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The sound of gongs as a warning echoed throughout Linxian Ferry.

The five thousand Wei soldiers finally realized what was happening and hastily turned around to form ranks.

It's too late.

The Wei army was completely unprepared for the Han army's attack. The garrison in Lin County behind them numbered less than a few hundred, and before they could close the city gates, they were breached by Zhao Yun's iron cavalry.

At this moment, all five thousand soldiers were gathered on the riverbank, eager to cross the river, completely unaware that the Han army was attacking from behind.

By the time they remembered to form ranks, the Han army had already rushed in like a whirlwind.

Zhao Yun, wielding his Dragon Gallant Spear, charged at the forefront like a god of war.

"Han soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"

With a thunderous roar, Zhao Yun, alone on horseback, charged into the ferry and crashed into the hastily assembled Wei formation.

Men and horses were thrown about, and blood mist flew everywhere.

Before several Wei soldiers could react, they were knocked down by Zhao Yun, falling to the ground with screams.

One man and one horse, easily breaking through the formation.

Then a large contingent of Han cavalry surged forward like rolling thunder.

In an instant, the Wei army's formation was as flimsy as paper, completely destroyed by the Han cavalry.

The Han army broke through the entire front, and the ferry crossings were lost.

The morale of the five thousand soldiers was already unstable. Once their formation was disrupted, their morale immediately collapsed, and they fled towards the pier like startled birds.

"Damn it, the Han army came too fast! Why didn't that bastard Yang Fu warn me to be on guard against their attack? How hateful!"

Song Xian gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, but had no choice but to retreat with the fleeing soldiers all the way to the shore.

The routed Wei soldiers rushed to the riverbank and began calling for help from the boats and rafts on the river, hoping that they would turn back and rescue them.

The Wei soldiers on the boats and rafts were terrified when they saw the Han army attacking, and they dared not come back to rescue them.

Not only did they dare not turn back, they also hastened their escape to the west bank, fearing that the Han army could walk on water as if on flat ground and chase them across the Yellow River.

"How did the Han cavalry arrive so quickly?"

"Damn it, I should have written to the General earlier and ordered him to leave a large force to garrison Lin County."

"It's one thing if Song Xian's five thousand troops are lost, but the real problem is if the Han army seizes Linxian Ferry, cutting off the only passage for my Bingzhou army to retreat westward to Guanzhong. What about the remaining sixty thousand soldiers...?"

Yang Fu shuddered and didn't dare to think any further.

Sixty thousand soldiers, trapped in Bingzhou, have no chance of escape…

Xiahou Dun, Guo Huai, and dozens of other generals were all trapped and died in Bingzhou.

Having lost 60,000 troops and so many generals, how could Cao Cao possibly defend the remaining two provinces of Yong and Liang?
The State of Wei is finished!
Yang Fu grew increasingly terrified as he thought about it, and he cried out in alarm:

"Quickly, turn back and help Song Xian and his men repel the Han army and recapture Lin County!"

They fought their way back to the east bank and joined Song Xian's five thousand soldiers in a desperate battle.

This was the only chance Yang Fu could think of to turn the tide.

Although the hope is slim, it is still hope.

To no avail.

The Wei soldiers, who were determined to escape back to Guanzhong, had their remaining fighting spirit shattered by the overwhelming force of the Han cavalry on the shore.

No one on any of the boats obeyed Yang Fu's orders; they rowed desperately, fleeing towards the west bank at all costs.

Yang Fu's shouts turned into impotent rage, and no one paid any attention to him.

"The Great Wei is finished! The Great Wei is finished!"

Yang Fu knelt on the deck, gazing at the blood-mist-shrouded ferry landing, tears of despair welling in his eyes.

ashore.

The killings continue.

The Wei soldiers who fled to the riverbank cried out desperately for help from their comrades on the river, but they could not call them back.

The Han army's iron cavalry had already caught up in hot pursuit.

The killing resumes.

Thousands of surviving Wei soldiers were crushed to the ground in droves by the Han army's iron cavalry, as easily as cutting vegetables and melons.

