"Hold the ferry to the death!"
After both sides exchanged a volley of arrows, the Sun soldiers charged into the Cao Army with bloodshot eyes, and fierce hand-to-hand fighting erupted in an instant!
Yet however stubbornly they resisted, the disparity in numbers was simply too great. Before long, the Cao Army broke through the defensive line they had built.
Seeing this, Lü Meng and Xu Sheng both joined the battle, leading their soldiers into a desperate clash with the Cao Army.
Soldiers fell constantly. Blood flowed into the Yangtze River, staining the waters along the bank red, and the stench of blood filled the air.
There was no suspense whatsoever about the outcome of this battle.
The Sun Army held out for only an hour. More than seventeen hundred soldiers either died fighting or broke and scattered, leaving only a dozen or so personal guards beside Lü Meng.
"Lay down your weapons, and I'll spare your lives!"
Yue Jin led his troops in driving Lü Meng and the other remnants to the bank of the Yangtze. Blood dripped from his long saber as he spoke, brimming with murderous intent.
Lü Meng's armor was shattered, and seven or eight wounds of varying sizes covered his body. He was almost entirely drenched in blood.
Yet when he heard Yue Jin's words, he burst out laughing, then said with a savage grin, "We sons of Jiangdong have no cowards who cling to life and fear death! If you want to fight, then fight! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Yue Jin sneered. "You stooped to a dirty trick like the White-Clad Crossing of the River, and now you want to play the hero before me? You're nothing but a pack of shameless rats!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Lü Meng's eyes widened in fury