Cao Ren, who was standing on the wall of the north city and looking out, was in an extremely comfortable mood

The first time he officially led the troops, he led 3,000 soldiers and horses, and guarded a city wall alone, although he was temporarily given the official position of a military horse, but it was enough to make him extremely proud and proud, and he simply admired Cao Cao in his heart

(It's worthy of being a big brother, this ability is ...... ）

Sou~

An arrow suddenly shot at Cao Ren!

Cao Ren's head tilted reflexively, and the arrow grazed his helmet and shot at the flagpole behind him, and his tail feathers trembled.

The hairs stood on end, and Cao Ren's brain was blank in an instant, and he was stunned. It wasn't until the Yellow Turban came out of the woods in the distance that he came back to his senses and roared

"Enemy attack!"

At a glance, there was a surge of people, at least 40,000 yellow turbans under the city, and more than 40 cloud ladders were killing him. This is completely different from bullying thieves in Qiao County, my brain is a little confused, and my hands and feet are a little shaky~.

"I'm Cao Ren!"

Cao Ren bit the tip of his tongue hard, the fear in his heart began to slowly suppress, his frightened eyes began to become gloomy, and the military tactics he had learned in the past began to come to mind.

(The gap in strength is too great, and there are 5,000 Yellow Turban archers in the formation!) And now it's too close to shoot at each other! ）

"Pass my order, all archers are not to shoot, and all the rolling wood, gravel, and fire pots are smashed to me! In addition, quickly send someone to General Lin for help! ”

The uncle next to him said with a hesitant face after hearing this

"This~, my lord, if the archers don't shoot, how can they kill the enemy?"

Qiang~~

Cao Ren fiercely pulled out his sword and shouted angrily

"Carry out military orders!"

The official level crushed people to death, and the chief gritted his teeth and did not dare to resist.

(Humph!) If the walls are lost, see how you explain to the general, but you are just a boy who will tie his hair! ）

Bang~

Undisturbed by the archers, the Yellow Turban quickly set up the ladder on the wall, and at the same time there were many flying hooks hooked into the battlements of the wall

"Soldiers, listen to orders! Bow your head down"

Cao Ren yelled, and then pressed his body tightly against the wall

Whoosh~whoosh~, ding~ding~

A large number of arrows flew into the city either grazing the walls, or shooting at the battlements, or nailing them to the heads of the soldiers who could not escape.

Cao Ren gritted his teeth and silently counted the time, and there was still a trace of blood spilling out of his mouth.

After five breaths, Cao Ren suddenly jumped up and yelled

"Push to the ladder and cut the rope, quick!"

Immediately, under a large rain of arrows, he cut off a flying hook rope in front of him with a sword.

Seeing that Cao Ren was not afraid of death, the other six elders roared and led their respective subordinates to fight back with arrows.

The three thousand soldiers of the city wall rose up for a while, pushed the ladder, cut ropes, smashed the rolling wood, and destroyed most of the climbing equipment on the premise of giving up the number of enemies killed, except for a few yellow scarves to climb the city wall, after being killed by Cao Ren himself, most of the yellow turbans were blocked under the city wall.

"Report~, there are three hundred yellow turban riots in Beicheng, which have been dispersed by Han Dang"

Cao Ren's eyes narrowed when he heard this

(Heh~, sure enough, there was a plan, Han ~ dang)

Glancing at the city walls, the soldiers were there

(There were only a hundred dead in the battle, so I could resist at least an hour, which was enough!) ）

"Zuo Qing, lead two hundred lightly injured soldiers to guard the city gate!"

"No!"

The uncle who had just had a wave with Cao Renxiao before didn't say a word, and ordered two hundred lightly injured soldiers to defend the city gate decisively, and on the battlefield, he had a better chance of surviving by obeying the orders of the strong. He knew very well that 40,000 enemy troops attacked the city wall with only 3,000 defenders, and with the ferocity just now, it was possible to be directly captured, and under the leadership of this military Sima, it could be said that it was quite easy to block it!

Cao Ren stood on the city wall with his head held high, his eyes gradually changing from gloomy to calm

(Defending the city, defending the city, the emphasis is on "defending", killing the enemy is only secondary, just hold the city gate, ensure that there are enough soldiers to destroy the enemy's wall-climbing equipment, avoid killing the city wall, basically it's okay, it doesn't matter how many enemies you kill and injure!) ）

"Report~, a thousand patrol soldiers were ordered by Han Dang to come to help in the war."

"Oh~"

Cao Ren was overjoyed, although he didn't need this thousand soldiers to hold on long enough, but who would be afraid of too many soldiers?

"Order two hundred soldiers to assist Zuo Qingbo in guarding the city gate, and the rest of the city will be on standby!"

