Because of the long-term siege war, the defensive trenches around Wancheng have long been filled by the official army, and the city gate has been damaged, all of which have been repaired with the materials of private houses. The city wall was empty, and the gatehouse and the female wall were demolished to make rolling wood and thunder stones and thrown down, and then everything was thrown away, so the dead could only be thrown down to defend it. The dead under the city wall are almost piled up, there are the corpses of the Yellow Turban soldiers, there are also officials and soldiers, and powerful private soldiers, even if they don't set up a ladder, they can climb up with the dead.

The official army surrounded Wancheng on all sides and began to siege the city. Zhu Jun, Zhang Ziyan, Xu Xuan, and Cao Cao climbed the piled up earth mountain and looked down on the city wall. Today's Wancheng is bare, relying on manpower to defend, and you can even see their leaders Han Zhong and Sun Xia wielding big swords to command left and right. Some of the officers and soldiers stood on the ladder and stabbed the city, and some climbed the dead to attack up. But the Yellow Turbans went mad, holding everything that could be used as a weapon.

In this battle, the officers and soldiers lost more than 2,000 people, the Yellow Turban soldiers were backward in weaponry, and countless people died. The officers and soldiers couldn't climb the city wall, and the Yellow Turban Army was flustered and could only parry, so they didn't know when the hard fight would be over.

Suddenly, the Yellow Turbans demanded a boycott and raised a flag to express their willingness to surrender.

Xu Xuan sighed: "It's finally down, let's retreat a little bit and let them open the door." ”

"No way!" Zhu Jun shook his head, "The battle has reached this point, it is already difficult to recover, they have 100,000 people, we can't suppress it, and if we fall, we will rebel again." ”

"General, let's call the soldiers back to rest first, we can't fight like this anymore." Zhang Ziyan's tears were about to come out, "In the past, my ancestors had my great Han because they could recruit and accept rebellions, and they were still marquis, so you should allow them to surrender." ”

Zhu Jun's eyes were red at this time, he had been a soldier for half his life, and he had never encountered such a situation today, where did he have the heart to drop his bookbag with Zhang Zihe, a literati, and turned around and roared at him: "Faint!" At the time of the Qin Dynasty, there was no owner in the world, so he was rewarded and surrendered to win the hearts of the people. Now that the sea is unified, only these Yellow Turban remnants are in rebellion, they are allowed to surrender today, and tomorrow they will rebel if they are unsatisfactory, and they will rebel if they rebel, so is there still an end? Pass the order, don't surrender, continue to attack me! ”

The military order was passed down, the war drums were beaten, and the officers and soldiers were brave, but the Yellow Turban Army also resisted even more. Both sides slashed like madmen, and countless dead people rolled down the walls. From midnight to noon, there was still a stalemate.

Zhu Jun's sweat came down, his mustache pouted, and he stomped his feet in a hurry, Cao Cao, Zhang Ziping, and Xu Xuan didn't dare to say a word again.

Zhu Jun closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, and muttered, "I understand, I understand...... No way! You can't fight like this anymore, even if you fight until dark, there will be no result. They will not be able to surrender and break through to defend desperately. Ten thousand people are united in one heart, and it is still unstoppable, not to mention that they have 100,000 people! I'm so confused. Meng De, you quickly go down the mountain and pass my general order, tell our people to pretend to retreat, let them escape, and we will intercept and kill them halfway! ”

"No." Cao Cao hurriedly took his guards down the mountain and sent orders around the city respectively. After a short time, the officers and soldiers and the powerful men all retreated, pretending to withdraw their troops.

Sure enough, the Yellow Turban Army thought that they had seen a glimmer of life, and they didn't care about opening any city gates at this time, Han Zhong personally led their soldiers to step on the dead from the north to break through the city, and suddenly the black pressure on the top and bottom of the city was overwhelming, and the corpse mountain collapsed, and there were really people who were not afraid of death and jumped down.

Later, even the city gate was opened, and those Yellow Turban soldiers brandished knives, spears, and even hoes and wooden sticks, and in an instant tore a hole in the northern defense line of the official army.

