Who put the yellow robe on me?

The war drums sounded like thunder, and the shouts of killing shook the earth.

Beneath Xizhou City, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the horizon red. The air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder, making one feel suffocated.

Zhong Xiaodan, Zuo Yongyu and Murong Hao stood in an abandoned courtyard, surrounded by dozens of carefully selected elite soldiers, while the remaining soldiers were scattered in different places.

"The signal has been sent. Your Highness and the others should have started to act." Zuo Yongyu gripped the spear tightly in his hand and glanced around vigilantly.

His palms were slightly sweaty, and he felt a little uneasy when he felt the cold touch of the gun barrel.

Zhong Xiaodan nodded and took a deep breath, sensing the scent of blood and damp earth in the air. He could vaguely hear the clamor of distant battle, and a sense of foreboding welled up within him.

"General Annan, should we attack the city gate now? Or should we wait a little longer?" Murong Hao frowned and said in a low voice.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the courtyard gate, and the sound of armor rubbing against each other was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Zhong Xiaodan frowned, thinking to himself that something was wrong.

"Someone is coming, everyone be careful!" He whispered a warning, tightened his grip on the sword, and felt the cold texture on the hilt.

The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of fully armed Western Region soldiers rushed in, led by a burly and gloomy-faced deputy general.

There was a smug gleam in his eyes and a sneer on his lips.

"Haha, it's true that after searching for a needle in a haystack, I finally found it without any effort." The deputy general's voice was hoarse and low, with a biting chill.

He glanced at Zhong Xiaodan and the other two, then looked at the soldiers behind him and continued, "General Mammon asked me to patrol various places, but I didn't expect to find you evil thieves from Daliang."

The surrounding soldiers quickly surrounded them, their swords flashing coldly in the firelight. The tension in the air was suffocating, as if even breathing had become difficult.

A sentry quickly walked up to the deputy general and reported respectfully: "Sir, a secret passage has been discovered in a ruined courtyard."

Murong Hao's face suddenly changed when he heard this, his eyes filled with self-blame and shame. He walked over to Zhong Xiaodan and whispered, "General Annan, it was my negligence. The door to the secret passage was not closed tightly, so they discovered it."

Zhong Xiaodan's heart sank, but at this moment he was too busy to blame her. He said sternly, "Let's talk about this later. The most important thing is to save your life."

The deputy general smiled triumphantly and waved his long sword: "You little thieves from Daliang, why don't you surrender? Give me your lives!"

The Western Region soldiers roared deafeningly and charged towards them. Amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, the battle erupted in an instant.

"It depends on whether you have the ability!" Zhong Xiaodan snorted coldly and rushed forward with his sword. His swordsmanship was exquisite and his body was agile, like a nimble cheetah.

A hint of surprise flashed in the deputy general's eyes. He didn't expect that the other party's martial arts skills were so high.

He sneered, "Some skills, but not much!"

The two men's swords collided, making a loud "clang" sound and sparks flying.

Zhong Xiaodan felt the powerful force from the other party and his arm felt slightly numb, but he did not retreat. Instead, he became more focused.

Zuo Yongyu and Murong Hao also engaged the enemy separately. Although their soldiers were few in number, they were all elite and well-trained. Facing the overwhelming number of Western Region soldiers, they were undaunted and fought fiercely.

The air was filled with the sound of metal clashing and the shouts of soldiers fighting. The only sound seemed to be the clang of swords clashing. In the light of the fire, everyone's faces looked particularly resolute.

However, as time went on, reinforcements from the Western Regions continued to arrive in the city. Their numbers grew larger and larger, and they surged towards Zhong Xiaodan and the others like a tide.

Zhong Xiaodan felt his strength gradually dwindling, sweat oozing from his forehead and trickling down his cheeks. His breathing became rapid, his throat dry, and his nose filled with the smell of blood and fireworks.

"We are too few in number. We must find a way to delay time and wait for His Highness and his men to break through the city gate." He thought to himself.

At this moment, a scout from the Western Regions hurried to the deputy general and reported anxiously, "Deputy General, this is bad! General Mammon asked you to transfer these soldiers to guard the city gate. The gate is about to be lost!"

Upon hearing this, the deputy general's expression suddenly changed, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes. He knew in his heart that if the city gate was breached, Xizhou City would definitely be in danger.

"Damn it!" He cursed with gritted teeth, his eyes becoming even colder.

He looked at Zhong Xiaodan and said coldly, "Looks like I have to make a quick decision!"

His offensive speed suddenly increased, his sword skills became sharp, and every move was deadly.

Zhong Xiaodan felt the pressure from the other party and his heart tightened.

"Focus on defense and delay time!" He loudly reminded Zuo Yongyu and Murong Hao beside him.

The three of them worked in perfect harmony, gradually switching from offense to defense. They took advantage of the terrain, constantly changing positions to delay as much time as possible.

The surrounding Daliang soldiers also fought desperately. They knew that if they could delay a little longer, they would have a better chance of survival.

Seeing their stubborn resistance, the deputy general grew increasingly anxious. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he brandished his long sword with great vigor.

"You ants are so difficult to deal with!" he roared, with a hint of hysteria in his voice.

Zhong Xiaodan responded calmly, but he was secretly anxious. He felt his strength rapidly draining away, and his legs were a little weak, but he knew that he must not collapse at this moment.

Zuo Yongyu thrust his spear forward, forcing back several approaching enemies. His arms began to ache, but he persisted.

Murong Hao's heart was filled with remorse, but also with determination. He gritted his teeth, brandished his two swords, and fought the enemy.

The battle dragged on, time seemed to stretch on forever, and every second seemed to test their will and strength.

Suddenly, a deafening cry of killing came from afar, accompanied by the roar of collapsing city walls. A raging fire ignited in the sky, illuminating the night sky red.

"It's Your Highness! Your Highness and the others are attacking!" Zuo Yongyu shouted excitedly with a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

Zhong Xiaodan also saw the fire in the distance and felt relieved.

He turned to the deputy general and said, "It seems that your end has come."

The deputy general looked back and saw the chaos at the city gate. His face suddenly turned pale. His hands trembled and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could our General Mammon be defeated!" He muttered to himself, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

Zhong Xiaodan seized the opportunity and swung his sword at the deputy general. The opponent hastily blocked and had lost his previous momentum.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" the deputy general shouted and turned to escape.

"We can't let him get away!" Murong Hao shouted, preparing to chase after him.