"Escaped, escaped...... The Yellow Turban Thief escaped......"

In the mountains and forests, the soldiers of the Liangshan garrison battalion hurriedly called in a low voice.

"General, shall we kill them?" A soldier raised his head and asked Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi sat among the trees, pulling the reins of the war horse left and right, and when he heard the question of his soldiers, his eyes widened, and he scolded in a low voice: "What are you going to do when you kill it?" Think you've lived too long? The yellow scarves fled, and I still drove them out of more than 10,000 people? Our mission is to save Shou Zhang. What's more, believe it or not, the Yellow Turban will soon turn back to the second round of siege......"

Yang Zhi shouted in a low voice: "It's all on your stomach, don't show your whereabouts." Be in a hurry, wait for my orders. ”

Sure enough, the Yellow Turban soldiers and horses fled into the distance like a tide, but stopped. Just because the Yellow Turban Qu Marshal Zhang Bo led the more than 1,000 elite cavalry to ride horses and cut off the heads of hundreds of Yellow Turban pawns who fled to the front.

Uncle Zhang raised the bloody bronze broadsword and shouted: "Those who dare to flee, kill!" ”

Under such high pressure, the Yellow Turban military slowly stabilized. The commanders of the various armies rode their horses and galloped, roaring for the Yellow Turbans to re-line.

The yellow turban general Bian Xi pinched the horse's belly and rode in front of the formation. He shouted, "Yellow Heaven is above, sons of the Heavenly Master, warriors. Listen to me, I have learned the power of the demon moth of the official army. The demon moth is indeed powerful, swallowing smoke, the sound is like a thunderbolt, and meteorites fall from the sky. But ......"

Bian Xi shouted even louder: "After yesterday's attack with Fang Cai, we can test out, that demon moth is so powerful, how much can it smash our Yellow Turban warriors?" And it can only be cast once, or replenished for a long time. We just need to overcome our fears and rush straight ahead, and this Shouzhang will definitely be able to fight in one battle. The heroic Yellow Turban wrestlers, go back, go back and take Shouzhang. ”

Uncle Zhang also roared: "Sons, as long as you dodge one attack, as long as you dodge one attack at most, at most two times, the demon moth will have no power." Go back, occupy Shouzhang, don't seal the knife for a day, grab it, raise your father and mother-in-law! He waved his big knife and shouted: "Rush! Rush! Yellow Turban Old Battalion, Supervise the Array! But there are those who retreat in a cowardly position, and they are killed. ”

The more than 1,000 cavalry behind Uncle Zhang responded in unison: "Yes!" ”

It turns out that there are many Yellow Turban soldiers and horses now. In fact, only these more than 1,000 cavalry have been following him, when the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Bu Si was captured by the famous Han general Huangfu Song, Zhang Bo took thousands of men and horses under his command to hide everywhere and wander around, after several battles, now only these more than 1,000 people remain, Zhang Bo called them the old camp, the equipment occupied by the siege and plundering the land is the first to meet the old camp, this is his elite and his foundation. And the rest of the men and horses were obtained by Zhang Bo's confusion and coercion, they were all ordinary people, and they were only issued with swords and guns to get their excess equipment, how could they have any combat power, where there was any resilience, loyalty and bravery, just for their lives, just for the lives of their parents, wives and children who were also coerced. It's a pity that they, on the one hand, are coerced and bewitched, and they are begging for their parents, wives and children to survive; On the other hand, they inflict their suffering on the more innocent rest of the people. They took a city, destroyed a city, plundered a city, and coerced more people to join them. The young and strong are soldiers, and the old and weak, women and children follow behind, relying on the young and strong to loot and make meritorious contributions, and the Yellow Turban Army is like this snowballing bigger and bigger.

The commander of the first battalion of the Yellow Turban Army is called the colonel, the commander of the first army is called the little marshal, and the commander of the party is called the commander of the Qu. The little marshals drove the Yellow Turban Army to open the array again, and rushed towards Shouzhangcheng again, only this time they were more cautious and the team was more dispersed.

Five miles away from the city, the city once again let out a thunderous roar, white smoke rose, more than a dozen meteorites fell from the sky with the sound of breaking wind, whistling, spinning, where you need to aim, directly in the crowd swept out more than a dozen bloody roads again, wailing and crying screams spread again, the Yellow Turban Army was chaotic again, and some cowards retreated and ran backwards again.

"Poof! Burst! ……”

As soon as he saw the Yellow Turban pawns who were retreating, the iron cavalry of the Overseer behind them immediately slapped their horses, and with a wave of their broadsword, their heads flew up, and dozens of Yellow Turban pawns died under the law enforcement team.

"Rush! Death to those who retreat! Meteorites, meteorites are only so little......" the little marshals roared and drove away.

The Yellow Turbans held back their fear, trembling and moving on.

Three miles away from the city, the thunder in the city sounded, dozens of shadows blasted over from the direction of the east and west cities, and dozens of blood roads naturally opened up again.

"Kill! Kill! No spells...... The officers and soldiers have no spells, kill! The little marshals continued to roar and drive away.

Suddenly, the black and oppressive Yellow Turban Army was in high spirits, let out a mountain and tsunami screams, and rushed down the city like a tide. "Quick! Fast! "The little marshals are driving.

"Quick! Fast! Ling Zhen, the commander of the firearms blasting battalion, was also urging loudly, and sweat rolled down his face.

The artillerymen under his command were even more sweaty, and the breve brushed the barrel like a life, and when the cleaning was completed, the loader carefully loaded the precious hard-won gunpowder from the muzzle, loaded the long fire rope, and then loaded it with a stone bullet that was polished to a light of more than ten kilograms.

