Huangfu Song pressed the sword in his hand, standing on the city wall facing the wind, his white hair fluttering and his eyes like torches.

A stone flew past Huangfu Song's ear, and smashed on the female wall behind him with a "bang", and the gravel flew sideways, and several soldiers who had no time to dodge snorted coldly, turning into a ball of flesh on the spot, and blood slammed like fog in the city.

The boulder opens the road, the cloud ladder climbs the city, the well crawls on the ground, and the car attacks the door. The rock-throwing truck has come out, and it seems that this good show is about to be staged!

Huangfu Song dusted off the dust in his ears, glanced indifferently at the city, and then at the injured soldiers behind him, and then smiled at the defenders at the head of the city, raised his body and shouted: "Sons, have you seen it? Bocai's dog thief plans to storm my long society, tell Ben Shuai are you afraid? ”

"Don't be afraid!"

"Behind you are the elders of the Changshe, you are their last line of defense, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Good! Since you are not afraid, then Ben Shuai will stand at the head of the city today and watch you and wait to kill the enemy, do you dare to use guns and dance sticks in front of Ben Shuai and expel the thieves from the Changshe? ”

"Dare!"

"Good! That handsome man is standing at the head of the city, to see if you are talking big! ”

"Hehe, there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to fill the king, although the handsome can rest assured, there are just a few monkeys, and they will not be able to jump up to the city in the end!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers stood on the city wall as if they had been beaten with chicken blood and shouted in unison, the fighting spirit was monstrous, and tens of thousands of spears were pointed directly at the sky. Even the recruits who were frightened by the boulder were shocked, tightened the weapons in their hands, and straightened their waists.

The siege has officially begun!

Thousands of moth thieves pushed carts and ladders and quickly moved towards the city wall.

Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps......

The rushing car and the ladder were getting closer and closer, and seeing that it was only about a hundred and ten steps away from the city gate, the small school guarding the city raised his hand and grinned:

"Shoot the arrows!"

Dozens of bed crossbows (1) and thousands of crossbowmen loosened their strings at the same time, and thousands of sharp arrows flew like meteors towards the enemy formation, covering the sky and the sun, like flying locusts.

There was a terrible scream, and the cold rays were inserted into the enemy formation, and for a time there were countless arrows, wailing and screaming, and blood was flying, as if countless cannonballs were thrown in the yellow plum forest, and the falling flowers were like rain and the branches and leaves were scattered, and the moth thieves were suddenly in chaos.

In a few moments, one or two hundred corpses had piled up on both sides of the rushing car and the ladder, and the speed of the Yellow Turban Army's advance gradually slowed down.

Hum!

Bocai rode on his horse, looked at the team in front of him and snorted secretly, with a gesture of his hand, a red flag fell in his bannerman, and thousands of soldiers rushed to the chariot and the ladder with shields.

Thousands of Yellow Turban archers lined up on either side, shooting at each other with their bows while the stone throwers swept in again with stone projectiles.

A beautiful arc was drawn in the air, and the soldiers on both sides shot at each other vigorously, as if weaving cloth in the sky.

As the saying goes, either the east wind overpowers the west wind, or the west wind overpowers the east wind.

After half an hour of back and forth, after the Yellow Turban Army paid for the lives of two or three thousand people, and the defenders suffered three or five hundred casualties, and scrapped dozens of bed crossbows and hundreds of crossbows, tiger bows, horn bows and carved bows, the rushing cart and the ladder finally came to the city.

"Up!"

Hearing an angry shout in the array, the Yellow Turban soldiers cut the ladder cable one after another, and the ladder suddenly flicked the iron hook directly on the city wall, and countless Yellow Turban soldiers jumped up, biting the sharp blade with their mouths, using their hands and feet together, and rushed towards the city like apes.

The colonel defending the city smiled coldly, and the archers under his command climbed out of the battlements and opened their bows to shoot, and countless infantry carried boiling oil and huge logs pouring down.

The sharp arrows are cold, the oil is like fire, and the logs are like mountains.

How can the Yellow Turban soldiers in the city resist?

The arrow feathers came with a scream, and the Yellow Turban soldiers hurried to meet them with huge shields. But sharp arrows are like rain, impermeable to the wind, how can a two-foot shield cover the whole body? There was always a fish that slipped through the net's chest, head, arms, and thighs, and disappeared in a flash, bringing up wisps of blood mist.

