Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

Below the city walls, thousands of Qiang, Xiutu, and cavalry from various tribes charged to within about three hundred paces of the city wall before stopping.

Three hundred paces is an instant for cavalry.

If they were positioned too far forward, they would be within range of the Han army's powerful crossbows.

Bei Gong Boyu, along with Xiu Tu Ye, the leader of the Xiu Tu tribe, and several leaders of the Western Qiang tribes, arrived at the front of the two armies.

On the city wall, Zhang Liao held a horizontal sword, showing no fear.

"Should we teach them a lesson first?"

Xiu Tu Ye looked at Bei Gong Boyu beside him and said, "For the past ten days or so, he's been chasing us around."

"Now it's our turn to vent our anger."

"casual."

Bei Gong Boyu's gaze turned to the distant city wall.

Xiu Tu Ye grinned and then waved behind him.

Two burly men carried a huge spiked club to Xiu Tu Ye's front.

The enormous spiked club was nearly ten feet long. Xiu Tu Ye gripped the club in one hand, then spurred his horse forward, arriving within a hundred paces of Wuwei City in just a few breaths.

Xiutu Ye was seen raising his spiked club towards the top of Wuwei City.

"Han people in the city, listen up!" Xiutu Ye shouted, brandishing his spiked club. "Grandpa is Xiutu Ye of the Xiutu tribe!"

"This is the burial place that your grandfather prepared for you!"

"You've been chasing after me for so long, now it's my turn."

"From this moment on, I will personally kill some of you every single day!"

"And you, all you can do is tremble!"

"Anyone who dares to come out and fight me, Grandpa? Let me show you what a real Hurricane Warrior is."

Duel!

As soon as Xiu Tuye said this, all the alien cavalry behind him raised their weapons and shouted.

Especially the Xiu Tu tribe.

A challenge to fight on the battlefield is one that only a brave warrior would dare to issue.

The Xiutu tribe has always revered warriors.

Xiu Tu Ye was not only the leader of the Xiu Tu tribe, but also one of the few warriors in the tribe.

The Xiutu cavalrymen, shouting, raised their weapons and roared with all their might.

In contrast, within Wuwei City, the eight hundred Han soldiers were shrouded in a chilling silence.

Apart from Zhang Liao and Xia Yu, all eight hundred Han soldiers had already anticipated their inevitable deaths.

They were isolated and helpless, and their supplies were almost exhausted.

In this situation, no one believed there was any way out.

Even so, there was no fear on the faces of these eight hundred Han soldiers.

These eight hundred people were all members of the Zhang clan, members of the Zhang clan from Mayi that Zhang Liao brought from Mayi.

Everyone is related by blood.

They are people with whom one can rely on each other for life.

"General, I'll do it!"

"Make me a general!"

"What's so arrogant about that son of a bitch? We've chased him down like a drowning dog!"

"Watch me kill this guy!"

Eight hundred people eagerly stood up to volunteer for the mission.

Standing atop the city wall, Zhang Liao, listening to the shouts around him, smiled broadly and looked down at the Xiutu Wilderness outside the city, laughing loudly as he said:

"Haha, listen to this!"

"Did you hear that?"

Zhang Liao laughed wildly and shouted, "What is there to fear in death!"

"But you can't break the backbone of my Han sons!"

"Someone, bring me my horse!"

Zhang Liao's gaze swept over all the Han soldiers around him.

"My men, watch closely! I'll kill this traitor!"

With that, Zhang Liao headed down to the city walls.

The black warhorse raised its front hooves, let out a long neigh, and carried Zhang Liao out of the Wuwei city gate.

Eight hundred Han soldiers on the city wall erupted in high-pitched shouts.

"The general is mighty!"

"The general is mighty!"

"The Han Dynasty is mighty!"

"The Han Dynasty is mighty!"

Xia Yu, standing among eight hundred people, suddenly had a feeling.