"The enemy army only has two miles left, aim!" Ling Zhen roared loudly.

Under the command of the artillery commander, the artillerymen sweated profusely and moved the artillery, aiming at the artillery.

"Boom! Rumble! ......" artillery once again burst into a dazzling flash, rising up a cloud of smoke and blasting towards the heads of the Yellow Turbans who were getting closer and closer. This time it is no longer a salvo but a free fire, which squat artillery is reloaded first, and which squat bombards itself.

"And! How can there still be ......" The Yellow Turban Army screamed, the formation was chaotic, and countless Yellow Turban Army fled backwards again. However, the Shouzhang guards and the people at the head of the city cheered and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Go back! Get back! ......" The little handsomes are driving, and more than a thousand Yellow Turban Iron Horsemen are driving. "Poof, poof, poof......" Countless heads flew into the sky. All of a sudden, the sound of wailing, screaming, roaring, and driving all of a sudden gathered together under the Shouzhang Castle.

Uncle Zhang, who watched the battle from the end, frowned and scolded: "Straight thief, is there such a mess? ”

Bian Xi comforted: "It's okay, it's just a little panic, our army didn't die much." General, if there are no troops at the head of the city, it will definitely be captured. ”

Driven by iron and blood, the Yellow Turban Army finally rushed to the place under the city in the face of artillery fire.

"Put! ......" The little handsomes couldn't wait to roar, blindly being beaten and bombed, making them feel extremely guilty. In an instant, countless bows and arrows under the city shot towards Shouzhang City like a torrential rain, and less than half of them had fallen from the city, but even if there were the remaining half, the number was still terrifying, and the lethality was still amazing. Countless arrows "puff puff ......" shot into the bodies of countless inexperienced civilians on the city wall, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ahh ......" The city wall suddenly wailed, and the people rolled on the ground with their arrows in their hands, and the scene was chaotic.

"Put! Put! Fight back, fight back......" Xiao Rang also shouted.

The soldiers and people with bows at the head of the city also fought back. It's a pity that there are too few archers in the city, and there are very few counterattacks, and although most of the bows and arrows hit the Yellow Turban thieves, they are less lethal.

The Yellow Turban Army soon rushed to the city wall, and countless ladders were erected and built on the city wall.

"Slap the stick! Shoot the stick! Xiao Rang shouted. The soldiers who led the team to defend the city led the people to hold the thick and long beating pole and stabbed the ladder over. The ladder collapsed with a "bang", smashed on the ground and knocked out the dust, and even smashed the yellow turban pawn at the bottom with broken heads and bones, and crushed the ground and screamed.

There were always more ladders seizing the battlements, and the soldiers immediately climbed to their aid.

"Smash! Smash me! Xiao Rang picked up a stone and threw it down the ladder. The people were the most proficient in smashing, and countless stones, bricks, and sassalwoods were smashed down from the city like a torrential rain.

A large rock smashed accurately on the head of a Yellow Turban soldier who was climbing upward, his head was like a watermelon, blood splattered, and he screamed and fell down the ladder. A piece of wood rolled and smashed open the shield held by a Yellow Turban soldier, and smashed it on his chest and abdomen, and he suddenly fell down the ladder with a muffled grunt, and smashed on the soldiers who were climbing up below, and continued to fall down, and fell down with a team of Yellow Turban soldiers. Such situations are innumerable on the north city three or four miles wide, and the yellow turban pawns on the cloud ladder fall like rain.

The grim reaper of war tore apart his hideous face and continued to harvest the lives of both sides. Shelling, arrows, stones and smashing, under the leadership of Ling Zhenxiao Rang, the people of Shouzhang killed countless yellow turbans with fear and pain, bravery and unyielding. But they themselves were also lost by the rain of arrows below, and hundreds of thousands of men and horses were lost.

The Yellow Turban Guards flinched again, wailing and wailing and screaming, and in confusion, refusing to climb the ladder.

"The top is all the people, and the top is the people's ......" The yellow scarf behind him had sharp eyes, looking at the random dress of the defenders at the head of the city, and shouted.

"It's all the people! The city will be broken soon! Above! Above! ......" The little handsomes cheered up loudly with the soldiers.

The Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry ignored the horseshoe corporals, trampled on the living or dead Yellow Turban soldiers, waved sharp broadswords, and dozens of heads flew up with "puff puff puff ......". "The one who retreats is slashed!" They shouted in unison with hideous faces.

"Up! Above! ”

The Yellow Turban soldier opened his mouth wide, his eyes were blood-red, and he once again swarmed under the ladder, and climbed frantically to the top, and from time to time someone screamed and fell down the ladder, and one group died, and then another. The bows and arrows under the city were thrown more rapidly, and at closer distances, the lethality was doubled, and the casualties on both sides were more.

Soon a Yellow Turban soldier approached the wall, and a strong Yellow Turban roared with a shield in his left hand and a sword and spear in his right hand, intending to leap forward. "Kill, kill him!" The guards who watched him come up commanded the people to pick up their spears, raise their broadswords, and stab him fiercely.

The yellow turban smashed several spears with a shield, but several spears still pierced his body. He screamed and struggled, and the people screamed and wept bitterly, and stabbed him off the wall.

When this yellow scarf climbed to the top of the city, the yellow scarves below cheered and thundered, even if they were immediately stabbed down the city, but hope has been seen, the capture of the city is in front of them, why don't the yellow turbans boost their morale?

The attack and defense continued, and the fighting continued, unusually tragic. If this continues, Shouzhang City will be broken in sight.