The boiling oil splashed everywhere, dotted with stars, and it was even more difficult to dodge, the skin was rotten when touched, and the pain was really unbearable, and the soldiers lay on the ground and shrunk their whole bodies into a ball and lay on the ground, or hid directly under the bodies of their comrades, but there was still the boiling oil that flowed or splashed and screamed loudly, and they wanted to cut off the injured places.

The log rolled down the ladder and rolled down the ladder, and the more it rolled, the more it became more and more rapid, and the momentum swept towards the soldiers on the ladder. The soldiers could not avoid it, and they jumped off the ladder and fell under the city, screaming incessantly. Several logs smashed the ladder and pressed heavily on the soldiers under the city, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

The two cars were torn apart by the impact of logs and collapsed ladders, and the soldiers around them suffered great hardship and broke their tendons.

The stone throwers and yellow turban archers in the distance fought back desperately, the boulders were like cannons, the sharp arrows were like locusts, densely intertwined, and the majestic rain of arrows and stones fell in the air, covering the sky and the sun. Those who were hit by arrows and stones were countless, and the screams were endless, and from time to time soldiers on both sides fell under the city from the head of the city, the battlements, and the ladders.

Zhukov, the famous Marshal of the former Soviet Union, once said: War is a huge meat grinder for junior officers and soldiers.

In half an hour, the corpses under the city were piled up.

Wang Li stood on the city wall, looking at the city like a Shura field, his heart was gloomy, but he also knew that if he fell into the hands of the Yellow Turban, he was afraid that the end would be worse than this.

The battlefield is the battlefield, and there is no room for mercy.

This was only the first wave of the siege, and the Yellow Turban Army had lost more than 2,000 people, seven or eight ladders and two rushing vehicles, plus the two or three thousand people injured before the siege, the Yellow Turbans suffered four or five thousand casualties in this battle.

Although it doesn't hurt the muscles and bones, it's not what Bo Cai wants.

Bo Cai fiercely looked at the Han army at the head of Changshe City, shook the long whip, and was so angry that he couldn't wait to throw all the ladders, rushing cars and unused wells under the city wall.

The leader on the side couldn't bear it, looked at Bo Cai, and muttered: "Dashuai, do you want the sons to retreat for the time being and rest for the night?" ”

"Rest? Do you know that one is vigorous, then it declines, and three times it is exhausted? If you retreat now and attack the city tomorrow, Lao Tzu will spend a greater price? ”

"But? The sons and daughters have already suffered heavy casualties, and the army is tired......" The leader hadn't finished speaking, but when he saw Bo Cai staring at him with cold eyes, he couldn't help but shudder, and swallowed the rest of the words stiffly.

"Well!"

Bo Cai roared angrily, and the four wells slowly pushed towards the city wall, as if the four giant beasts of the desolation were staring coldly at the city head with their big mouths open.

"Well!"

"Well!"

The golden soldiers under the city watched the majestic well slowly advancing, and suddenly burst out with a roar, the sound was like thunder, and the sound was like thunder. The bloodshed and casualties just now made them lose their color and even fear for a while, but Jing Qi seemed to give them great courage again.

Their brothers, their brothers and sisters fell under the city, where the corpses were strewn everywhere, where rivers of blood flowed, where the misery was unbearable, where their brothers and brothers would be, and where they would begin their reconquest.

How can they be cowardly? How dare they forget the deep hatred of this sea of blood!

The Yellow Turban soldier licked the blood from the wound, looked at the city head full of armor, and looked at the indifferent faces of Tieqing, hatred but indifference, as if the city was not standing on the elite division of the Great Han, but at the heavy wheat in the field during the harvest.

The soldiers defending the city were silent for a while, looking at the four wells almost level with the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of phlegm in unison, grandma's, if you let this well be forced in front of you, wouldn't it be easy for the moth thieves to cross the city again?

The well is not only shocking, but also shocking!

The head of the city was full of horses for a while, but the head of the city suddenly sneered, and Huangfu Song chopped the head of the city with a sword, and the stone chips at the head of the city flew, and the sword was cold.

"Sons, didn't you just boast in front of Ben Shuai that you want to expel the moth thief from the Changshe? Why did you admit it so quickly?

The well is made by Mozi of the Warring States Period, which is the magic weapon of the Mo family, which can attack the city and shoot from a distance, but its movement is extremely slow, and the close defense is even weaker. We are the elite of the big man, and a few wells scare you? Who dares to break it for Ben Shuai? ”

"I am willing to go with the commander!"

Seeing that Huangfu Song was in high spirits, talking and laughing, the morale of the soldiers defending the city was once again inspired, and they raised their spears and raised their arms and shouted.

