"Enemy attack!"

A terrible scream shattered the night under the castle.

Dozens of patrolling soldiers looked at the fireworks in the air, blooming and withering, subconsciously glanced at each other, and took out the gongs and drums in their hands, "Bang!" Bang! Bang! "Straight knock.

"Whew!"

The cold wind suddenly rose, and a rain of arrows flew out of the darkness screaming like countless death scythes from hell, with coldness and coldness, fiercely piercing the arms, thighs, chests and throats of the patrol soldiers, wantonly harvesting the lives of the soldiers.

The soldiers clutched their throats tightly, trying to keep their eyes open and not to fall, just to see who was the one who had taken their lives.

It wasn't until his consciousness was hazy that he found thousands of hazy and longing black shadows gushing out of the bushes opposite, and the blades in his hands glittered in the faint moonlight, as if monsters were opening their huge lips in the dark night, revealing their cold teeth.

"Drumming! Gather! ”

Hearing the shouts of the soldiers, Bo Cai roared angrily, grabbed the armor and took the big knife, and just rushed out of the big tent of the Chinese army, and had already led the guards to straddle the horse.

Unfortunately, the Chinese tent was two or three hundred paces from the outskirts of the camp, and Bocai and his guards galloped on their horses, and saw nothing but panicked soldiers and the dark night.

No!

And then there are black ghosts, thousands of black ghosts in the middle of the night. The ghost appeared abruptly outside the tent like a black ant colony, holding horn-like things in his hands, quietly watching the Yellow Turban camp.

Seeing Bocai galloping outside the horse camp, the black shadow of the leader showed Bai Sensen's teeth and grinned, and with a wave of his big hand, thousands of horns flew into the air with a whistling whistle, crackling and falling in the barracks, the horns were broken, the liquid was flying, and a strong smell came to the nose.

It's a dog! It's fire oil again!

Bo Cai screamed, and before he could turn his horse's head, he saw countless sparks suddenly burning in the darkness, flickering slightly in the cold night, flickering and dimming, like thousands of wild wolves opening their ferocious eyes in the night.

Hit the trick!

"Withdraw!"

Bo Cai's eyes were cracked, and he wished that he could come a little late, kick over the soldiers around him, turn the horse's head, and run away regardless of whether there was a flood behind him.

However, it was too late!

Dense rockets screeched like locusts in the distance, thundering, like lightning, and like eyed meteors falling on cow horns, hay, tents, and ground soaked in fire oil.

"Boom!" Like a thunderbolt struck the camp, the flames rose into the sky.

The fire showed a hideous face, dancing its tongue unscrupulously, scurrying from east to west, devouring everything, and everywhere it passed, there was no grass growing and there was a mess everywhere.

The fire borrowed the power of the wind, the wind helped the fire, and the cold wind of the hunt did not bring people coolness, but became the accomplice of the fire dragon, with the assistance of the wind, the fire rose against the wind, and in an instant, it moved back and forth like a huge fire dragon, sweeping hundreds of tents.

The flames reached into the sky, illuminating the night of the wilderness, and even the clouds on the horizon seemed to be burning, red and purple, and red dripping.

The cries of pain, the screams, the shouts, the cursing, the sorrowful screams of the horses, the crackling of the flames, all the cacophony of noise twisted in the fire.

It was not only the sound that was distorted, but also the countless Yellow Turban soldiers, who were frantically fleeing in the flames, and they were rolling desperately on the ground.

They watched as the horses, which they regarded as life, broke free from their reins, and galloped, wailed, and fell madly in the camp with fire; They watched as the seven-foot man beside them danced and screamed in the fire; They watched as the robes, who had been talking and laughing a moment ago, were hysterical in the fire, burning into pieces of charcoal.

They could not bear the fear of the fire and the heat, nor the despair of the scorching and smoke, and they would rather die under the sword of the robe than suffer half more before they died.

