeing this, Zuo Yongyu knew this was another formidable foe. He quickly adjusted his breathing, his eyes still as sharp as lightning, firmly locked onto Huangfu Songhe's every move.

The war horses neighed, and the battle between the two sides started again.

From the outset, Zuo Yongyu noticed that Huangfu Songhe was completely different from Xuanyuan Hongzhen. Although short and stocky, he was extremely agile, and the long sword in his hand was lightning-fast, each strike aimed directly at the vital points, with fierce attacks.

The two men engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield, with swords flashing and sparks flying.

Although Zuo Yongyu had just defeated Xuanyuan Hongzhen, he had to be careful in the face of Huangfu Songhe's fierce offensive. He tried to be precise with every move, but Huangfu Songhe's swordsmanship was varied and extremely difficult to deal with.

Huangfu Songhe's attack was as fierce as a storm. After a long time, his physical strength was severely depleted and his movements gradually became slow.

Huangfu Songhe's attack became more and more fierce, and every blow forced him to retreat again and again.

Suddenly, Huangfu Songhe took advantage of the gap in Zuo Yongyu's defense and slashed down with a knife.

Zuo Yongyu barely raised his sword to block, but the immense force still numbed his arm, making it nearly impossible for him to hold the weapon. He retreated several steps, his breathing erratic and his face pale.

"Hahaha! Boy, let's see how long you can hold on!" Huangfu Songhe laughed triumphantly, waving the long sword in his hand more fiercely. Every blow carried overwhelming force, and he obviously wanted to end the battle in one go.

Zuo Yongyu clenched his teeth, a stubborn glint in his eyes. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, and secretly mobilized all the strength in his body.

At this moment, Huangfu Songhe attacked again, slashing down with his long sword, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Zuo Yongyu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly moved sideways to avoid the fatal blow. Then he quickly counterattacked and stabbed Huangfu Songhe in the waist and abdomen with a knife.

"what!!!"