"Chase!" Zhu Jun shouted, and killed his own soldiers, and all the men and horses rushed north to kill. The Yellow Turban soldiers ran in front, and the officers and soldiers chased behind, all of them played with their lives. The officers and soldiers slashed and stabbed all the way, and they all killed like bloody scoops. After chasing more than ten miles, those rebels couldn't run, so they had to surrender on their knees, and their leader Han Zhong ran in front, and when he saw that the general trend was gone, he threw his knife and waved his hand to surrender. At this time, Qin Jie rode up on a fast horse!

He had already killed Zhang Mancheng and quelled the Nanyang Rebellion, but it was because Han Zhong led the rebellion that the war would start again. Qin Jie didn't care whether the enemy had surrendered at this time, he raised the big knife in his hand and slashed it into two parts.

"Oops!" Cao Cao almost scolded in the back, "You...... You can't kill it! ”

As soon as Han Zhong died, the Yellow Turban Army, which had already surrendered on its knees, was horrified, since they surrendered and couldn't live, keep running! It was no longer possible to run north, and he turned around and ran back. The black-pressed team rushed back, and the officers and soldiers also panicked, and the rear team changed to the front team, turned the horse's head and continued to kill.

After all, there were 100,000 enemies, and most of them had not yet escaped from the city, although some of them were killed and escaped, many of them still squeezed back, and those who fled in front did not care about the back, and the city gate was closed and continued to hold on. Those who didn't go in were unlucky, and all of them were killed by the officers and soldiers, and it was hastily estimated that there were as many as 10,000 people.

But seeing that the victory has returned to square one, the siege battle is about to start again.

At this time, Sun Jian burst out of the chaotic army: "Today's matter must take Wancheng, and those who are not afraid of death will follow me!" ”

After shouting, he abandoned his horse and was the first to climb the ladder with a big sword, and his legs were no longer lame. Some people climbed up, and some pushed ladder carts to the edge of the city. Seeing that he was still nearly a foot away from the city wall, Sun Jian suddenly jumped up with an arrow step, and fell to the city wall like an eagle, and cut down two people as soon as the big knife fell.

This move instantly turned the situation around, and he swung his broadsword to slash left and right, finally protecting the position. The soldiers behind also followed to the city, and the two armies were close to each other, and the Yellow Turban Army was no opponent. A ladder was successful, followed by seven or eight ladder cars successfully approached the city wall, and the soldiers poured up like a tide, and Su Dai, Bei Yu, and Zhao Ci also waved their weapons and went to the city like crazy.

At first, the rebels were still fighting in the city, but when they saw that there were more and more soldiers on the city, they abandoned the city walls and fled into the city. The officers and soldiers rushed into the city from the city, and some people opened the east gate with a bloody way, and there was a great chaos for a while.

As soon as the east gate opened, the horse team of the official army also had a place to use. Cao Cao and Qin Jie took the lead in rushing in with their own soldiers. I saw fighting everywhere in Wancheng, some Yellow Turban soldiers demolished the doors of private houses to cover the battle, and some stood on the private houses and threw tiles. Regardless of the officers and soldiers, many of them tripped and fell to the ground and were beaten to death by random sticks. The corpses of both sides filled the streets, and the horse caravan behind could only trample the corpses past.

After fighting in the crowded streets and alleys for nearly half an hour, I don't know who shouted: "Sun Xia has led people out of the West Gate!" ”

Looking at the current situation, if Sun Xia is not eliminated, this battle will never end. The officers and soldiers did whatever it took to get out of the West Gate. Su Dai, Bei Yu, and Zhao Ci were all seriously injured, and the private soldiers they brought were almost dead, Xu Xuan, Zhang Zi and his men and horses maintained Wancheng, leaving only Zhu Jun to lead Cao Cao, Qin Jie, and Sun Jian to continue to lead the troops to chase the defeated Kou.

