The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

There is no silver saddle, only a white horse, and the shadow is a white horse, but it is definitely not like a meteor, which is beautiful but short-lived, fleeting. The shadow is more like a moonlight, moving back and forth, and the ground is clear.

Wang Li rode into the Yellow Turban Formation, the Zhongxing sword in his hand, like a silver snake spitting pear blossoms flying, the hand rose and fell colorfully, and the sword fell where the head was scurrying.

Arrows flew like locusts at the head of the city, and the battle under the city soared to the sky.

Wang Li took the lead, and the soldiers under his command also rushed out like tigers and leopards, and the soldiers raised in their hands drew their swords when they saw the thieves, and cut them when they saw the thieves, like a long dragon circling and stirring in the Yellow Turban Array.

Looking at the soldiers in front of the battle, calling for their father and mother, Bocai's face darkened. Where is this still the Yellow Turban soldier who has a deep enmity with the Han court, and where is the Taiping Righteous Army who dares to call the sky dead?

It's clearly a pile of mud that can't hold up the wall!

100,000 soldiers once gave him infinite courage and arrogance, he thought that relying on the boiling blood and crowd tactics of 100,000 people, he could take the Changshe and the fifth school of the Northern Army with the great Han Hehe, and even thought that the ants bit the elephant to death, and one person could drown the Han army under the city with a mouthful of phlegm.

Therefore, he put the real elite division of the Yellow Turban on the East Road by his side, so he hijacked the skilled craftsmen of ten miles and eight towns, cut down the trees and pines and cypresses in the nearby mountains, and created important siege equipment such as wells, ladders, rushing carts and trebuchets, hoping to step on the smelly and hard stumbling block of Changshe in one fell swoop through these siege weapons and rolling crowds.

But he did a lot of calculations and thought about it so much, but he didn't expect that the defenders of the Changsha would dare to go out of the city to fight after ten days of siege, and he didn't expect that the attack of the defenders of the Changsha would come so suddenly and so violently, as if a, no, four lightning bolts were involved in the formation, and the thunder was not growing anywhere they passed.

It's a pity, not so many pity.

The fighter plane is fleeting, how can ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers withstand the killing of the Han Forbidden Army's rain of guns and arrows?

Before Bo Cai changed formation, and before Bo Cai released the elite division of the Yellow Turban, Wang Li, Zhao Yun, Ji Hong, Fu Xie and others had already led their own troops to kill under the well.

Looking back, there were bloody and bloody journeys, and there were only more than 800 elite soldiers left under his command, but the Yellow Turban soldiers around him were also trembling like injured quails, and it was difficult to cause substantial damage to themselves.

Wang Li roared angrily, swung his long sword, knocked the cold arrow flying from afar, took off the horn from his waist and threw it on the well, and reined in the horse and walked away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The horns are shattered, and the oil is splashed.

More than 800 people, more than 200 horns filled with fire oil were piled up on the well, and the oil rolled around, overflowing with fragrance.

"Kerose!"

"Jump!"

A cry of surprise rang out, and the Yellow Turban soldiers on the second and third floors of the well fell like dumplings.

Wang Li couldn't bear it, but he still waved his hand, and dozens of archers behind him lit the long arrows in their hands, bent their bows and arrows, and a cold sound that tore through the air sounded, and dozens of rockets shot like meteors and landed on the well.

"Boom!"

The flames rose into the sky, and the well was instantly engulfed in flames, and the smoke rose and the fire was raging.

A spark can start a prairie fire, let alone a thunderbolt! In an instant, the fire had reached the top of the well, and a huge thick smoke mixed with the flames rose up, like a bleak mushroom cloud.

The wooden well also squeaked in pain from the fire, and the soldiers screamed in the fire. Looking from afar, you can still see the tall well crumbling, and several figures rolling desperately in the fire, miserable.

"Let's go!"

Wang Li saw that Zhao Yun, Ji Hong, Fu Xie and others had broken their respective wells, looked at the banner hunting at the head of the city, and the four of them joined forces and went straight around the city from the city.

