Volume 2 The Death of the Yellow Turban Chapter 38 Bloody Fight

About 12,000 Yellow Turban soldiers divided into several waves and launched a fierce offensive against Neihuang County. The intelligence of the Han army was somewhat wrong, and the strength of this Yellow Turban Army was not 30,000, but reached 35,000. As a result, the Yellow Turbans suffered nearly 7,000 casualties in the first round of siege, but still had enough troops to support them to continue the siege.

First, they made full use of the gravel that had caused them a lot of damage not long ago, plus sandbags abandoned nearby, to fill the second ditch in the shortest possible time.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of Yellow Turban archers poured up, although their bows and arrows were relatively rudimentary and at a disadvantage of attacking from the back, but due to the huge number and strict shield protection, they were able to contain six hundred elite Han archers in the bow battle. Soon, the Yellow Turbans established a solid defensive line along the last line of moat, so that the follow-up troops carried sandbags and earth and stones in a steady stream.

Nan Ying made a big mistake in the first round of offensive and defensive battles, he definitely didn't expect that Yan Li not only did not flinch after witnessing the terrifying power of the catapults, but was stimulated to have a strong ambition, eager to take it immediately.

The original intention of the Southern Eagle was to use catapults to destroy a large number of the enemy's living forces, and to form a deterrent psychology against them, so as to delay the next round of attacks as much as possible. Because so far, the plan to lure the enemy has been fully realized, and all that remains is to wait. Waiting for the main army to complete the encirclement without the enemy knowingly, gather and annihilate it, and the thought that it would be a complete victory in one day, Nanying really didn't want to have too many casualties.

When the Han army saw that the Yellow Turban Army had only about 3,000 reserves left, and the other 25,000 or so soldiers had all thrown themselves into the siege battle, all the faces of the people changed! They only need to hold out for one more day to be considered successful, but judging from the current situation, it is clear that the Yellow Turbans do not want to leave them with even a day. The enemy army did not intend to trap the Han army by besieging the city at all, but to break through the city in the shortest possible time with the force of thunder.

Nanying looked at the city blankly and said, "I'm really confused! Now that the sun is about to set, could it be that the Yellow Turban Army is so arrogant that they want to capture Neihuang in one hour? ”

"Nope! They're hard-hearted! Gao Feng casually handed the binoculars back to him, "Sir, you see, their reserve team seems to be preparing torches and other things in the rear, and it seems that they have made up their minds to fight at night!" ”

"Night battles?" Nanying groaned, "Oh my God! They're crazy! What exactly stimulates them? Do you have to be so desperate and in a hurry? ”

Gao Feng's brows furrowed tightly: "There are several possibilities!" The first is that their scouts have discovered the main force of the Han army that is about to close the siege, so they are eager to capture this city as a stronghold! However, this possibility is extremely small, because they are extremely short of horses and do not have the ability to reconnoiter in a large range and long distance, not to mention that General Lu's main force alone has two divisions of Changshui and Yuecai, and there are 5,000 elite cavalry, so they should not make the low-level mistake of ordering the Yellow Turban Army to scout and cavalry slip through the net! ”

"Well, the most likely explanation is!" He smiled bitterly and said to Nanying, "Sir, your catapult is too powerful, which makes them frightened, in order to prevent us from repairing and replenishing the stone again, we can only desperately press the whole army to get out of the range of the catapult!" ”

Nan Ying slapped his forehead in annoyance: "It seems that I was smart but was mistaken by being smart!" Who would have thought that these rabbles would be so fearless of death! I'm really underestimated! ”

"No!" Gao Feng shook his head lightly and said, "It's not the chief's fault!" You want to do your best to minimize our casualties, right? To be honest, such a simple thing is not only me, but even Hou Tong and Cao Xing will definitely have an understanding! ”

"Actually, all the subordinates are grateful for the kindness of the chief!" Gao Feng slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist, "But as the chief once said, if you fight, you will definitely die!" From the first day I followed you, at least I had this realization! ”

"If a general always puts the life and death of a soldier first, then he will be a good man, but not a good general! The soldiers will love such a general, but they will never be in awe, because he has lost his razor-sharp spirit! Gao Feng said calmly to Nanying, "To be honest, I think the chief's heart is much softer than it was back then!" ”

Nan Ying was stunned for a long time, and finally smiled dumbly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "It seems that my heart is really getting softer and softer!" Even you started to teach me a lesson! ”

"Choking" A pair of eagle knives were pulled out from his back, and a few knife flowers were deftly pulled out between his wrists. Nan Ying looked at the Yellow Turban Army who were about to fill the last moat, and said lightly: "Order!" Let go of all soldiers! Let's have a good time! ”

Gao Feng's eyes lit up, and he habitually put his feet together, and shouted with all his strength: "Yes! Pass the Chief's Order! Let's have a good time! ”

After paying nearly 1,000 casualties, the Yellow Turban Army finally succeeded in filling a large section of the moat on the side of the north gate, and the soldiers who had been impatient for a long time let out a deafening cheer, carrying hundreds of siege ladders and frantically rushing to the city wall.

