Six hours have passed since the time of meeting the Bocai army to the time of You, and six hours of tireless fighting, the sons and daughters have long been hungry and sleepy.

Zhu Jun and Wang Li arranged the army and quietly came to the mountain.

The so-called mountain, but one hundred and eighty meters high, is only two or three miles away from the battlefield, the cavalry of the Yellow Turbans on the east road was wiped out under the battle, but there is no worry about the Yellow Turban Army following. Looking down from the mountain, it was miserable.

The sun was setting, and a bleak remnant sun was spread over the field.

There was not a single person standing in sight on the endless field, and there were many corpses and wailing wounded soldiers, stumps, remains, broken blades, and abandoned swords scattered all over the field, like gray sculptures left on the field.

Several falcons circled back and forth in the sky, and with a "slight" sound, they spread their wings more than one meter long and fell rapidly from mid-air, opened their sharp beaks, picked up an arm, waved their thighs and disappeared into the side of the mountain.

Several groups of hungry wolves and wild dogs were flying back and forth in the field, fighting each other from time to time for a thigh or a broken arm, until the wolf king let out a long howl, and then had to give up the "deliciousness" in front of him, and turned to show his hideous claws to other corpses.

Zhu Jun slapped his palm on the mountain wall, the mud and rocks were all down, and his eyes looked at the field gloomily: "I haven't thanked Deyu for saving his life!" Otherwise, Zhu would probably have to become a meal in the belly of the wild wolf and wild dog like the soldiers under his command today.

This group of mud legs is really hateful, after this battle, the casualties of the Sanhe soldiers under the command of this general are as high as more than 2,000 people, and Zhu will report it the next day! ”

"Comrades and fellow soldiers on the battlefield should be helped, why should the general care?" Wang Li arched his hand and sighed, "It's just a pity that the more than 10,000 strong men who fell on this battlefield are all the vitality of my great man!" ”

Zhu Jun glanced at Wang Li in surprise, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and then glanced at the big camp under the mountain, which stretched for hundreds of meters, and turned around and asked: "Deyu, now that our right army is newly defeated and the soldiers are tired, what do you think?" ”

"When the road is camped since the mountains and rivers, now although our army is close to Yingshui, but the three sides of the thoroughfare, plus our army's new defeat, the distance is poor, if the army is stationed here, once the moth thieves quietly besiege here at night, our army will die without a place to bury."

"This place extends in all directions, and it is indeed not suitable for our army to camp and settle down." Zhu Jun nodded and continued to compare, "In your opinion?" ”

Chosha!

Two words suddenly popped out of his mind, Wang Li remembered that in history, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song were defeated for the first time before they joined the Changshe, is history still going to repeat itself? Wang Li paused, and looked at Zhu Jun hesitantly: "The general's favorite place, could it be the Changshe?" ”

"Haha, Huangfu Yizhen really has a unique vision, such a young hero and old man are a little moved!" Zhu Jun laughed, laughed at Wang Li, and then said with a solemn face, "As the so-called heroes see the same, Deyu, what you say is not bad, Changshe is near Yanling in the east, Yingyin in the south, Xinzheng in the west, and Weishi in the north. ”

Wang Li was puzzled: "But Changshe is only a county, and there are nearly 40,000 people in my left and right armies, and a small county may support all the supplies of food and grass for our army?" ”

Zhu Jun simply squatted on the ground, broke a dead branch, drew a few drawings on the ground, and placed a few small stones, and said: "Deyu, you see, this is the Changshe, the Changshe is backed by the Weishui, and the nearby cities Guo Yingyin, Xinzheng, Weishi and Yanling are only sixty or seventy miles away from here, and the supply of grain and grass can be transferred here from the four cities in only one or two days." What's more, the moth thieves burned and looted all the way, wantonly destroying, and the scholars suffered for a long time. ”

"What if Bocai besieges the Changsha again?"

"Not to mention whether Bocai can supply the grain and grass of the 100,000 army, just say that the skills of my Han Iron Army to defend the city are known to the world, and now according to the city, Bocai has neither the siege equipment in his hands, nor the good general who besieges the city, but to fill it with soldiers, and it will not last long in the long run, so what is there to fear?"

