"yes!"

At a command, the soldiers split into several teams and charged toward the various roads!

In warfare, splitting up forces is certainly not a wise move, as it means there is a high possibility of encountering a large enemy force concentrated on a certain road, potentially leading to encirclement and annihilation.

but--

This is the Beiwei Army!

With long swords and short crossbows, the two weapons work together to kill enemy soldiers efficiently. Their traditional fighting style is for small teams to cooperate in killing the enemy.

Fighting here is no challenge for them at all!

Soon, the sounds of fighting rang out everywhere, screams and wails accompanied by blood and heads, and the fierce battle became even more intense!

Meanwhile, Gao Shun had already led the soldiers of the Trapped Camp to begin pouring into the barbican!

Inside the city, Zhang Liao led a troop of elite Beiwei soldiers, fighting their way through the city. After an unknown amount of time, they encountered Lian Zhen's army in an open area.

The two armies were a hundred meters apart, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Lian Zhen gripped his long sword tightly, the tip of which was pointed directly at Zhang Liao.

"I, Lian Zhen, will kill you here!" His voice was icy.

Zhang Liao narrowed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and as he slashed his crescent halberd across the ground, he looked at Lian Zhen and sneered:

"Your surname is Lian, and you are Lian Xiaoru's son?"

Lian Zhen snorted coldly, "That's right! My father is General Lian Xiaoru of Annam!"

"And I will add another achievement to the Lian family!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he led his troops to attack!

Zhang Liao's expression suddenly turned cold. He gripped his crescent halberd tightly and drew an arc on the ground.

Then came a loud shout:

"Then Lian Xiaoru is going to lose one of his sons today!"