The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Tang Tao, standing below the city, frowned upon hearing this, but he didn't think too much about it. The two sides were only 130 paces apart, and he was wearing cloth armor, so he wasn't afraid of even firearms.

So he spurred his horse forward three steps, raised the token in his hand again, and shouted at the soldiers on the city wall!

"Open the city gates right now! I really have military duties to attend to. If you delay them, you'll all lose your heads!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Tao felt numb all over. He immediately twisted his body to the limit, but it was still too late.

There was a whoosh.

A plum blossom needle-shaped arrow pierced through Tang Tao's helmet, the arrowhead penetrating the back of his head. Tang Tao fell off his horse with a thud.

His face before he died still showed a look of surprise; he couldn't believe that someone could hit him from 130 paces.

"The general has been shot by an arrow!"

"A sneak attack! This is a sneak attack!"

"The general is dead! The general is dead!"

Tang Tao's personal guards rushed forward to protect him, and soon cries of alarm rang out. The hundred-man guard team was thrown into chaos.

At this moment, Li Yong on the city wall was in the Li shooting posture, but the armor-piercing arrow in his hand had disappeared.

It was obvious that Li Yong had shot that arrow.

"Commander Li is incredibly brave!"

Upon seeing this, Niu Er, who was handing Li Yong the bow and arrows, immediately began to flatter him, even deciding in his heart that he would follow Li Yong for the rest of his life.

With such fighting prowess and meticulous attention to detail, this achievement will surely propel him to great heights; he'll either become a marquis or a high-ranking general in the future.

Li Yong shook his wrist and let out a long sigh of relief.

He sighed inwardly: "Thank goodness I didn't mess it up."

He then gave the order.

"Move all the stones and timber from inside the pass up here, and at the same time, heat the oil in the woks to prepare for the rebel attack!"

"Hooray! Victory!"

Inspired by Li Yong's archery skills, the soldiers at the pass were in high spirits, and they all shouted "Wan sheng!"

Meanwhile, Tang Tao's personal guards carried the corpse away quickly, and then, just over an hour later, Wang Fuchen's army arrived at the city.

Faced with the death of his trusted general Tang Tao, Wang Fuchen was furious. He rode a yellow horse, carrying a three-meter-long heavy spear, and came to the pass alone.

"Who, who dared to shoot my trusted general!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yong, who was on the city wall, immediately showed half of his body and launched into a tirade against Wang Fuchen.

"Wang Fuchen, when I first came to the Northwest, I greatly admired your bravery back then. I never expected you to be such a fickle person, actually plotting to betray my Great Han!"

"I am ashamed to be associated with you!"

Li Yong was a born warrior; if placed in the Three Kingdoms period, he would be considered a top-tier general, and he had an exceptionally loud voice.

The phrase "a fickle person" and "a traitor to the Han" spread widely, and almost all the soldiers at the front heard it.

The 30,000-strong army was immediately thrown into chaos.

Although most of these soldiers were trained by Wang Fuchen, it was the Han Dynasty that provided them with land and took care of their families.

If it weren't for Wang Fuchen's generosity towards his soldiers, coupled with the reputation of the dead Northwest Hawk, the army would probably have been thrown into chaos by now.

This is also why Li Yong didn't immediately address the soldiers, because he knew it wouldn't be very effective.

At this moment, Wang Fuchen was close to going mad, because he had started laughing and then swung his spear.

"Back then, I fought against the Eight Banners and single-handedly charged into battle, causing Ajige to flee in disarray. Even Dorgon was forced to retreat three times in three battles against me."

"I never expected to be looked down upon today!"

"Li Yong, is it? Dare to come out of seclusion and fight? If I am defeated, you can do whatever you want with me, how about it!"

Upon hearing Wang Fuchen's words, the generals who had rushed over all showed admiration. The title "Living Lü Bu" was not just hearsay; it was a well-deserved reputation.

On the city wall, Li Yong thought for a moment and then roared.

"Bring me my knife!"

Seeing that the crowd was about to stop him, Li Yong immediately reached out his hand.

"No need for further words. If I don't fight, this pass has fallen into disrepair over the years. Wang Fuchen has thirty cannons; he certainly won't be able to hold it. It's better to fight him!"

"If I win, I will be rich and powerful today!"

"If I am defeated, you must retreat immediately, hasten your retreat into the mountains, fight as you retreat, and await the governor's reinforcements!"

Upon hearing this, the centurions were still in a state of utter confusion.

Who was Wang Fuchen?

What chance do they have of winning?!

Just then, a soldier came up carrying a crescent-shaped blade that was over two meters long and weighed thirty kilograms.

Upon seeing the crescent-shaped blade, everyone fell silent.

In general, soldiers use two or three-pound blades in battle, but these centurions only use seven or eight-pound spears.

Thirty catties.

It was heavier than Wang Fuchen's three-meter-long spear.

Li Yong picked up the crescent blade and walked down the city wall step by step. No one dared to disturb him. They knew that this was a top-level general gathering his strength and would never speak before swinging his blade.

As a cavalry commander, Li Yong's mount was a top-class Ili horse, but it was still far inferior to Wang Fuchen's yellow horse.

After all, it's a yellow horse from the Northwest.

It's famously good.

That was Qin Qiong's personal mount.

After Li Yong left the pass, he spurred his horse, and the horse's speed exploded instantly. The tip of his crescent-shaped blade was already dragging on the ground, carving deep furrows in the earth.

As the horse increased its speed from its belly, the long spear in its hand also dragged on the ground.

The two were no more than a hundred paces apart. As the warhorse unleashed its maximum speed, Li Yong had already tightened the reins, causing the horse to rear up. At the same time, he used the sudden impact to thrust his crescent blade heavily under his arm.

"die!"

Wang Fuchen originally intended to take advantage of the moment when they crossed paths, using the length of his spear to deliver the first blow to Li Yong.

Now that Li Yong has stopped, he can only raise his spear horizontally.

Wang Fuchen was a seasoned warrior. He knew that if Li Yong, a general who relied heavily on strength, failed to gain an advantage with this attack, he would be easy prey for Wang Fuchen.

The heavy crescent blade struck the spear head-on.

Wang Fuchen's spear was made of Huizhou ox-tendon wood, which is the most suitable wood for making spears. It was also soaked in tung oil and raw lacquer ten times and then naturally air-dried for more than three years.

As a result, this excellent spear was grooved by the crescent blade, and the surface fibers burst open.

This is like a jujube wood spear.

It's likely that it will be cleaved in two by this one strike.

Wang Fuchen withstood the blow with all his might. After all, he was sixteen years old this year, while Li Yong was in his early thirties. A young man's strength is more powerful than a fist, and his gums were bitten until they bled.

When Li Yong ran out of strength with his broadsword, Wang Fuchen acted decisively, taking the opportunity to swing his spear forcefully, ducking to avoid the blade, and then quickly rode away from the battlefield.

Seeing this, Li Yong wanted to give chase, but the saying "Don't pursue a desperate enemy" applies to the army, while a lone soldier is determined to fight to the bitter end.

Wang Fuchen, riding a yellow horse, looked down at the broken spear. He caught it and casually tossed it backward. Without caring whether it hit or not, he lashed the horse's rump with his whip and fled to the side.

Li Yong was also surprised that Wang Fuchen, known as the "Living Lü Bu" and the "Northwest Horse Hawk," would abandon his gun and flee for his life.

He was almost hit by the gun barrel due to carelessness.

So he shouted angrily.

"Wang Fuchen, is this the style of your Lu Bu, the 'Northwest Hawk'? Even your grandfather is ashamed of you!"