Chapter 955: Use the same old trick again!

At the same time, at the foot of Qiandu City, Meng Zhang stood in the general's tent, holding the secret letter sent by Su Ye in his hand, and a sharp gleam like an eagle flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that we need to speed up the offensive."

Meng Zhang murmured softly, then turned and walked out of the general's tent. The night breeze blew on his face, bringing a hint of coolness and also blowing away the anxiety in his heart.

Meng Zhang looked up at the Yellow Turban army camp not far away that was busy preparing. He already had a plan in mind. He called out softly, and the personal soldiers guarding the door immediately stepped forward, respectfully waiting for orders.

"Go, call Li Cunxiao."

The personal soldier took the order, turned around and ran away. Not long after, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and Li Cunxiao's mountain-like figure appeared in front of Meng Zhang.

Li Cunxiao, the fierce general who is now known as "Hate Heaven Without a Ring", now has a look of helplessness and depression between his brows.

During this period of time, after he stepped on Nangong Tianxia's corpse and ascended to the top of the World Ranking List, his ultimate martial power had become known to the whole world.

So much so that now, whenever he appeared on the battlefield, all kinds of city defense equipment on the walls of Qiandu, whether it was the bed crossbow or the repeating crossbow, were aimed at him like a target of public arrows, forcing him to be cautious and feel very aggrieved even if he had the courage to defeat ten thousand men.

"Cunxiao, are you feeling a little uncomfortable being a sitting duck in the eyes of the Qiandu defenders?"

Seeing this, Meng Zhang curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile, with a hint of teasing in that smile.

"General, please stop joking with me. This doesn't feel good. Being stared at like this really makes me feel a little constrained."

Hearing this, Li Cunxiao smiled bitterly and scratched his head.

"Don't worry, now is your chance. It's time for you to show off your skills, Cunxiao. Let those guys guarding the city know that even if they focus all their attention on you, they can't stop the iron hoof of my Yellow Turban Army!"

Meng Zhang laughed and patted Li Cunxiao on the shoulder.

"Oh? What's the commander-in-chief's plan?"

Li Cunxiao's eyes suddenly lit up and he was full of fighting spirit.

"What other clever ideas do you have? Just use the same old tricks again!"

"Let the Yellow Turban warriors be the vanguard. They are powerful enough to attract all the attention of the Qiandu defenders. You can take the opportunity to lurk on the other side and look for an opportunity to quickly climb the city wall."

Meng Zhang laughed and nodded at Li Cunxiao.

"Good! Once the Yellow Turban warriors show up, the Qiandu defenders will definitely go all out to deal with them. I can just take advantage of the opportunity and sneak in."

When Li Cunxiao heard this, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Well, Cunxiao, your martial arts are well-known throughout the world. Once you climb the city wall, you will surely cause panic among the defenders and open a gap for our army's subsequent attack."

"Moreover, I plan to pick a special time - when Si Cangqiong or Si Rukong personally go to the city wall to command. One of these two is the last pillar of the Daqian royal family, and the other is an important general who now leads the entire Qiandu garrison. If one of them can be killed in battle, it will be a fatal blow to the morale of the Qiandu garrison."

Meng Zhang changed the subject and smiled at Li Cunxiao.

"Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief, Cunxiao will definitely fulfill the mission. However, there are many defenders on the walls of Qiandu, and that old man Si Cangqiong is in charge. How can I break through quickly?" Li Cunxiao said with a grim smile in his eyes when he heard this.

"I have already thought of a countermeasure. Although Si Cangqiong is strong, he is old after all. It is impossible for him to guard the city wall all the time. Moreover, according to the news from Taipingwei and Luowang, Si Cangqiong and Si Ruokong often go to the city wall to command the battle. That will be your chance."

"Once you climb onto the city wall, you must immediately seize the opportunity to kill one of them directly in battle. This will dampen the morale of the defenders and create favorable conditions for our subsequent attack."

Meng Zhang smiled slightly, looked at Li Cunxiao and said in a deep voice.

"General, rest assured. Once I climb the city wall, no matter if it's Si Cangqiong or Si Ruokong, I will kill one of them to boost the prestige of my Yellow Turban Army!"

Li Cunxiao raised his eyebrows, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Cunxiao, this battle concerns the future of our Yellow Turban Army and the general trend of the world. You must be careful."

Meng Zhang nodded with satisfaction. He knew Li Cunxiao's strength. For others, it was nothing but a pipe dream to fight against a strong man who was at the peak of the celestial realm, or even half a step to the limit of the celestial realm, among thousands of troops. But Meng Zhang believed that Li Cunxiao could do it!

The next day, the Yellow Turban Army camp was in an uproar again. Meng Zhang stood on the command platform, holding a banner, looking at the soldiers below who were ready to go. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Where is the Yellow Turban warrior?"

Before he finished speaking, a dull shout like thunder was heard, and a group of strong men wearing heavy armor and holding huge axes walked out of the formation. They were tall and strong with yellow scarves on their heads, and their muscles bulged, like a group of war gods walking out of hell. They were the Taoist soldiers formed by the Taiping Sect by gathering the resources of the entire Daqian Dynasty - the Yellow Turban Warriors!
As soon as Meng Zhang waved his command flag, the Yellow Turban warriors rushed towards the walls of Qiandu like a tide. Seeing this, the defenders on the walls of Qiandu immediately became nervous, and all the city defense equipment was aimed at this group of unstoppable Yellow Turban warriors.

At this moment, Li Cunxiao flashed and disappeared into the crowd like a ghost. He approached the city wall silently along the route that had been planned long ago, waiting for the best time to attack.

As expected, the Yellow Turban strongmen attracted all the attention of the Qiandu defenders. Crossbows and repeating crossbows were fired at the same time, and rain of arrows flew towards the Yellow Turban strongmen like locusts, but those heavy armors were like indestructible shields, blocking the rain of arrows.

"It's the Yellow Turban Army's Taoist soldiers—the Yellow Turban Warriors!"

This cry was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating huge waves on the walls of Qiandu.

The two guards on the left and right of Qianlong, who were serving as defenders on the city wall, looked at each other with horror in their eyes. They had naturally heard of the reputation of the Yellow Turban Army, but they had never expected that they would personally participate in the siege so soon.

It's only been a few days!

At this time, the Yellow Turban warriors holding huge iron shields under the city wall showed no intention of stopping and continued to launch fierce attacks on the city wall.

At this moment, Si Cangqiong and Si Ruokong appeared on the city wall at the same time. Both of them had solemn expressions and personally commanded the defenders to deal with the offensive of the Yellow Turban warriors.

At this moment, the Yellow Turban warriors under the walls of Qiandu quickly formed a military formation called "Huang Tian Lin Shi Formation".

This formation was created by the Taiping Sect by combining the heritage of the Daqian Dynasty, integrating military formations with Taoist secret techniques. It draws on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathers the evil spirit of the battlefield, and uses the Yellow Turban Warriors as the foundation of the formation, forming an invincible force.

In the formation, every Yellow Turban warrior is a part of the formation. Their powers are interconnected and reinforce each other, just like small trickles converging into the sea, eventually forming a huge torrent of blood and energy.

"drink!"

As a burst of intensive angry shouts rang out, a ten-foot-tall Huangtian Dharma image suddenly appeared. It was golden all over, like the scorching sun in the sky, emitting a blazing and dazzling light. Its face was solemn and dignified, overlooking all things in the world.

(End of this chapter)