Zhu Jun threw away the dead branch in his hand, kicked the stone down the hill with one kick, and smiled coldly: "Zhu is only worried about one thing, that is, Bocai does not dare to come!" ”

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Qian Biao, the king of Wuyue of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, wrote in a letter to his wife: The flowers on Mo bloom and can be returned slowly. In just nine words, it outlines the charming scenery of the fields, wild flowers, and beauties, and the quiet, beautiful, and longing feelings leap on the paper, making people indulge in it when they read it.

It's a pity that Zhu Jun and Wang Li and their soldiers just buried their heads in the road, but they didn't have the heart to appreciate the beautiful 100 days of red on this field, one by one, one by one, as red as a pill, as if stained with the blood of more than 10,000 moths and thieves and soldiers, poignant but tragic.

Coincidentally, Zhuo County, Youzhou, in the backyard of Zhangjiazhuang.

Several peach blossoms bloom in the wind, and the delicate pink petals are more and more delicate and delicious against the background of the verdant green leaves. Some buds are first opened, secretly revealing one or two petals; Some of them are waiting to be released, soaked in Dan and Zhu quietly waiting for the moment of bursting bloom; Some of them are completely blooming, like a baby's little hands gently half-curled, tender and tender that people can't wait to take a bite.

In the courtyard, the three of them stood in the light of Shaoshao, and the colorful peach blossoms were like a peerless beauty, throwing their eyes and supporting their waists, and they wanted to go. It's just that the three of them are also like Zhu Jun and Wang Li, there is no spring in their eyes, only a heart of serving the country and serving Rong, and the poor peach blossom scratches her head and makes a posture for a long time, but it is in vain, and this good Shaoguang is in vain.

There is a desk under the peach tree, on which are pigs, cows, and sheep sacrifices, and two high candles and an incense burner are placed in front of the offerings, the high candles are lightly burned, and there is no half incense candle in the incense burner, and the incense candles are still held in the hands of three people.

The man in the middle was seven feet and five, with two ears hanging down his shoulders, and his face was like a crown of jade; The man on the left is nine feet long, with two feet of hair, lying silkworm eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, and a face like a heavy jujube; The person on the right is the owner of this room, with a leopard head and eyes, swallow jaws and tiger whiskers, eight feet up and down.

The three of them stood side by side, each holding a stick of incense, and knelt down in unison: "The emperor is above, the earth is below, now Liu Bei of Zhuo County, Guan Yu of Xie Liang, and Zhang Fei of Zhuo County are willing to become brothers of the opposite sex, and the Han family is in danger, and Li Shu is hanging upside down." I do not seek to be born on the same day and month of the same year, but to die on the same day of the same month. If this oath is violated, ten thousand arrows will pierce the heart, and the sky will hit five thunders! ”

"Brother!"

"Second brother, third brother!"

A fervent call, the friendship that blood is thicker than water surrounds their hearts, the three of them hugged each other and smiled, inserted the incense stick in their hands into the incense burner, and each took a jar of wine and touched it, raised his head and drank, the wine grunted down his throat, just like the blood of the three of them.

It's a pity that there is no knife, Liu Bei's two swords, Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife and Zhang Fei's eight-point steel spear are still waiting for Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping to send them to the door, otherwise taking advantage of this three-point wine, Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife dances under this colorful peach blossom tree, expressing his chest and falling into the blue.

Isn't it as good as the drunken and crazy master in "Jiang Ye": In the spring of that year, I cut a pound of peach blossoms!

……

There is wine and peach blossoms in the long society, but Zhu Jun did not drink to cut peach blossoms, he drank the blood of a moth thief, and he cut the head of a moth thief.

Since the two armies on the left and right sides of the imperial court merged and stationed in Changshe, the moth thieves have gone crazy, and the entire 100,000 army has surrounded the county seat of Changshe. Every day, they either shout and challenge under the city, or attack the city.