Four hundred soldiers defend the city gate, and it is a word!

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The northern city is far from the edge of the forest

The number one warrior under Bocai's account: Gao Dading looked at the returned yellow scarf with a furious expression.

"Lao Tzu wants to personally lead the army to attack the city!"

As he spoke, he carried a mace bigger than his head and killed the city wall.

"No, never!"

Next to him, a weak middle-aged man wearing a long shirt and a mustache grabbed Gao Dading with one hand, but he was staggered.

"The general is the master of an army, how can he personally attack the city, in case of a business trip, who will lead these 45,000 yellow turbans?"

Yan Shu is the only literati under Bocai's account who has read and can read, usually like offering to his ancestors, this time he specially asked him to help Gao Dading capture Beicheng! This was the hope of the whole village, and the attack on the southern wall was just a cover.

Yan Shu saw that Gao Dading turned a deaf ear, and went out of the city wall to kill one by one, and scolded secretly: Reckless! He simply hugged Gao Dading and his thigh-thick arm tightly

"Have you forgotten what Bocai Daqu Shuai said!"

"Huh?!"

Gao Dading turned his head and stared at Yan Shu angrily, and snorted coldly, only then stopped. When leading the troops, Bocai specially told him not to be impulsive, and to listen to Mr. Yan more, otherwise he would not be spared after capturing Changshe.

"Three times, after three more attacks, you will personally lead your troops to attack the city!"

Yan Shu also deliberately calculated the battle between the two sides, so there was no need to count the yellow scarves, anyway, there were many people.

There are only about 3,000 men and horses on the wall of the Han army, and there are half a hundred people who fell off the city wall in the previous wave of attacks, counting the seriously injured, when 200 people lose their combat strength, and after three more sieges, they can also reduce 800 soldiers, and the remaining 2,002 soldiers are still very likely to capture the city wall under the leadership of Gao Dading, a reckless man.

But why didn't those guys in the city move?

On the city wall, Cao Ren looked at the small handful of yellow turbans standing at the edge of the forest in the distance and sneered, he also knew that it was the head of this wave of yellow turban thieves.

Now Cao Ren no longer thinks about how to defend the city, he has already begun to think about how to destroy the 40,000 yellow turbans

(As long as you give me 5,000 iron cavalry, no, as long as 3,000, and send a fierce general, you can easily chisel through the yellow scarf, and I will lead 5,000 elite soldiers out of the city, and I will be able to win a battle!) ）

"Kill~~"

The shouting and killing sound under the city instantly pulled Cao Ren's distant thoughts back.

Cao Ren, who had completely calmed down, raised his hand slightly, and the corporal under his command immediately calmly crouched down and half-squatted, close to the battlements.

.....

"Report~, General Lin ordered Huang Gai to come with 6,000 reinforcements, please show the general"

(To do it or not to do it?!) ）

After hearing the news, Cao Ren hesitated, he couldn't be satisfied with just holding the north city wall, he felt that he could do more and better!

"Quickly invite General Huang to come to the meeting!"

Soon, Huang Gai strode up the city wall with his long sword in his hand

"Ordered by General Lin, Huang Gai led 6,000 troops to come to the aid of the battle, please show Cao Sima!"

Huang Gai decided on the master and slave in the first sentence, indicating that everything was subject to Cao Ren's orders.

Cao Ren breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, Huang Gai, who he was most worried about now, was going to seize power, since Huang Gai was so knowledgeable, he naturally wouldn't insult Huang Gai.

"The public is polite, don't talk nonsense, I have a plan, and I'm about to discuss one or two with the public."

......

The Yellow Turban's Third Siege .....

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans began to attack the city as always, and the five thousand Yellow Turban archers, who had barely received any attack during the whole process, looked relaxed and unsuspectingly and marched towards the city wall, causing other Yellow Turbans to even have the urge to turn around and change jobs.

Cao Ren, who was half-lying on the battlements, looked at the five thousand yellow turban archers with a smile, and quietly gestured backwards, and the three thousand archers behind him immediately bowed half-leading.

(Is it really my Cao Ren's archers to be ornamental, let you and other stupid thieves taste it today!) ）

Three hundred steps

Two hundred steps

One hundred and fifty steps

Cao Ren, who was calculating the distance, suddenly roared

"Put!"

Suddenly there were 3,000 men on the city wall, and they condescendingly shot at the Yellow Turban archers.

After a rain of arrows, the Yellow Turban archers reacted and began to draw arrows one after another, but unfortunately most of the arrows were shot at the city wall at a distance.

"Put!"

Another neat rain of arrows fell, and the Yellow Turban archers began to scurry. After all, the time of formation is too short, although it has been established, the quality of most of the yellow scarves is still a major defect.

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