"Haha, kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife? The marshal is the anchor of our army, dealing with such local chickens and dogs, if the marshal is allowed to go in person, wouldn't it exalt their identity! Dashuai, the last general is willing to go! One man stepped out of the crowd and shouted.

Everyone regarded it as Sima Wang Li, the commander of the shooting battalion.

"Do you know that this is going to be a life and a death?" Huangfu Song looked at Wang Li and nodded with satisfaction.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger!"

"If you want to break the thief, you will break their heart, and if you want to break their heart, you will break the well. The moth thief is three times as large as me, and the defense of the well must be a top priority. Do you know that the moth thieves grit their teeth at us, eager to eat us alive, and once the battle is unfavorable, they fall into the camp of the moth thieves, and there is no place to bury them? ”

Of course Wang Li knew, but he knew more about it in history, in the battles of Changshe, Yingchuan, Guangzong and Xiaquyang, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun teamed up to kill more than 200,000 Yellow Turbans, and their goal was to preserve the vitality of the Han Dynasty.

Patting the sword in the box, Wang Li smiled proudly: "Qingshan buries loyal bones everywhere, why bother with the horse leather shroud?" The last general is willing to break a well with Zhao Yun, the second song of the shooting battalion, and ask the marshal to give an order! ”

"Good! The old man really didn't misread you! Huangfu Song glanced at Wang Li solemnly, but his eyes glanced at the generals, "There are still two wells, but I don't know who else is willing to go?" ”

The two of them, the Protector Sima and the Tun Cavalry Captain, glanced at each other, hugged their fists and said: "Deyu is still able to put life and death out of the way, how dare we lag behind?" If the marshal does not give up, the last general is willing to bring a brigade of elite soldiers to the moth thief formation in person! ”

"Good! In this case, Ben Shuai ordered: Wang Li, Zhao Yun, Ji Hong, Fu Xie, you and the other four each lead 1,000 elite soldiers out of the city to meet the enemy. Huangfu Song looked at the starry yellow turban camp in the distance, smiled sadly, and then whispered in everyone's ears: "There are strange changes in the soldiers, and they are not outnumbered. Today, the thieves camp according to the grass, and it is easy to become wind and fire. If it burns in the night, it will be a great uproar. I sent troops to attack it, and it was all together, and the success of Tiandan could be accomplished. You don't need to return to the city after you break the well, and lead the troops to be stationed in the field until tomorrow nightfall, so and so, do you know? ”

"No!" Everyone turned around with their fists clenched and resolutely stepped under the city.

People are sleepless, and the general's white hair is in tears.

The husband who assisted in defending the city had long since left, but the general was still standing at the head of the city.

Huangfu Song threw away his helmet, revealing a head of white hair, gave a standard military salute to the four figures in the distance, took the drumsticks in the hands of the soldiers, and shouted solemnly: "This commander personally beats the drum, and waits for you to do a great deed!" ”

The drums of war were beating, and the general was gray-haired. The drumsticks slammed heavily on the drums of war, like bursts of thunder that shook the earth.

"Big Han!"

"Big Han!"

Listening to the thunderous drums, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were full of enthusiasm, their fighting spirit was high, and their soldiers were raised high, shouting in unison.

"Bang!"

There is still a stone's throw away from the city, the city gate suddenly opens, and the elite of the four thousand Han and horse armies stand majestically in the middle, with swords and guns like frost, and the clothes and armor are shining.

"Brothers, the father and the elder are behind him, and the general is at the head of the city, I will not seek a big victory in today's battle, just to break the thief."

Wang Li looked back at the soldiers under his command, and glanced at Ji Hong, Fu Xie and Zhao Yun: "This murder is more auspicious and less than nine deaths, but we are the elite division of the Han Dynasty, the soul and iron bones forged by hundreds of thousands of blood, even if there is a rain of guns and arrows in front of us, Shura Hell, we are willing to break through with all the brothers, can the brothers dare to live and die with Wang and others?" ”

"Live and die together!"

"Live and die together!"

The gates of the city erupted with a roar like a tidal wave.

"Kill!" Wang Li drew his sword in his hand, and with a shout, four thousand people lined up to rein in their horses and galloped separately, like four torrents rushing out of the city.

The suspension bridge at the gate of Changshe fell to the ground again, smashing up the dust and smoke in the sky.

Exegesis:

(1) Bed crossbow: "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty • The Biography of Chen Qiu": The string is a big wood for the bow, the feather spear is the arrow, the trigger is launched, and the distance is shot at more than 1,000 steps, and many are killed. This is supposed to be the earliest testable bed crossbow in Chinese history.