Who put the yellow robe on me?

Huangfu Songhe did not expect that he could still fight back in this situation. He was surprised and barely dodged to the side, but the blade still scratched his armor, leaving a bloody mark.

The two fought again, and Zuo Yongyu tried his best to deal with Huangfu Songhe's crazy attack.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. The surrounding soldiers held their breath and watched the fierce confrontation nervously.

After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, Zuo Yongyu finally found a flaw in Huangfu Songhe's swordsmanship. He exerted his strength suddenly, took a sudden step forward, avoided the opponent's attack, and then turned sideways and slashed from Huangfu Songhe's right side.

The knife was as fast as lightning, and Huangfu Songhe was completely caught off guard. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and before he could defend himself, Zuo Yongyu slashed him in the chest. Blood splattered, and Huangfu Songhe fell heavily off his horse and died on the spot.

Zuo Yongyu stood in the center of the battlefield, panting, still tightly gripping the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, his eyes scanning the enemies around him with a sharp gaze.

His armor was splattered with the enemy's blood and his face was covered with sweat, but his eyes remained firm and he showed no intention of retreating.

"You bunch of losers, you can't even deal with a small minion!" General Mammon was furious, raised the long sword in his hand and killed him.

General Mammon's eyes were filled with ferocity and excitement. He held the knife in both hands and swung it with all his might. Every blow was filled with murderous intent.

Zuo Yongyu, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. His three-pointed, double-edged sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, but each swing was accompanied by a noticeable delay. His chest heaved violently, his breathing was rapid, and his strength had clearly reached its limit.

"Today is the day you die!" General Mammon sneered and suddenly increased the pace of attack. His sword slashed down like a whirlwind, extremely sharp.

A trace of fatigue flashed across Zuo Yongyu's eyes. He gritted his teeth and forcibly raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword, trying to block the fatal blow.

But his arm was no longer under his control, and the blade paused in the air for a moment, as General Mammon's sword was already approaching.

Just as the blade was about to fall, suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air cut through the sky, and a feather arrow came whistling with a sharp sound, heading straight for General Mammon's face.

General Mammon was startled and quickly drew his sword to defend himself. With a clang, the sword hit the arrow head and sparks flew everywhere.

But the huge impact still made him retreat repeatedly, with sand flying under his feet. He took several steps back before he could barely stand firm.

The feather arrow fell to the ground, and the arrow body trembled slightly, obviously with incredible force.

Zuo Yongyu took this opportunity to quickly step back a few steps, breathing heavily, his face as pale as paper.

"Who?!" General Mammon shouted, his eyes darting around him, his fury evident in his expression. He had thought victory was certain, but unexpectedly, a hidden arrow disrupted his rhythm.

At this moment, the sound of powerful horse hooves came from afar, mixed in the chaotic battlefield, but it seemed particularly clear.

A man on a white horse came galloping over. The man on the horse was wearing silver armor and holding a spear with the tip of the spear pointing directly at General Mammon. He was like a god descending to earth, with an imposing aura.

"Who is coming?!" General Mammon stared at the person with eyes as sharp as knives.

The man reined in his horse and stood before Zuo Yongyu, spear in hand. The spear tip gleamed coldly, and he looked majestic, with the aura of a single man standing between a thousand and one. Zuo Yongyu took the opportunity to return to Liangzhou City.

He smiled faintly, with a domineering look in his eyes: "I am General Annan of Daliang, Zhong Xiaodan."

"General Annan?" General Mammon frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "I've never heard of this name."

Zhong Xiaodan smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Then let me tell you something you have heard. I was the one who killed General Sai Zhuo."

As soon as these words were spoken, General Mammon's expression suddenly changed. His eyes instantly became fierce, and he roared through gritted teeth, "What did you say?! You killed General Saizhuo?! You little bastard, today I must avenge my brother!"

General Mammon roared, his voice shaking the heavens, as if even the air was torn apart.