Long ladders were erected on the edge of the city, and in the trembling and swaying, countless Yellow Turban soldiers waved their sharp blades and climbed up to the city. As if intimidated by their momentum, the rain of arrows shot from the city became sparse, which made the Yellow Turban Army even more vigorous, and the figures were more vigorous like apes.

Soon, however, the first enemy on all the long stairs encountered an insurmountable obstacle in the form of a long sharp wooden frame fixed to the battlements of the wall.

When a Yellow Turban sergeant clumsily tried to climb over the wooden frame, before his front foot could land on the battlement, a long, thick bamboo pole slammed into his chest through the gap in the wooden frame. He let out a desperate cry, and fell down in mid-air with his hands in the air, slamming heavily on the bodies of several of his comrades.

Countless strong Han officers and soldiers retreated from the immediate vicinity of the city walls, so that the long arrows fired from below could no longer threaten them along the slightly curved shooting curve. They all hold the same bamboo pole in their hands, and whenever they see an enemy soldier emerging from under the city, they will mechanically push the long pole and push the enemy down the city like a mouse.

The screams resounded in the sky, and one after another the Yellow Turban soldiers fell down like dumplings, and the Yellow Turban Army that followed them continued to climb, was blocked, and fell because of the obstruction of their line of sight, and they could not figure out the situation at all, which had a major impact on the morale of all the Yellow Turban soldiers who participated in the battle. The soldiers on the long ladder had begun to stir, many were trying to get back to the ground, and the large crowd of soldiers gathered below the city was dodging in panic from the continuous human bombardment overhead.

The Yellow Turban generals, who were in command from afar, quickly figured out why the attack was blocked, and they shouted orders one after another.

The Yellow Turbans who were on the long ladder climbed down one after another, some of them simply jumped down from the right height, and the soldiers below raised their shields above their heads, covering the rest of their companions to slowly retreat.

The archers under the city did not hesitate to continue to shoot arrows at the uninhabited city to prevent the Han army from reoccupying the edge of the city wall, which would make the Yellow Turban Army in chaos under the city fall under the top-down blow, and tend to collapse even more.

Hundreds of Yellow Turbans and Hercules were urgently gathered, each of them was given a heavy hammer or axe, and then they led the regrouped Yellow Turbans to continue the offensive towards the city, under the cover of archers and shield men.

When these athletes and strong men approached the wooden frame, they stared at the blood-red eyes, and used all their strength to smash them with the heavy weapons in their hands. In the heavy bombardment, the wooden frame sawdust flew one after another, breaking the gaps that could be passed through.

The Han soldiers noticed the movement of the Yellow Turban Army, they put down the long rods in their hands one after another, grabbed the long knives of the snow again, and slashed down at the heads of the enemies who were wreaking havoc on the edge of the city.

Although the elite of the Yellow Turbans' improvised organization were killed and wounded almost instantly, their mission was accomplished, and the barrier on the edge of the city was finally destroyed.

The Yellow Turbans erupted in an earth-shattering cry again, and continued to climb frantically towards the city wall. They are not afraid of face-to-face life-and-death battles, as long as they are not the kind of completely passive beating just now, they can face it calmly, and at the same time, countless companions have forcibly fought a way out for them with their flesh and blood, which is enough to ignite the blood in their hearts of the same enemy.

The Han army defending the city was only 3,500 in total, and in addition to the main defensive north gate, 1,000 men had to be assigned to patrol the other city gates to prevent a sudden attack by the enemy, which made their already insufficient forces even more stretched.

Soon, more than 2,000 Han troops lost the cover of the wooden frame, and gradually became a little powerless in the face of more than ten times the Yellow Turban Army, and the defense line at the head of the city has begun to loosen, and a few places have even been rushed to the city by the enemy, and a fierce white-knuckle battle is being launched.

