Dong'e County, late at night.

Under the cover of night, 700 archers and 1,400 infantry took refuge in the forest in several echelons.

On the official road, there was a slight muffled sound of horses' hooves, and more than a thousand cavalry wandered out from both sides, covering the flanks of archers and infantry in the night wind.

Nervousness was written on the young faces of the forest, and every neighing of the horses under their crotches made people's hearts rise to their throats.

Five miles outside the county seat, there was silence in the camp of the Yellow Turban thieves led by Wang Du.

Time flows in the sound of people's breathing, three watches.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and suddenly several torches suddenly lit on the northwest corner of Dong'e County, and the flames swayed in the wind, which seemed insignificant.

Cheng stood solemnly on the city wall with a torch, and the night wind ruffled the ends of his hair.

'Captain Changshui, you must come as promised. Despite the news of the Northern Army's help, it was still not a simple matter to persuade the people to defend the city or even attack, and Cheng Li took a lot of effort to gain the trust of the thousands of people behind him.

Moreover, Yang Feng did not meet with the big surname clan when he went to Quqiu Mountain, which made those people have a lot of complaints about Cheng Li. If the horse doesn't come......

"Mr. Cheng, did you say that the Han army came back?"

Behind Cheng Li, stood Xue Gongcao, the big surname of Dong'e County. If it weren't for him, Cheng Li would not have been able to gather so many people to participate in tonight's action with his own appeal, and the two of them persuaded thousands of people under great pressure, because of the pressure, both of them were not easy.

"Yes!" Cheng Li turned his head and looked at Xue Gongcao intently and said, "I will definitely come!" ”

His words were full of determination, but in his heart he asked himself: Is it really back?

He himself didn't know.

He was more skeptical than Xue Gongcao that Yang Feng would lead the army to Captain Changshui.

Time slipped away in the breath, and it was dark outside the city except for the Yellow Turban Camp, where was there a reinforcement, the people on the city turned their heads softly, and Cheng Li's heart was a little chaotic.

"Mr. Cheng, let's withdraw, there are no reinforcements, but what do I and the people do to fight Wang Du."

"Ugh." Cheng Li sighed heavily, maybe the reinforcements won't come back. He said, "No, even if there are no reinforcements, I can fight with the Yellow Turbans outside the city if I wait for the distance from the city, they do not have the fighting spirit of the alleged king, and it should not be difficult to drive them away." ”

Xue Gongcao frowned and said, "But in this way, there are many dead and injured people, so it is better to let them leave with the looted wealth." At least it's alive. ”

Cheng Li was about to say something more to persuade Xue Gongcao, and suddenly, the people behind him pointed to the outside of the city and said, "Fire, fire!" ”

Cheng Li hurriedly turned his head and looked at it to see if it was a torch in the middle of the forest in the distance, this was not the signal of the Han army. Cheng Li immediately shouted: "Reinforcements have arrived, smash!" ”

Although Cheng Li is now over forty years old, he is especially confident, and he took the lead in pulling up a longbow and shooting arrows downwards with a loud shout. Then the people picked up sheep, stones, rolling wood, and axes and smashed them into the thieves' grain village outside the city.

For a while, there was a loud shout of killing on the city wall, and hundreds of clan soldiers with weapons opened the city gate under the leadership of Cheng Wu and rushed towards the Yellow Turban Grain Village outside the city.

The Yellow Turban rebels guarding the grain village had already seen the fire on the city, but they didn't care about it at first with a few torches, but then hundreds of people suddenly attacked and caught them off guard, followed by a burst of shouting, but in a moment, thousands of Yellow Turban men came out of the camp and rushed towards the people out of the city.

They were not afraid of the people of the city, but it would be a bad thing to let the people who came out of the city gate to steal their food.

The Yellow Turban men rushed out of the camp, and when they saw that it was only a group of people with weapons who rushed out of the city, they were relieved and immediately rushed forward.

These people, like them, have no armor, no crossbows, just a group of people, and their equipment is not even as good as theirs, at least they burned down the arsenal under the leadership of Wang Du, and the weapons of which were all the choice of the moment.

Cheng Wu was still dressed in a scarf, the hem of his Confucian robe was tied around his waist, and he ran with a ring knife and ran in front of the battle, and the two hundred steps Cheng Wu crossed the ring knife and shouted: "The archer releases the arrow!" ”

Among the hundreds of people, hundreds of people immediately ran with hunting bows for more than ten steps to shorten the distance between the two sides, and the hunting bows shot out towards the front with oblique fingers.

Immediately after the more than 100 archers shot an arrow, hundreds of people rushed in front of them, and the bow and arrow were shot out again.

Two rounds of arrows, shooting nearly three hundred arrows, Cheng Wu then shouted: "Set up a shield, charge!" ”

Hundreds of torches suddenly lit up on the top of the city, and the shouts and lights outside the city painted a picture.

There were more than 1,000 Yellow Turban thieves who rushed out of the two camps, and the 300 arrows only killed and injured nearly 100 Yellow Turban thieves. Unable to inflict substantial damage, the people of Dong'a had no choice but to charge out with wooden shields and bamboo spears towards the enemy who was far outnumbered by themselves.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves outside the Yellow Turban camp suddenly exploded, and hundreds of rockets flew out of the sky and shot directly at the camp.

Two horses rushed out from both sides of the village like flowing water, and a cavalry went straight to Cheng Wu's place to gallop to help, and for the first scarfaced young man in red armor, he spread the reins and ran out with his legs to control the horse, and threw three spears in chains, each of which pierced the yellow turban man. The cavalry behind him shouted and charged, and hundreds of crossbows were fired horizontally, and the Yellow Turban thieves fell like wheat harvesting.

The other group of men and horses was led by a long-haired general, and the infantry quickly blocked the gates of the camp and did not fight with the thieves, and then hundreds of archers shot with arrows to set fire, and in a moment the camp built of giant trees ignited a raging fire, and the yellow turban thieves no longer stuck to the camp and ran out to kill but were not the opponents of the Han army, not to mention which one could still be like water under the scorching fire, and the army's heart was in chaos.

Cheng Li, who was standing in the wind at the head of the city, clasped the city wall with his hands, he watched the Han army gradually strangle Wang Du's chaotic army in an orderly manner, and his wide eyes reflected the raging fire of the camp.

Looking at the blood-red Han army outside the city fighting in the enemy formation, it seems that going back to 20 years ago, the Qiang rebellion was huge, and the smoke was constantly in various places.

He didn't have the slightest fear, even though he was a mile away from the battlefield, the smell of fireworks mixed with cooked meat was disgusting, even if his son was in the middle of the battlefield wielding a ring knife to kill the enemy. The elite of the Han army is like this, why worry about the thief chief not dying?

The career of Rong Ma will always stop, and the smoke and war will not last forever, but those lives will always be remembered.

Cheng Li, who is forty-three, gave up his career as a horse warrior twenty years ago, and gave up the idea of becoming a hero ten years ago, but looking at the young Cheng Wu is like a shadow of his youth.

Pulling his heartbeat, there is a son like this, what more can a husband ask for!