He raised the sword in his hand high and slashed towards Zhong Xiaodan with great force and murderous intent.

Zhong Xiaodan was not afraid at all. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse leaped out with a neigh. His spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, agile and swift, heading straight for General Mammon's sword.

The two men's weapons collided, making a loud noise that shook the earth, and the air waves rolled and the dust flew.

General Mammon's power was like a mountain pressing down on him, but Zhong Xiaodan broke through it with his ingenuity. The spear seemed to have life in his hand, moving flexibly, and each stab he made accurately found General Mammon's weakness.

The two men started fighting in an instant, with swords flashing and sparks flying, and the atmosphere of battle filled the entire battlefield.

"Good boy, you have some skills!" General Mammon sneered and suddenly accelerated the pace of attack. He swung his sword repeatedly, as fast as lightning, and each blow went straight to Zhong Xiaodan's vital points.

Zhong Xiaodan was well aware of General Mammon's intention, so he immediately changed his footwork and nimbly dodged the opponent's fierce attack. At the same time, he seized the opportunity to counterattack, and stabbed out with his spear like lightning, heading straight for General Mammon's throat.

General Mammon hurriedly dodged to the side, and the spear brushed past his neck, bringing up a gust of cold wind.

General Mammon roared angrily and swept his blade across, blocking Zhong Xiaodan's attack.

The battle intensified, and the battlefield under the scorching sun was filled with deafening cries of killing, as if the only sounds left in the world were the clanging of swords and the neighing of horses.

Zhong Xiaodan and General Mammon had been fighting for a hundred rounds. General Mammon's sword was so powerful that every strike seemed to be able to split the air, while Zhong Xiaodan's spear was like a nimble dragon, dodging deftly at General Mammon's heavy blows, looking for every possible flaw.

The battle had already lasted another three hundred rounds, and the two sides were still evenly matched. Zhong Xiaodan and General Mammon were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, but neither of them showed any sign of retreat.

General Mammon suddenly roared, his voice exploding like thunder on the battlefield: "Boy, who are you? How dare you fight me to a draw!"

Zhong Xiaodan panted heavily, a sneer on his face: "I told you, I am General Annan of Daliang! Your fighting skills are only so-so, you can't leave today!"

General Mammon also felt Zhong Xiaodan's tenacity and difficulty. His face was covered in sweat and his eyes were burning with flames of anger.

Zhong Xiaodan was relieved to see that the enemy's attack was blocked. He seized the opportunity and stabbed General Mammon in the chest.

A hint of surprise flashed in General Mammon's eyes, and he quickly dodged to the side, but the spear still cut through his armor, and blood instantly dyed his battle robe red.

After several fierce collisions, the two finally separated briefly, each taking a breath. Zhong Xiaodan seized this opportunity and quickly retreated back to the gate of Liangzhou City.

He knew that if the stalemate continued, he would most likely be dragged down, and at this moment, defending the city was the most important thing.

"Retreat back to the city!" Zhong Xiaodan ordered loudly, and the soldiers retreated back to the city wall.

At this moment, General Mammon suddenly roared: "All troops, listen to my order, attack with all your strength! Kill them all!"

With General Mammon's order, the army of the Western Regions seemed to be injected with new strength. The soldiers shouted thunderously, waved their weapons, and launched a fierce attack on Liangzhou City across the board.

The sound of war drums was like thunder, and the entire battlefield suddenly became more violent. The Western Region cavalry rushed towards the walls of Liangzhou City like a raging tide.

At this critical moment, a sudden burst of horns rang out from the Liangzhou City watchtower. Then, a dense rain of arrows rained down from the city walls, directly towards the Western Region cavalry.

Each arrow flashed with a cold light and cut through the air with a sound like a sharp lightning.

"Shoot!" General Mi on the city wall shouted the order. The archers from Liangzhou had already been on full alert and fired thousands of arrows at once, suppressing the enemy's offensive outside the city wall.