The tragic siege battle kicked off with the Han soldiers finally rushing to the side of the Changshe city wall and began to erect the ladder, and the soldiers carrying the ladder finally rushed to the city wall under the protection of the surrounding soldiers, and the long ladder leaned against the city wall with the efforts of the soldiers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the erection of the ladder, the elite of the Han army, who had been waiting for a long time, bit the Pu knife in their mouths, raised the round shield that could protect their bodies with their left hand, and began to climb the ladder. In this way, the elite of the Han army attacked the city wall in the face of the rain of arrows of the Yellow Turban Army.

"The ladder of the Han army is set up on the city wall, and the rolling stones and sassalwoods are released!" The yellow turban general who watched the cloud ladder set up the city wall gave an order to the soldiers, "The fire oil is poured on the cloud ladder, and the gold juice is smashed along with the rolling stone and the sassal wood!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had been waiting on the city wall for a long time, immediately smashed these things used to defend the city into the Han soldiers on the side of the city wall, and the sassagne wood smashed into a Han sergeant with a shield on his head, and the sassagne with huge kinetic energy smashed the Han sergeant who had climbed a third to the ground while piercing into the shield.

The yellow turban soldier with a bow and arrow in his hand picked up the arrows wrapped in cloth from the brazier, lit the arrows in the brazier, and shot them at the ladders stained with oil.

The ladder that was hit by the rocket immediately burst into flames, and several Han soldiers with fire oil on their bodies also burned, turning into humanoid torches and falling to the ground screaming, wailing constantly.

The rolling stones that fell from the city wall smashed into the gaps in the shield formation formed by the Han soldiers holding their shields high on their heads to defend against the rain of arrows of the Yellow Turban Army, and most of the soldiers who were hit by the rolling stones were directly stoned to death, and a small number of soldiers were smashed into serious injuries and fell to the ground.

When the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall released a rain of arrows again, the soldiers under the city wall who were seriously injured and kept screaming turned into hedgehogs.

The gold juice was also poured on the bodies of the Han soldiers, and the uninjured soldiers only felt the stench, but the wounded soldiers fell to the ground one after another, covering their rotten but extremely itchy wounds while screaming and rolling on the ground, dying in great pain.

The burning ladder was gently pushed by the Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall with their shields and fell to the ground with a bang. The second group of ladders then rushed out of the large array, and only rushed to the city wall under the protection of the soldiers with shields.

Looking at the ladder team that was gradually approaching the city wall, a yellow turban wrestler raised a rolling stone in both hands and threw it towards the ladder team in front of him. The huge falling stone smashed precisely into the middle of the ladder, and the rolling stones that turned the ladder into two did not lose its remaining strength, and only stopped after squashing another soldier who did not have time to escape.

With the passage of time, most of the rolling stones and sandalwood in Chosha Castle have been used, and the fire oil and gold juice have all been exhausted. Zhang Bao, who was standing on the city wall and covering his nose, said after hearing the report of the soldiers in front of him, "If the gold juice is gone, it's gone, don't get it, it really stinks." Send people to tear down the houses of the rich men to replenish the rolling stones. ”

The face of the soldier was full of hesitation, "General, the golden juice is a sharp weapon for us to defend the city, let's continue to use it to defend the city." ”

"I said no, no, if you really want to splash something, then you can boil some boiling water. Now bring someone to demolish the house of the rich. Otherwise, there will really be nothing to use to smash those besieging Han troops in a while. ”

"Yes, I'll go now. Thinking of the urgency of the war, the soldiers immediately walked down the city wall with a group of Yellow Turban soldiers. The demolition work in the castle began.

As the siege continued, it was not only the various materials that were lost, but also the physical strength of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the frequency of the Yellow Turban soldiers throwing rolling stones and sassals that were gradually exhausted also slowed down. The Han soldiers, who were not in the cloud ladder and had losses, finally killed the wall defended by the Yellow Turban Army.

The rushing car, which had been moving slowly, also arrived at the city gate in the face of the rocket rain, and the Han soldiers stopped pushing the rushing car one after another, and instead gathered the handles on both sides of the huge crashing wood, and began to push the crashing wood to hit the city gate.

A yellow turban soldier with a panicked face ran up the city wall and said in front of Zhang Bao, "General, the rushing car of the Han army has begun to hit the door!"

"Don't panic, I've already prepared a gift for the officers and soldiers. There was absolutely no way for them to break through the gates. You just have to see everything here, and then let them come up and defend the walls. Following Zhang Bao's words, a yellow turban wrestler took out a wooden barrel from the city tower and walked to the center of the city gate, smashing it into the Han army's rushing car.

When the thick black liquid appeared in the eyes of the soldiers near the rushing car through the hole in the wooden barrel, the commander in charge of the Han army shouted hoarsely, "Fire oil! Disperse!" At the same time, a small flame flew from Zhang Bao's hand to the fire oil all over the rushing car. The fire that ignited in an instant made the rush car scrapped.

Looking at the wreckage of the rushing car blocking the city gate from afar, Huangfu Song shook his head helplessly, "The city gate is blocked, it seems that you can only use the ladder to attack the city." Then he looked up at the sunset in the west, "The morale and energy are almost exhausted, and the time for Mingjin to withdraw his troops is almost here." ”

Chunlan, who watched the soldiers who finally rushed to the city wall and was solved, walked to the side of the ladder and pushed away Sergeant Cao and climbed up the ladder. "Get out of the way and follow me. Qiulan, you cover my siege!"

"Okay, then let the Yellow Turban Chaos Party see the strength of the Cao family. Qiulan, who pulled an arrow from the quiver behind her back, shot an arrow to death a Yellow Turban soldier who was about to throw a piece of wood, "You just have to climb up, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers who want to attack you will be dealt with by me." ”

"Qiulan is as reliable as ever. Looking at the corpse of the Yellow Turban soldier who had fallen to the ground, Chunlan sped up her climbing.

The successive deaths of soldiers made a Yellow Turban elite who sensed that something was wrong to look down, and then found Chunlan who was climbing, and quickly shouted, "There are generals here, uh." Before he could finish his sentence, he fell from the city wall with a look of disbelief holding his throat that had been pierced by Qiulan's arrow.

Although he didn't finish his words, the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall still knew what he wanted to express, and the two Yellow Turban wrestlers and a team of Yellow Turban elites immediately came to the city wall attacked by the Cao army to strengthen the defense of this area, but all the Yellow Turban soldiers who wanted to throw rolling stones and sassal wood near the edge of the city wall were all solved by Qiulan standing outside the city wall.

When another yellow turban elite was bold enough to throw the wood, he touched behind him, and Qiulan, who wanted to draw out the arrows, found that there were no arrows left in his quiver, so he had to shout loudly, "Chunlan, be careful." ”