Looking at the flames getting closer and closer, feeling the higher and higher temperatures, sweat on their faces and arms, and even their hair and skin have gradually melted, their eyes finally flashed a trace of fierceness and sadness, hugged their foreheads and screamed, and pounced on each other.

The middle door is wide open and undefended.

"The flame is red Xiangpukou, and the smoke is turbid. The wild coal is flying, and the sound of explosion in the distance is heard. This is a poem by Li Qunyu in the Tang Dynasty describing the Changsha kiln in Shizhu.

It's a pity that Changshe doesn't have Xiangpukou, only Feiyunpu.

It's just that at this time, Feiyunpu has been flying like sparks as described in the poem, exploding in the distance, and it has become a purgatory. The horses struggling desperately in the fire, the charred soldiers, the clanging tents and trees, and the red clouds and the sky are unbearable to look at.

The corners of Wang Li's mouth were clenched, his arms trembled, and it was this hand that gave an order, and tens of thousands of people were wiped out and buried in the fire.

Although he had already made up his mind to embark on a different path, to create a new order, but with this one hand of his own, he deprived tens of thousands of people of their lives, and he became a butcher with bloody hands, and became a slaughterer like ten thousand people in vain!

Am I doing something wrong? Am I also wrong about the path I have chosen?

Wang Li's eyes were a little dull, looking into the distance blankly, the distant mountains were blurred and the morning glow reflected in the sky. His arms tightened slightly, and a greeting came from his ears like thunder, gently waking Wang Li up from guilt and contemplation: "Break and then stand, don't break and don't stand, Phoenix Nirvana, immortal and indestructible!" Brother, let's go! ”

Wang Li shook his head at Zhao Yun's concerned gaze, patted his shoulder gloomily, and a line of tears quietly slipped and dripped on the ground.

Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil.

Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!

……

Wang Li did not mention the sadness of spring and autumn and the many hardships of mourning the people's livelihood on the side, but Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were very happy when they stood under the city.

Looking at the raging fire in the Yellow Turban Array, the moths and thieves and rats scurrying, Huangfu Song rode on a horse in military uniform, stroked his beard and smiled: "The so-called thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, Bo Cai still dreamed of standing on the head of Changshe City to show off his might, but he didn't want to be drawn from the bottom of the kettle, and he extinguished the moth thief's thoughts with a fire." ”

Zhu Jun swept away the gloom of the past, and his face was full of smiles: "Yes, a few days ago, I still couldn't eat and sleep, and Your Majesty handed over all the elites of the Han Dynasty to us, lest there be any unexpected ending, and even if you die, you will not be able to escape the blame." But who thinks that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good and bad luck. Who could have predicted such an outcome at the beginning of the war?

But righteously, now that the fire has been burning for a whole hour, and the moth thieves have long been defeated, can we pursue them? ”

Looking far away, the place where Wang Li is is silent, it seems that no one has ever stood here and lit the big tent of the yellow scarf with his own hands, as if the ghost who passed by here just now is only a ghost of the dark night, and quietly returned to the underworld at dawn.

The fire under the city has gradually dimmed, and the Yellow Turban camp in the distance is no longer as white and flawless as the continuous clouds in the sky, but more like dark red scars on the earth.

Huangfu Song nodded and shouted, "Drumming!" ”

The drums beat loudly, and the horns sounded.

The gate of Changshe was opened, and the four fields were ambushed, the swords were like a forest, the battle robes were like blood, the iron armor was cold, and the war horses were neighing.

"Kill!"

Huangfu Song gave an order, and flew out first, the white-haired robe exuded an unyielding battle spirit in the cold night, and the children behind him were like tigers, as if several waves of steel with endless killing intent, roaring into the night and rushing towards the Yellow Turban Array.

The two armies clashed again.

On one side is the elite of the big man who is full of swords and fingers, and on the other side is the Yellow Turban Army that has been burned by fire and rushed wolf, and it has long lost the strength and bloodiness of the confrontation under Yang Zhai City.

