Inside and outside Xuzhou City, the sounds of shouting and killing resounded throughout the world.
Yang Xiao on the city wall was about to cry.
"Muliangha is dead? Are you kidding me?"
Yang Xiao saw it all when Zhang Wuji chopped off the Yuan soldier's head just now.
He had been killing here for so long, and in the entire Ming Cult, he had killed the most people up to this point, but he never expected that Zhang Wuji would do this.
The morale of the Mingjiao army was greatly boosted, but the morale of the Yuan soldiers had collapsed.
At this time, there were probably more than 30,000 people in Xuzhou City, excluding the Yuan soldiers on the city wall. When these 30,000 people heard the news that their general had died in battle, they immediately became confused.
Muliangha was still on the city wall at this moment, his face turning green with anger.
This was the first time in his life that he had encountered an opponent like Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji's shameless image had been imprinted in Muliangha's heart like a knife or an axe.
Muliangha hurriedly shouted to the Yuan army soldiers in the city: "Don't panic, I'm not dead."
Although Muliangha's voice was loud, it was drowned out by the shouts and cries that resounded through the heavens and the earth.
The attendants around him hurriedly said: "General, you can't stay on the city wall. If you don't go back to the city, the morale of the army will be really disrupted."
Muliang gnashed his teeth in hatred. He took the bow from the guard's hand and a feathered arrow filled with anger flew towards Zhang Wuji like a thunderbolt.
Zhou Zhiruo has been observing the movements around her.
When a white light appeared in her sight, Zhou Zhiruo pushed Zhang Wuji without thinking.
This saved Zhang Wuji's life, but the feather arrow pierced her own arm.
Zhang Wuji was horrified, his eyes instantly dyed red with fear and remorse.
"Zhiruo..."
Zhang Wuji immediately hugged her tightly in his arms.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhang Wuji's bloodshot eyes and knew that his mind was in turmoil. This was the first battle of the Ming Cult, and the difference between victory and defeat was like heaven and earth.
Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and used her other hand to slap Zhang Wuji hard.
"Don't panic, I won't die, I just injured my arm. You are the leader of the Ming Cult and the commander-in-chief of the troops. If you lose your composure, the Ming Cult will be finished."
Zhou Zhiruo's slap really made Zhang Wuji sober up a little.
But he still won't let go of the person who hurt Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhang Wuji looked at Muliangha in the distance with an angry face, but saw that he was also looking at him with an angry face.
The guard next to Muliangha quickly reminded him: "General, go back to the city quickly. The 30,000 soldiers in the city will be scattered without you. Let's go quickly."
Muliangha threw the bow in his hand to the ground with some regret.
He looked at the raging fire on the steps and shouted to the guards around him.
"Hurry, put the corpse on top of the fire and let's go back to the city."
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Muliangha stepped on the corpses of his soldiers and returned to the city of Xuzhou. Zhang Wuji wanted to keep him on the city wall, but every time he tried to rush over, he would be met with an overwhelming rain of arrows.
Zhou Zhiruo still gritted her teeth and followed him closely.
Zhou Zhiruo was in great pain, but she didn't dare show it in front of Zhang Wuji.
"If she lets her man be distracted at such a life-or-death moment, then she, Zhou Zhiruo, will be the number one sinner of the Ming Cult."
The city of Xuzhou was in chaos at this moment.
The Yuan soldiers in the city did not see Murangha being killed with their own eyes.
But what they saw was Zhang Wuji standing on the city wall, holding a human head.
Where is that city tower? It is the highest point in the entire Xuzhou.
If Zhang Wuji had the ability to stand in that place, it would be enough to make the fake look real.
Yin Yewang and others in the city had already arrived near the city gate after a desperate fight. These two hundred Mingjiao masters had long since disregarded life and death.
Also fighting desperately were the Mingjiao soldiers outside the city. This group of new troops showed unprecedented courage.
A wooden stake as thick as a person was held up by dozens of people.
Every time the wooden stake hit the city gate, it would raise a cloud of dust.
The Yuan soldiers guarding the city were already panicking, but what made them even more panicked was that under the leadership of Yin Yewang, the two hundred masters of the Ming Cult were already very close to them.
In the battle with the Yuan soldiers in the city, nearly half of the two hundred men under Yin Yewang were killed or wounded.
But the remaining half fought bravely. They had no other chance. Only by opening the city gates would the living have a chance of survival.
After killing dozens of Yuan soldiers, King Yin Ye finally arrived at the city gate.
He used his shoulders to carry the gatepost on the city gate.
In an instant, the Ming Cult soldiers outside rushed in like a tide.
Among the first group of people who rushed in was Zhu'er.
Although her cultivation level is not high, it is not a problem for her to kill some ordinary Yuan soldiers.
When Zhu'er saw King Yin Ye, she was stunned for a moment. King Yin Ye was also injured at this time.
Even though Zhu'er hated him, she didn't want him to die.
"How are you?" Zhu'er asked worriedly.
King Yin Ye grinned and said, "It's okay, just a few superficial injuries. You'll be fine after a few days of rest."
Seeing this, Zhu'er didn't stay any longer.
The city gate has only been opened now, and the Yuan soldiers guarding Xuzhou are still there. Only by annihilating those defenders can we truly capture Xuzhou.
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