……

Feiyunpu in the west of Changshe City, six or seven miles away from the city, the Yellow Turban Camp Shuai Tent.

"How's it going?" Bo Cai threw the long whip in his hand on the table, glanced at the scout captain who ran in and shouted.

"Marshal, the four teams that destroyed our army's well yesterday have not returned to the city, and the brothers under their command have followed them outside the city, and they have gone in the direction of Yangzhai. I couldn't catch up with him, but I didn't see him again. Wu Chang half-knelt on the ground, gave a military salute and said, "The leader is Sima Wang Li of the Shooting Army, the original thief Cao Peng of Wei County. ”

"Bang!"

Bocai slammed his hand on the table and scolded angrily: "It's this thief again!" Lao Tzu is going to hack him alive! At the beginning, General Tiangong planned to start an incident at the same time in Luoyang and Yecheng, looking at Jing and Yan in the south, looking at Qing and Xu in the east, merging the state in the north, and entering Sizhou in the west.

It is precisely because of this thief that the foundation of my Taiping Sect Wei County was completely destroyed, and all the deployments were in vain. At the beginning of the uprising, the sectarians of Jing and Yan could not enter Wei County, so General Taigong had to adjust his deployment and put the place where the uprising was first righteous in Julu.

What's more, this thief was the Sima of the shooting battalion when he was in Luoyang, but he didn't do his job, and in the middle of the night, the third watch actually ran to Tang Ji to tie Tang Zhou, causing Tang Zhou to defect to the enemy, and the Ma brothers died, and General Tiangong had to get up in advance! ”

Seeing Wu Chang standing tremblingly in front of him, Bo Cai was angry, and overturned the desk to the ground, still hating himself, and stepped on the wine bottle on the ground twice, only then did he calm down a little and turn to Wu Chang and said: "What else is there, you go on!" ”

"The defenders of Yingyin and Yanling have collapsed under the attack of He Yi and He Man, and our army has occupied Yingyin and Yanling counties. In addition, all his subordinates found out that Wang Li was the son-in-law of the emperor's old son. ”

Bo Cai nodded, got up and paced to the map, pointed to Yingyin and Yan Ling and nodded, and said to the leader of the other one: "Huang Shao, it seems that we have to work harder, now that Yingyin and Yan Ling have been connected, once we take Changshe, the 100,000 troops on my East Road will be able to point at Yecheng and join forces with General Tiangong."

At that time, hundreds of thousands of righteous troops will form a joint encirclement of Luoyang, which can be attacked, retreated and defended, and there is still no place in the world that can not go! ”

"Then Wang Li still cares?" Huang Shao asked.

Bo Cai shook his head, slammed his fist on the map, and the corners of his eyes were hideous: "Obviously, Changshe is besieged, and our army is just around the corner to break the city, Huangfu Lao'er is afraid that his baby daughter will become a widow, so the king thief will take the lead in moving to Luoyang to rescue the soldiers, this time it is cheaper for this dog thief."

From now on, the two of us will each lead an army, and we will rotate day and night to attack the city, and his soldiers will be beaten with iron, and Lao Tzu's sons will not be able to make mud? Lao Tzu didn't believe that the 100,000 elite soldiers on Lao Tzu East Road couldn't take the Changshe before the arrival of the Luoyang thief army! ”

"In addition, tell the brothers, on the day the city of Changshe is broken, the army will be set up for three days!"

Bo Cai kicked Wu Chang, walked to the front of the tent side by side with Huang Shao, glared in the direction of Changshe, with cruelty and sneer on the corner of his mouth.

……

At the beginning of May, Feiyunpu is already a sea of frogs, and the frogs that have slept for a winter begin to wake up, jumping out of the pond and fields in groups, calling friends on the lotus leaves and in the grass, one after another.

Although there are no cicadas or birds, the song of the frog also makes people feel the silence of the night and make people sleepy. In addition to the soldiers on duty and patrolling in the Yellow Turban Battalion on the East Road, the soldiers who had fought for a day had already lost their cold clothes and armor and were lying down in the camp and falling asleep.

