Chapter 803: Ma Fujun easily captured Ruizhou City!

In the tidal wave of the Zhao army's offensive, the three leading generals were particularly eye-catching. Each of them was tall and strong, with a majestic aura, standing tall like mountains.

These three generals were actually the three rhinoceros spirits who were summoned together with the three monsters of Chechi Kingdom in the past - King Bi Han, King Bi Shu and King Bi Chen!
These three are now considered to be the few bravest and most unrivaled generals in the Zhao family's army. The addition of these three people has temporarily made up for the fatal defect of insufficient number of generals on the Gangqi side for King Wuling of Zhao and Zhao She and others.

The leading King Bi Han held a heavy axe in his hand. The axe blade was wide and flashing with cold light. His whole body exuded a light blue aura, which swirled around him like cold fog in winter. Whenever he swung his axe, accompanied by a deafening roar, the light blue aura would turn into a sharp edge that was invincible. No matter whether it was the solid city walls or the armor of the defenders, they were extremely fragile in front of this power.

King Bishu was wielding a broadsword with a long and narrow blade and a sharp edge that shone a dazzling white light in the sun. The aura of the broadsword was a fiery red, like the scorching sun in midsummer, scorching and unbearable.

The last King Bi Chen held a vine in his hand. The vine looked soft, but it was actually very tough. It danced tightly in his hand.

These three generals led the Zhao army and charged left and right in Ruizhou City, and were invincible.

King Bi Han took the lead, swinging the axe in his hand with great force. Every chopped blow was accompanied by a gust of cold wind. Light blue energy spread across the battlefield, like a field of ice, making it difficult for the defenders to gain a foothold.

The defenders who tried to stop him were invaded by the cold before they could get close, their movements became slow, and they were eventually split in two by his axe.

King Bishu followed closely behind, his sword shining brightly in the sun. Every swing was accompanied by a heat wave, which baked the defenders to a crisp.

And as Zhao She in the rear continued to wave the command flag, the Zhao army advanced rapidly.

The defenders in Ruizhou City were already insufficient in number and their morale was extremely low. How could they resist? They were defeated one after another under the fierce attack of the Zhao family army.

As more and more defenders died or surrendered, Ruizhou City's defense line quickly collapsed under the impact of Zhao's army.

Finally, amid thunderous cheers, Zhao's army broke through the Ruizhou city gate.

The moment the city gate was knocked open, it seemed as if an invisible force poured into the city, completely crushing the morale of the defenders.

Countless Zhao troops poured into the city like a tide and launched a final fierce battle with the defenders.

The three brothers Bihan, Bishu and Bichen led the charge, their strong energy raging in the city, eliminating all enemies that stood in their way.

After a fierce battle, Ruizhou City finally fell into the hands of the Zhao family.

The scene in the city was in chaos, with flames shooting into the sky and smoke filling the air.

Many soldiers of the Zhao family army searched the city for remaining enemies to make sure that no one escaped.

The people in the city hid in their homes, trembling, not knowing what kind of changes this sudden change would bring to their lives.

Zhao She stood on the city wall, looking at the chaotic scene in the city, with complex emotions welling up in his heart.

Although the battle in Ruizhou City was won, for the Zhao family, the real battle had just begun.

As a strategic location, Ruizhou's importance is self-evident and will inevitably attract the covetousness of other forces.

If the Zhao family wants to gain a foothold in this land, the next enemy they need to deal with will be the real challenge.

He took a deep breath and looked into the distance. The road ahead was still long. If the Zhao family wanted to rise in this chaotic world, they had to keep fighting and keep moving forward. At this time, the three brothers Bi Han, Bi Shu and Bi Chen, who had been wreaking havoc on the battlefield, also came to his side. Zhao She looked at them and felt relieved.

If it weren't for these three generals leading the charge, the Zhao army would not have been able to capture Ruizhou City so easily.

"Thank you for your hard work, three generals."

Zhao She glanced at the three people covered in blood and said with a smile.

"You are too kind, Commander. This is what we should do."

King Bi Han scratched his head and smiled innocently.

"Yes, for the sake of our lord's great cause, we are ready to go through fire and water at any time and clear all obstacles for our lord!"

King Bishu also spoke with great enthusiasm.

At this time, Zhu Di did not know that Ruizhou had been captured by the Zhao family. He still led his large Yellow Turban Army and marched all the way to his target - Ruizhou.

In his imagination, Ruizhou should be a readily available springboard to help him move north and officially start his journey of conquest in troubled times.

In his eyes, Ruizhou, a strategic location, was something that could be easily captured. It was an excellent stage given by God to Zhu Di to demonstrate his strength and establish his achievements.

The setting sun was as red as blood, sprinkling on the road covered with flying yellow earth. Zhu Di rode on a war horse, his yellow robe fluttering in the wind. The long sword at his waist swayed gently with the rhythm of his horse's steps. Looking at the Ruizhou city that was faintly visible in the distance, Zhu Di's eyes were full of anticipation.

"General Shaoqu, the city of Ruizhou is ahead!"

A scout came running from the front on his horse at full speed, his voice sounding a bit hurried.

Zhu Di smiled slightly and immediately waved his hand, signaling the team to speed up. He was secretly thinking about how to capture the city at the lowest cost and lay a solid foundation for the next journey.

However, fate always seemed to like playing jokes on people. When Zhu Di arrived outside Ruizhou City with his army full of confidence, the scene before him was like a basin of cold water, which severely extinguished the raging fire in his heart and made him feel depressed. The city that was supposed to be empty now seemed heavily guarded.

On the city wall, there were no longer the expected remnants of the Daqian Dynasty, but the flags of the Zhao family fluttering in the wind. The defenders were lined up in neat rows, wearing bright armor and holding arrows, looking ready for battle as if facing a powerful enemy.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the neatly-dressed figures on the city wall appeared particularly resolute, as if they were declaring to Zhu Di: This road is blocked.

Zhu Di's heart trembled, his brows furrowed, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He looked around to make sure that he was not in the wrong place. Ruizhou City was indeed right in front of him. However, it was no longer the piece of fat meat that no one cared about as he had imagined. Instead, it was firmly grasped by an emerging force.

Zhu Di's face was soon replaced by a coldness. His carefully planned offensive was unexpectedly intercepted by a new force in Ruizhou.

This caused an unprecedented anger to surge in his heart. It was anger at having his plan disrupted, and even more so, hostility towards the Zhao family who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere to block his plans.

(End of this chapter)