Seeing that Sun Xia's last team had run for more than ten miles, the officers and soldiers did not wait to catch up. The front wanted to escape, and the back was in a hurry to play for their lives, and the two teams chased on the open plains of Nanyang, everyone was like crazy and sweating, as if they had forgotten that it was a cold winter. Although there were many horse teams in the official army, the Yellow Turban Army understood that backwardness was death, and their thin clothes reduced the burden, and the two teams always maintained a distance of about five miles.

Cao Cao tightened the reins and jolted himself, and he didn't know how long he had been chasing, but he felt that the sun had turned west, his throat was unbearably thirsty, and fatigue and hunger had tormented him so much that he couldn't straighten his waist, but the last fighting spirit supported him. In a trance, I realized that the enemy army in front of me was no longer moving.

This is the foot of Jingshan Mountain in Xi'e County, and history is destined to destroy the Yellow Turban Army in this place. Those hungry peasants couldn't run, they had endured the hardships of labor for half their lives, and their physical strength was not comparable to that of the officials and soldiers after all, and they no longer had the strength to cross the mountains and continue to flee in the face of the Jingshan Mountains in front of them. Seeing that the official army had caught up, Sun Xia squeezed out of the crowd and shouted to the official army with open hands: "We surrender!" We surrender! Don't ...... anymore"

Before he could finish shouting, Sun Jian had already urged him to step forward and cut off his head with a knife. The headless body didn't fall, spurting angry blood from the sky!

"Kneeling and begging for mercy is death! Let's fight! The peasants, who had fallen to the ground gasping for air, jumped up again, brandished whatever they could to take their hands on, and attacked the horse convoy of the officers and soldiers. In an instant, everyone was killed like a blood gourd, with only the yellow turban and the iron helmet as symbols. War horses neighed and rushed to and fro, and in winter, swords and spears collided with farm tools, sometimes sparks.

The severed head was kicked and rolled by the horse, and the stabbed horse struggled feebly until it was trampled into a mess of flesh. From a distance, the bubbling blood seemed to be pools of blood, and then gradually coagulated, purple, and blackened. This time it was even more tragic than the Battle of Xihua.

I don't know how long they fought, but the Yellow Turban Army finally lost their last fighting spirit, and they didn't even have the strength to run in all directions, so they sat down on the ground one after another, waiting for death with dull eyes. The officers and soldiers were like angry hammers, chiseling out patches of blood. This is no longer a war, but a massacre!

Cao Cao settled down and looked at the soldiers who were killed all around, there was blood everywhere, stumps and broken arms everywhere, and heart-rending cries everywhere. He felt as if he was in a sea of hellish blood, and he cried out, "Enough! That's enough! Don't kill again! ”

But where anyone listened to him, those soldiers still vented their resentment like devils. Cao Cao saw Cao Ren stabbing with a gun not far away, he rushed forward and grabbed his gun: "Don't kill!" That's enough! ”

Cao Ren had already killed the red eye, and he wanted to stab people after snatching the gun. Cao Cao stepped up and slapped him back: "Don't kill!" Did you hear it? ”

"I hear you!" Cao Ren actually roared at his clan brother, and then tears poured out like a tide, "Why don't you kill?" Our brothers are gone...... Whining...... You open your eyes and see! How many of our 3,000 riders are left......"

He threw away his spear and lay down on his horse and wept bitterly, "Why fight? Why fight this damn battle! ”

yes, why fight?

Cao Cao looked up at the blood-stained battlefield: the officers and soldiers could no longer be killed, and they all stood on the ground with their arms bowed. The peasants who lived for the rest of their lives were like walking corpses, swaying and scattering with their wounds...... Enough is enough, everyone is already disgusted with this ridiculous war......

Zhu Jun rushed over with the few remaining personal soldiers, his face was gray and haggard, as if he had aged ten years in one day: "It's over, it's finally over." ”

"I was wrong...... I never want to go to war again in my life. Cao Cao gritted his teeth and cried out.

The blood-red sunset reflected the blood-stained earth, and the corpses were all over the field......

In November of the first year of Zhongping, Zhu Jun exterminated the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army.