He felt that the emotions that had been calm for many years and had never been stirred up resurfaced when he first joined the army and fought alongside Duan Jiong against the Qiang people.

His hand gripping the knife handle tightened involuntarily.

...........

Outside the city, Zhang Liao stood with his long sword held horizontally, the tip of which pointed downwards as he looked at Xiutuye, several dozen paces away.

He then raised a hand and beckoned to Xiu Tu Ye with a flippant gesture.

Seeing Zhang Liao's arrogance, Xiu Tu Ye roared furiously.

"Die, Grandpa!"

Xiu Tuye, galloping wildly on his horse, raised his spiked club high.

Zhang Liao, on the other hand, stood motionless on his horse.

A hundred steps can be covered in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Xiu Tu Ye had arrived in front of Zhang Liao.

The mace, as thick as an adult's thigh and studded with iron spikes, came crashing down on Zhang Liao's head with a howling wind.

Zhang Liao remained motionless, as if he had been frozen in place.

A victorious smile had even appeared on Xiu Tuye's face.

However, just as the spiked club was about to strike Zhang Liao's head, Zhang Liao turned to the side.

boom!

The heavy spiked club slammed directly into Zhang Liao's shoulder.

The spikes on the mace pierced directly into Zhang Liao's shoulder.

"Haha, kid, you've been scared silly by grandpa!"

Having landed a successful blow, Xiu Tu Ye laughed loudly and mocked, "With just this much skill, you dare to come and die in front of me..."

Before Xiu Tu Ye could finish speaking, he saw a sinister smile creep onto Zhang Liao's face.

Zhang Liao grabbed one of the spikes of the mace and slammed it hard onto his shoulder.

Xiu Tuye was taken aback.

Then pull it back forcefully.

However, Zhang Liao refused to let go, even in the face of death, and blood flowed down his armor, soaking the breastplate on his chest.

"Let go!" Xiu Tuye roared angrily.

Zhang Liao grinned maliciously as he looked at Xiutuye.

Then a flash of black light appeared.

Xiu Tu Ye felt a chill on his neck, and his expression froze.

"That's it?"

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Liao laughed and flicked the blood off his longsword.

puff!

boom!

As blood spurted from his neck, Xiu Tu Ye's head fell to the ground with a thud.

Those eyes never closed until their death.

Trade injury for life!

Just one blow.

Xiu Tu Ye, known as the number one warrior of the Xiu Tu tribe, was killed by Zhang Liao!

puff!

Zhang Liao used force to pull out the spikes of the mace that had pierced his shoulder, and then threw them to the ground beside him.

"Pooh!"

Zhang Liao turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva at the corpse of Xiu Tu Ye that had fallen to the ground, and smiled disdainfully.

Then he raised his long sword, pointed it at Beigong Boyu and all the leaders of the Qiang tribes in the distance, and laughed loudly, saying:

"Have women's bellies made your bones all soft from sleeping so much?!"

"Is this what you call a warrior?"

"Who else!"

"come!"

Instantly, the Xiutu tribe, which had been shouting just moments before, fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Xiu Tu Ye, who lay on the ground, his head severed from his body.

Then he looked at Zhang Liao, who was standing with his sword drawn.

"The general is mighty!"

"The Han Dynasty is mighty!"

"The general is mighty!"

"The Han Dynasty is mighty!"

On the city wall of Wuwei, eight hundred Han soldiers roared hoarsely, as if in response to and provocation of the foreign tribes' earlier mockery!

In the distance, Bei Gong Boyu shook his head with a slight upturn of his lips, then spurred his horse around and walked into the crowd behind him.

What kind of battle of wits is this? It's completely meaningless.

However, the death of Xiu Tuye is not necessarily a bad thing.

At least the Xiutu tribe is now without a leader.

And he could naturally and comfortably take over the Xiutu tribe.

"Attack the city, but only make a probing attack. Don't breach the walls; give them a glimmer of hope," Bei Gong Boyu ordered after turning around.