The confrontation turned into a one-sided massacre. The Han iron cavalry and infantry wielded the butcher's knives in their hands, and reaped the heads of the moths and thieves. Except for the sporadic resistance at the beginning, the Yellow Turbans have become a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in an instant, abandoning their weapons and fleeing.

……

"Withdraw!"

The defeat was like a mountain, Bo Cai only felt a fishy smell in his throat, a mouthful of blood spurted out, wiped the oil and soot on his face, let out a wail, his legs tightly clamped the war horse, and the long whip rushed out to the side of the road.

The chariots and horses are chariots, and the cold wind is blowing.

After traveling for more than ten miles, the sound of the Han army's fighting and horse whistle became more and more distant, and Bo Cai glanced back, only to see that the troops behind him were all anxious, covered with dust, ragged, and weapons were lost, and even more people didn't even have time to put on their clothes and armor, and only wore underwear and shivered in the cold wind.

Seeing that the team stopped for six or seven stops, and only 30,000 or 40,000 of the 100,000 soldiers under his command were left with incomplete armor and serious lack of weapons.

Unfortunately, his blood was still in his throat, and the gloom in his eyes was replaced by fear, and the rumbling of horses' hooves was heard again in front of him.

Bocai looked up and saw a group of people and horses coming out of the three-way intersection in front of him, with iron armor like water and flying horses like dragons, holding war spears in his hands, crossbow arrows on his back, and ring knives hanging on his waist, and the iron armor was shining. The flag bearer holds a banner with a large Cao character written on it, flying in the wind, and the flag rolls up the flag.

The leader is seven feet long, with thin eyes and long hair, looking forward to the brilliance, his eyes seem to have the color of looking down on the world, and he is proud and fierce.

"The moth thief lost his armor and abandoned his armor and defeated so far, it seems that the siege of Changshe has been resolved, General Huangfu and they eat dry rice, brothers, do we want to drink soup?" Cao Cao stopped and shouted angrily.

"Yes! Want! Want! ”

All the soldiers laughed strangely, raised their war spears in unison, and shouted angrily like thunder, shaking the face of the Yellow Turban Army like earth.

"Alright, then let them taste our feast - spear strike!"

Cao Cao stared at the front tightly, his big hand was raised high and fell violently, like an arm, and the soldiers under his command stopped their horses one after another, raised the war spear above their heads and threw it hard, and thousands of war spears were densely packed like flying ants in the sky.

The spears shot down with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, and the Yellow Turban soldiers screamed and scattered in all directions to dodge, but how could they dodge this distance of less than two hundred paces?

In the blink of an eye, everyone was pierced by the spear, which swept past their bodies, chests, hands and feet, bringing up a puddle of fiery blood, nailing them to the ground like grasshoppers, bleeding and wailing.

On the ground and on the trees, there are war spears inserted diagonally, cold and cold, just like the night of May in this long society.

There is an interception in front, and there are pursuers in the rear.

Thousands of people dare to come to surround your Lao Tzu, what the hell, do you really think Lao Tzu is a water dog!

Bo Cai's eyes widened angrily, and he was about to give the order to step forward to fight for his life, but when he looked up, he saw a silence at the three-way intersection in front of him heading to Yangzhai like an unfathomable lake, and his heart suddenly burst out, and he shouted: "Brothers, withdraw Yang Zhai to Lao Tzu!" ”

With that, he bent down on the horse's back, and a broken knife was stuck in the horse's hip, and the ghost dodged the dense galloping spears in the air and the rain of arrows that followed, and pulled out the horse and ran.

The war horse was in pain, and its hooves were flying.

The remnants of the 20,000 or 30,000 Yellow Turban Army followed suit, like a tide of beasts scurrying in embarrassment, and gradually disappeared at the three-way intersection in front of them as Bocai's figure ran desperately.