Blood seeped into the river, turning the rolling Yellow River crimson.

"Yang Fu, you bastard, how dare you not come back to save me, you dog!" Song Xian was filled with grief and indignation, roaring and cursing at Yang Fu on the river.

Just as he was cursing, screams of terror rang out behind him, and countless Wei soldiers fell to the ground.

Song Xian turned around abruptly and saw a Han general coming like the wind, cutting through the waves.

"Zhao...Zhao Yun?"

Song Xian's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a cry of alarm, as if he had run into a god of death.

The name of Zhao Zilong of Changshan, the most powerful warrior of the Han Dynasty, is known to all under heaven.

Song Xian knew his own limitations; how could he possibly be a match for Zhao Yun?

Seeing Zhao Yun charging towards him, he was so startled that he was at a loss for what to do and didn't even know how to raise his sword to defend himself.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun, alone on horseback, stood like an iron tower blocking his path.

"Wei dog, prepare to die—"

A thunderous roar resounded.

Zhao Yun's Dragon Gallant Spear, carrying the force of a raging storm, struck Song Xian's chest like lightning.

Its momentum is like a mountain, its speed is like lightning!
Song Xian hastily raised his spear to defend, but before he could even draw his sword, Zhao Yun's spear shadow had already surged forward.

"puff!"

A dull, tearing sound rang out.

Song Xian's chest had been pierced by the Dragon Gall Spear.

With a agonizing scream, Song Xian's massive body was lifted into the air by the Dragon Gall Spear, flying several steps before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Zhao Zilong of Changshan, I am one of the Eight Warriors, yet I couldn't even withstand a single move from him—"

Upon landing, Song Xian's eyes were filled with horror and pain, and blood gushed from his mouth.

With a punctured heart, how could one possibly survive?

Song Xian's mangled body twitched a few times, then lay still, and died.

Zhao Yun was not a bloodthirsty man. Seeing that Song Xian had been executed, he cut off his head and held it high in the air.

"Wei soldiers, listen up! Your commander, Song Xian, has already been executed. Why do you still risk your lives for Cao Cao?"

"Those who surrender to the Han will all be spared death."

"Those who resist to the bitter end, I, Zhao Yun, will kill without mercy!"

The thunderous shout, like a thunderclap, drowned out the clamor on the battlefield, making the Wei soldiers' scalps tingle.

As they struggled desperately, they were all in excruciating pain and instinctively turned their heads to look back.

When they saw Song Xian's head held high in the air, all the Wei soldiers were utterly terrified.

Their remaining fighting spirit finally crumbled at this moment.

"Wow~~"

The sounds of weapons hitting the ground echoed across the battlefield.

The more than three thousand surviving Wei soldiers all threw down their weapons and knelt down to surrender to the Han army and Zhao Yun.

"We are willing to surrender to the Han!"

"Brothers, stop making a last-ditch effort and surrender to the Han."

"We are willing to surrender to the Han Dynasty. Please, General Zhao, have mercy!"

The cries for surrender echoed along the east bank of the Yellow River.

Since the enemy had given up resistance and was willing to surrender, Zhao Yun naturally kept his word and ordered all his troops to put away their swords and stop the killing.

This surprise attack came to an end in less than fifteen minutes.

Flags bearing the Chinese character "Han" were raised on the east bank of the Yellow River, above the ferry crossing in Lin County.

Zhao Yun stood with his spear held high, amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, gazing at the Wei army warships still frantically crossing the river.

"It turns out that Xiahou Dun finally couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to abandon Bingzhou and flee. Unexpectedly, I've stumbled upon the perfect opportunity today, cutting off his escape route to the west..."

Zhao Yun smiled coldly, then swung his silver spear:
"Pass down the order: all troops shall immediately gather provisions and build fortifications to prepare for the defense of Linxian City and the ferry crossing."

"Quickly send a messenger to Jiexiu Pass to report the victory to His Majesty, saying that I have cut off Xiahou Dun's escape route to the west, and requesting His Majesty to immediately reinforce Lin County!" (End of this chapter)