A leader of the Yellow Turban Army jumped up to the city, stabbed a Han soldier in the abdomen, and the blood splashed all over his face, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face, turned around and shouted: "Brothers, rush with me!" Occupy the city, and we will ......"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a brilliant sword flashed, and the voice of the leader of the Yellow Turban Army stopped abruptly, blood spurted wildly from his neck, and his hands and feet twitched and fell down the city.

A young general with scattered black hair withdrew his sword, flew with one kick, and kicked a Yellow Turban soldier who had just climbed the city into the air and rolled backwards, while roaring angrily: "Dream! ”

The general was able to kill, and the two swords in his hands were swung out alternately like lightning, forcing all the nearby enemy troops who had attacked the city to fall to the bottom of the city, and finally he simply jumped on the battlements, condescendingly waved the two swords like wheels, and the enemy soldiers on the nearest long ladders were chopped into blood and splashed down the city, and in a few breaths, the corpses under the city were already piled up waist-high.

"My lord! It's Lord Sima! A Han soldier shouted wildly, "Brothers, kill!" Adults are all around us! ”

The enemy archers under the city had apparently noticed the general's presence, and they took aim with their bows out, and a dozen long arrows shot at him.

"Protect your lordship!" One Han soldier dragged the general back from the battlement, and several other Han soldiers rushed forward and protected them with shields, ignoring the fact that they had been hit by several arrows.

A Han army general not far away shouted angrily: "Damn it! The archers listen to my orders and immediately suppress the enemy archers! If you hurt your lords, I'll kill you!" ”

His immediate subordinates immediately turned around and shot a dense rain of arrows at the enemy archers, and the general who gave the order flew to the edge of the city, opened his big bow, and shot a series of long arrows with both hands as fast as lightning, and shot down seven or eight enemy shield bearers in a row with unmistakable accuracy, and immediately opened the hole in the enemy's tightly guarded formation. The enemy archers, who had lost the protection of their shields, screamed and fell to the ground.

The general, who had been dragged back by his subordinates, stretched out his hand to push away the soldiers standing in front of him, picked up an iron halberd on the ground, and shouted, "Follow me!" ”

Several soldiers held the iron halberd together, and when the general put the iron halberd on the front end of a long ladder, several people shouted together and successfully pushed the long ladder backwards, and the seven or eight Yellow Turban soldiers on the long ladder screamed in amazement and knocked down a piece of their own people.

All the nearby Han soldiers cheered together: "Your Excellency is mighty!" Mighty! ”

The night shrouded, and the Yellow Turban Army really had the determination to attack the city overnight, not only did not weaken the offensive, but lit countless torches. Under the illumination of the lights, the city and the city are as bright as day.

On a section of the city wall farther away, a young soldier swung his long knife, slashing several enemy soldiers to the ground in succession, and he looked at a black man who was killing all the way in his direction and roared: "You are crazy! Don't protect the adults who come here to do anything! ”

The black man waved a pair of iron halberds, and cut down when he met people, and he never had an enemy, and he could be called invincible. He swept through with a halberd, knocking an enemy soldier out like a reed fire, then turned around and sneered, "What kind of joke are you talking about? Do adults still need protection? You're worried! ”

The young marquis was stunned for a moment, and his face changed with anger: "Fart! Have the ability to compare with Lao Tzu, who kills the most enemies! ”

He turned over and killed, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, killing more than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers who had just attacked the city, crying wolves and fleeing, one of the enemy soldiers was so frightened that he saw the young marquis killing with a hideous face, so he simply closed his eyes and jumped down from the city.

The marquis laughed and looked at it like a demonstration, but saw that the black man had overturned two long ladders with only one person's strength, and he couldn't help but stop his mouth in amazement, and once again viciously pursued and killed the enemy.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the stars and moon were dark. Only countless torches hunted high, dyed a blood red, the two sides sacrificed their lives and forgot to die in the tragic battle, a body fell heavily from time to time, but it was still throbbing, so that the red blood could not help but add to the blood stains that had become charred black, and the inner Yellow City was like a hell on earth.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, the thunderous shouts gradually became quieter, the light of the torches gradually faded due to the burning out, and the dark sky suddenly revealed a glimmer of light, and the longest night was finally about to pass.

PS: Khan! I didn't expect this chapter to be written for so long, it seems that Bai Xue is really not very good at describing war scenes! Brothers will just see!

Please still have no collection of brothers decisively collect, Bai Xue, thank you!

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