Several avenues leading to Yingyin, Xinzheng, Weishi and Yanling were also blocked by moth thieves, and even thousands of moth thieves were stationed on the Weishui wharf, and grain and grass could not be transported in at all. The Changshe has a population of just over 10,000 households, and nearly 40,000 soldiers have been supplied with grain and grass for more than ten days, which has caused prices in the county to soar and supplies to be tight.

It's a pity that he didn't listen to Wang Li's persuasion that day, and he insisted on bringing the army into such a Jedi that way. Fortunately, in the past few days, the moth thieves have not taken out decent siege equipment except for a few long ladders, otherwise whether the long society can still be saved, the consequences are unimaginable.

Zhu Jun rode a horse and strolled through the streets, while looking at the shops on the street, the doors of every house were closed, while thinking, suddenly heard a horn in the city, three short and one long deafening, instantly resounding throughout the city.

"General, the moth thieves are attacking the city!"

A burst of horses' hooves galloped past him, Zhu Jun beckoned back, and regardless of the guards, he galloped straight to the horse, and when he arrived at the gate of the city, he jumped up the stairs and supported the wall in the distance.

I saw the dense moth thieves under the city gathered under the city according to the geese-shaped array, the cold wind blew, the yellow scarf on the head fluttered, like a yellow ocean, the moth thieves scattered one after another were like a small boat capsized in the ocean with the waves, only a yellow flag stood majestically in the array, fluttering with the wind.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Three drums sounded, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers took heavy steps, stepping on the ground, the city walls seemed to tremble, and the neat footsteps of "click, click" converged into a suffocating singing under the city of Changshe.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! ”

There was another sound of bull's horns, and four chariots were launched in the far array, more than three zhang, divided into three layers, the first layer was divided into dozens of people, without a piece of armor, just struggling to push the chariots; The second floor is an arrow tower, the arrow tower is loaded with dozens of archers, the bow is like a full moon, the sharp arrows are on the string, and the arrow clusters emit a cold glow under the sun; The third layer is the Yellow Turban infantry, holding spears, spears and other long weapons, everyone will be a platform in the middle, on the square platform stands a person, each holding a flag, the flag flying up and down, obviously a standard-bearer.

"Well Block?!"

Zhu Jun leaned on the wall and gasped, almost not planting. But I heard a solemn voice behind me, "How about the well?" Even the stone thrower, the rushing car and the ladder have been built! Looking back, I saw Wang Li accompanied Huangfu Song and the generals of the left and right armies to the city.

Huangfu Song looked ahead and patted Zhu Jun on the shoulder: "Gongwei, it seems that our burden is not light!" We are arming ourselves in the city, and our opponents are not idle. We have been besieged in this city for half a month, and we have been blind for half a month. Now this wave has only created this siege equipment such as wells, stone throwers, rushing cars and ladders, and it seems that he wants to use all his strength to win the Changshe in one fell swoop! ”

Zhu Jun nodded, only to see the flag in the hands of the standard-bearer on the well turned left and right, and went down, "dong dong dong" a few drums, the moth thieves suddenly rose and fell like waves, and the several phalanxes suddenly changed from a goose-shaped array to a sharp arrow array, and several towering stone throwers were exposed in the array, and a column of moth thieves pushed the cart and the ladder through the large array and approached the long society.

"Attack!"

As soon as the flag in the hands of the standard-bearer was released, tens of thousands of people roared in unison and shook the earth, and more than 1,000 Yellow Turban soldiers standing proudly next to the stone throwing machine struggled to pull the cable in their hands, and then at the same time, dozens of stone bullets with a grinding plate were thrown high, with a terrible roar in the air across a perfect parabola, and smashed on the wall of the Changshe.

The huge impact sound was endless, the soldiers on the city wall only felt that the ground shook the mountain, as if the earth dragon turned over, the city wall trembled and groaned, many places have been smashed down deep grooves, along with the city wall sinking there are dozens of hundreds of soldiers, broken bones and bones, flesh and blood blurred, buried alive under the boulder bricks.

But they didn't retreat, they didn't frighten, they only had hatred and surging war intent in their eyes, they were the elite soldiers of the Great Han, they were the banner of the Great Han.

Behind them are tens of thousands of fathers, elders, villagers, brothers and sisters of the Changshe!