When the time had passed, a first quarter moon hung in the sky, staring coldly at the earth.

Wang Li didn't look at the earth, but just looked at the camp of the Yellow Turban on the East Road. Hundreds of white tents are scattered under the city of Changshe, like countless pearls lost on the grassland.

But unfortunately, after a while, these tents will be reduced to nothing, and the pearl will only be covered with dust.

Suddenly, Ji Hong emerged from the bushes on his side, interrupting Wang Li's train of thought: "Deyu, what's the situation?" ”

"It is a taboo for soldiers to continue to build a village in the grass. As the commander of the 100,000 army, this wave seems to be brave and cunning, but he has no military quality. ”

Wang Li glanced at Ji Hong angrily, pulled a dogtail grass and put it in his mouth and continued, "The Yellow Turban thieves have all fallen asleep, and only some of the patrol soldiers are walking back and forth. And this place is only three to five hundred meters away from the Yellow Turban Camp, and I may be able to reach it in a few breaths. ”

"Then why don't you act? But worried about alarming the patrol soldiers and startling the snakes? ”

"Without him, just wait for the wind!" Wang Li sighed, and pulled Zhao Yun, Ji Hong, Fu Xie and others to sit down and form a group, "Waiting is always anxious, and I don't know what happened to Dashuai's side now?" Is everything arranged? ”

Fu Xie smiled proudly and said: "Why should Deyu worry about the marshal, compared with General Lu Zhonglang and General Zhu Zhonglang, although there are no two of them Jiujiang and Jiaozhou. But Fu dared to say that the big man was the first person to lead the army in our dynasty.

Fu has been in the army for more than 20 years, and has worked with the county guards, assassins and captains, and has never seen such a resourceful and decisive person as Dashuai. ”

Fu Xie, the word is young, and then it is more southern. When he was young, he studied in Luoyang and studied under Liu Kuan, the then lieutenant. In the seventh year of Guanghe, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, and the imperial court conscripted and enlisted in the army to go out with the army.

Wang Li nodded, and listened to Fu Xie continue: "The north is white grass and yellow sand, sparsely populated, near Xiqiang, near the desert, and the conditions are not ordinarily poor. It only took two or three years for the marshal, and a few small battles were fought so that the Xiqiang and Hu people were afraid of it and did not dare to snoop. And the Northland has now become a small Jiangnan outside the plug.

Those who are good doctors have no brilliant name, and those who are good at fighting have no great achievements! It's just because the captured military funds are used by the marshal to appease the people of the north, and the number of beheadings in each battle is not too much, so the marshal's exploits are not widely known to the government and the opposition. ”

Huangfu Song was already a famous general in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his military talent Wang Li knew that he was several streets behind, so he didn't dare to compare with him at all, and he didn't even dare to look at him.

However, now that Huangfu Song is also his old Taishan, how can he not care? Maybe this is the chaos that the authorities are obsessed with. After being reminded by Fu Xie, Wang Li suddenly came to his senses, and before he could speak, he saw Fu Xie's long hair moving slightly, his clothes fluttering, and the leaves beside him sounded.

Huh, it's windy?

Wang Li Huoran stood up, feeling the ghosts of this heaven and earth wandering in his ears, and his heart suddenly became hot.

Although the wind in May is still a little cool, how can the cold wind calm Wang Li's fiery heart?

He is about to change the overall situation of the world, although this overall situation comes from the layout of Huangfu Song, although this overall situation does not look beautiful or even very cruel.

However, Wang Li knows very well that if he wants to live more people's lives, and if he wants to avoid the tragic situation of chaos in the future, he can only seize every opportunity to firmly control the future fate of himself and more people.

Even if thousands of years later, he will be called a "butcher" by later generations!

The hesitation and gloom in the eyes faded away, and the eyelids reappeared with an infinite hope for the future, and a firm belief in the future of action, dancing on the tip of the knife.

Wang Li slowly breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and smashed his fist down.

"Bang", the spring thunder exploded, a cluster of yellow fireworks rose in the bushes, and the sparks splashed everywhere, like a huge sun flower, slowly blooming.