People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 448: Reluctant Soul
Xiahou Dun couldn't understand why the main force of the Yellow Turbans could arrive faster than Wu Han's reinforcements. Fortunately, he didn't have to think about this problem now, because what was about to follow was a full-scale siege of the city by the Yellow Turbans. He had to put aside all other distractions and lead the soldiers whose morale was already low to fight the enemy.

On the city wall and behind the city gate, the Wei army soldiers have already formed their battle battle formation. Although the soldiers are all terrified at this moment, behind them is Xiahou Dun's supervision team. No matter what the soldiers are thinking now, the obvious threat of swords and weapons behind them forces them to stand on the front line.

Unfortunately, intimidation was only effective temporarily. The soldiers had lost their will to fight and their morale, and could not sustain a frontal battle.

When the Yellow Turbans climbed up to the top of the city walls with ladders and rushed forward, the first reaction of the soldiers on the top of the city walls was not to fight forward, but to subconsciously retreat in groups.

This reaction immediately triggered punishment from the supervisory team behind them. Before the Yellow Turbans could even rush forward, blood burst out from the top of the city wall.

Xiahou Dun roared at the soldiers to charge forward, and while roaring he swung his sword to chop down a retreating soldier. The supervisors behind him also raised their blood-stained swords, and the cold murderous intent forced its way towards the soldiers first.

There were dead zones in front and behind, and many soldiers were suddenly in a situation of not knowing what to do. Many of them just stood there in a daze without reacting, but more of them were still afraid of death, and were eventually forced by the supervision team to turn around and face the Yellow Turbans.

However, if they retreated, they would die, and if they advanced, they would also die.

The Yellow Turbans were unstoppable, and the Wei soldiers, who had already lost their courage, were easily shattered at the first touch. There was no fighting on the city walls, as the Yellow Turbans were simply advancing with great force, and not even a basic fight could be seen.

The Yellow Turbans in the front climbed to the top of the city wall and gained a foothold first, which created conditions for the Yellow Turbans behind them. Wave after wave of Yellow Turbans quickly poured into the city wall.

Xiahou Dun roared, then he picked up his sword and charged forward. The soldiers beside him immediately began to fill the gaps in the battle line. Seeing that the soldiers were constantly being killed by the Yellow Turbans and the city walls were constantly being occupied by the Yellow Turbans, if they did not save the situation, it would be no different from waiting to die.

After all, the personal guard team is different from ordinary soldiers. It is an elite team with the highest combat power in the army. With Xiahou Dun personally fighting in the battlefield, relying on the natural advantages of the defenders, they finally forced back the Yellow Turbans' offensive after a hard battle.

However, Xiahou Dun was not happy at all at this time. The speed at which the battle situation deteriorated was beyond his imagination. Who could have thought that the city wall was almost lost just after the battle?
Gloom shrouded his heart, and he knew that he was finished. Even if he put a knife to the back of the soldiers' waist, he could not force the soldiers to fight seriously.

Perhaps within a day, this Langya will be lost.
In fact, Xiahou Dun was overthinking it. One day was too long. After fighting for only half an hour, there was an explosion at the city gate. The loud noise shook the entire city wall and shattered Xiahou Dun's last bit of confidence.

He knew that this was the Yellow Turbans' method of using gunpowder to blow up the gate, and it was easy to imagine what it would mean if the city gate was broken at this time.

Sure enough, when Xiahou Dun looked around, all the soldiers had terrified expressions on their faces. The loud explosion seemed to have completely swallowed up their courage. Knowing that they were bound to lose, they had no mood to resist at this time.

However, with scimitars pointed at their backs, the Wei soldiers finally collapsed under such extreme pressure.

The mutiny began and they fled into the city in large groups. The supervision team immediately started killing people, but the soldiers were almost crazy at this time and they raised their knives to kill the supervision team.

They want to surrender, they want to escape, and they will kill anyone who stops them!
The sound of the explosion was like a signal, instantly amplifying the soldiers' extreme emotions and causing the entire battlefield to begin to collapse. After the Yellow Turbans broke through the door, they no longer felt any obstacles and entered the city and began to control the situation.

The Wei soldiers dropped their weapons one after another, and either knelt or lay on the ground, having completely given up the fight. The battle ended so quickly that it not only exceeded Xiahou Dun's imagination, but even the Yellow Turbans were a little stunned.

I haven't even exerted any strength yet, why did they all fall down?
Everything slowly settled down, except for one place where people were still fighting hard. That was Xiahou Dun, who was leading his personal soldiers to fight the Yellow Turbans on the city wall. Even though they were surrounded by the Yellow Turbans and there was no chance of a comeback, they had no intention of surrendering.

Unfortunately, outnumbering the majority could not last long. After half a minute, the number of soldiers around Xiahou Dun became fewer and fewer. When he came to his senses, panting, there were only five or six people still standing.

Looking forward, there was a mass of yellow turbans; looking back, there was also a mass of yellow turbans.

Countless halberds were pointing towards them. At this moment, as long as the Yellow Turbans launched a pincer attack, the battle would be completely over. However, the Yellow Turbans just confronted each other like this.

Xiahou Dun smiled bitterly, wiped the blood off his face, then tightened the sword in his hand, mentally preparing himself for death.

Not long after, the Yellow Turbans in front suddenly parted, and a road appeared. A general and two scholars approached. Xiahou Dun looked over and was immediately attracted by one of the scholars.

Anger flashed in his eyes: "You actually surrendered to the Yellow Turbans. If I had known this, I should have killed you!"

Xun You shook his head and smiled bitterly: "General, why do you have to do this? You know that it is impossible to do it, so you might as well accept the reality and save your life. The Yellow Turbans are benevolent and righteous. As long as you have not committed a capital crime and are willing to accept reform, you may be able to have a new life."

Xiahou Dun sneered, and after a while he turned to look at another scholar: "I forgot that you have an uncle who works for the Yellow Turbans. No wonder you surrendered so easily."

Xun You blushed slightly, but soon recovered and sighed, "If Wei still existed and Your Majesty was still alive, the general would not surrender. That would be a loyal act, but now that everything is over, why should the general persist in his mistake?"

Xiahou Dun's face was stern and he was too lazy to speak. He just raised his sword coldly and pointed it at the other party.

After taking a deep breath, he roared "Kill" and rushed forward with the last few soldiers.

Xun You could only retreat to the side with some regret and helplessness. Taishi Ci, who was standing next to Xun You, snorted coldly, raised his double spears and rushed forward, and soon engaged in a battle with Xiahou Dun.

This was not a thrilling battle. Xiahou Dun, who was already at the end of his strength, was stabbed in the abdomen before he could complete two rounds in front of Taishi Ci.

As his body fell, the movement on the city wall came to an end.

When he fell with his head raised, his last thought was his infinite resentment towards Cao Cao and the Kingdom of Wei.
(End of this chapter)