"General! How to fight? ……”

The soldiers of the Liangshan garrison battalion were prostrate on the edge of the mountain and forest, looking at the Yellow Turban Army marching towards Shouzhangcheng not far ahead, and they all asked with a worried face.

"There are too many of them, more than ten times more than our ......" Li Yun, who came with the garrison camp to save the city together, also had a solemn face.

"How? Isn't Brother Li Yun afraid? Yang Zhi sat up, spit out the grass stalks in his mouth, and sneered.

"Brother is not afraid? My brother is not afraid, but I, Li Yun, have no fear, my head has fallen off with a scar the size of a bowl. "Li Yun is not a man who confesses.

"Brothers, are you afraid?" Yang Zhi is running on the soldiers under his command.

Before the battle was fought, which of the soldiers of the garrison was willing to admit it, and they all replied: "Don't be afraid." ”

"It's okay not to be afraid, Shouzhang and I will be saved." Yang Zhi smiled with satisfaction.

“…… But they are indeed numerous......" one of the pawns couldn't help but say.

Yang Zhi suddenly suppressed his smile and scolded at the pawn: "I knew you were afraid, you didn't have the guts." He looked around and said, "Brothers, Shouzhang must be saved, but not blindly, and my Liangshan garrison camp is not going up to blindly send him to death." Listen to me. ”

He paused and continued: "Listen to my analysis. First, our army, Shou Zhangcheng, and the Yellow Turban thieves form a triangle; Second, the Yellow Turbans are in the light, our army is in the dark, and the Yellow Turbans don't know how many people in our army will attack when our army will attack. Third, our army is hidden in the mountains and forests, and behind it is the mountains. Fourth, our Liangshan army should have thousands of men and horses, and Fanxian County's 800 men and horses, and it is estimated that they are about to arrive. …… Damn, Li Ying and Li Jun should have arrived early, we have all rested for half a day. The last sentence is not an analysis, it is Yang Zhi scolding his mother.

"We all know these four points, what is the use of analysis." Cao Zheng, the knife ghost who was listening with his head stretched out on the side, asked puzzled.

"Elm Head!" Yang Zhi scolded and grinned: "These four points are enough for me to arrange a plan and make meritorious contributions." ”

"Oh? What a plan" Everyone was excited.

Yang Zhi said: "The strategy of fiction and reality. When the Yellow Turban thieves attacked the city, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, our army came out of the forest and turned him upside down......"

"There are many of them......" Tang Long, the money leopard on the side, interjected again.

"Damn, I didn't know there were so many of them. Listen to me. Yang Zhi raised his eyebrows and scolded, "Seeing that our army killed them upside down, he will lead troops to kill." Our army will flee into the mountains and forests, and he will not dare to pursue him. If he doesn't come to chase him, our army will fight again, so that they will be troubled......"

"But what if they chase in?" Tang Long also asked.

"I have a way. We sent dozens of brothers to stir up smoke and dust in the forest, and they did not know how many men and horses there were, so they did not dare to come in for fear of an ambush. Yang Zhi said.

"What if they set fire to the forest?" Tang Long also asked.

"Damn, why are there so many things. When the forest is set on fire, let's just flee inside, what do we want to do so much. In a moment they will be attacking the city, hurry up, don't think about it. In the end, whether you want to make meritorious service or not, Lao Tzu still wants to make meritorious service and transfer to the field camp. Yang Zhi was so angry that he scolded.

So everyone prepared according to the arrangement of the Lord General Yang Zhi.

The black-pressed Yellow Turban soldiers and horses are getting closer and closer to Deshou Zhangcheng, only four or five miles away. Looking from the top of the city, you can clearly see the flashing swords and guns, and clearly hear the neighing of the war horses and the shouting of the warhorses.

"The North Gate, they're attacking the North Gate." Ling Zhen looked at the direction of the Yellow Turban Army and determined the direction of the main attack.

He shouted backwards: "North gate artillery, artillery ready." Herald! And the artillery of the east and west walls also came towards them. Don't move at the south gate, it's too far to hit. Herald! The artillery of the east and west tuns waited for the enemy army to stay two or three miles in the city and then ......"

Fortunately, it had been arranged long ago last night, and the soldiers of the firearms demolition battalion could understand what he was saying. A herald had already hurried to the east and west of the city. Originally, 15 squatting artillery pieces were arranged in the east, west, north and south, and one cannon. Shouzhang City is four or five miles away, and the artillery attack is four or five miles away. The artillery on the east and west sides was also able to hit it to the north. The artillery in the south city can't be fired, and it can't be carried, the artillery is too cumbersome, and when it is transported, in case the south gate also comes to attack.

The Yellow Turban Army Horse was closer, and at a glance outside the north gate, it was all black and pressing, like ants attached to it. Under the drive and shouting of the commanders of each team, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers marched forward in a line with complicated feelings. They are red-eyed and can attack the rich Shouzhang, and they will not seal the knife for a day, and plunder as much as they want; They were also horrified by the meteorite spell that fell from the sky yesterday, and it was the gods who were protecting Shouzhang.

"First tun, ready...... Put! The first tuntun chief shouted sharply.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ……”

Suddenly, the entire Beicheng city wall trembled slightly, fifteen cannons flashed, spewing smoke into the sky, and fifteen polished smooth and huge live ammunition whirled and swirled towards the Yellow Turban soldiers and horses four or five miles away. The entire northern city was suddenly shrouded in choking thick smoke, like in the clouds.

After firing, the breechers were still boiling hot, and they rushed up and stabbed the front end of the gun through the front end with a thick wooden handle tied with a damp cloth tied to the front end, and wiped it desperately. After the first cannon is fired, there are too many gunpowder residues left in the chamber, which is not cleaned and is not accurate at all, and it is easier to explode.

Three or four miles away, the Yellow Turban Army saw white smoke spraying out of the sky in several places at the head of the city, followed by a few thunderous explosions, and the entire team suddenly became chaotic. "Spells...... Meteorite...... Come on. Screams of fear rang out in all directions, and people and horses scurried in all directions.

"Bang...... Peng ......"

Before they could take a few steps, more than a dozen huge stone bullets were already whirling and descending from the sky. Some smashed it squarely, directly smashed the Yellow Turban soldier's head to pieces, and then continued to roll and spin backwards, sweeping out a bloody path. Some were unlucky and smashed into the clearing, but the huge rebound force made the stone bullet bounce irregularly, sweeping away the bones of the Yellow Turban Army, which was also terrifying.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, the wails of the wounded, the screams of fear, were earth-shattering.

It sounds so tragic, but in fact, in tens of thousands of soldiers, there are only tens of thousands of dead and wounded, and less than a hundred. If it is in the normal match, the Yellow Turban Army has already had too much contact. They were confused, and the reason they screamed was only fear.

"Rush! Rush! …… There aren't many officers and soldiers who know how to spell! Rush! ”

"I told you in the morning, there aren't many spells! Rush and you'll be fine! The little handsomes also shouted loudly with white faces, and the former handsome Zhang Bo and Bian Xi had told them thousands of times.

"Rush! ......The Yellow Turbans mustered up the last courage and continued to rush forward.

Just rushed two or three miles away.

"Boom, boom......, boom," more thunderstorms rang out.

"Ah......" The Yellow Turban Army was in chaos, and countless people fled backwards, colliding with the Yellow Turbans rushing forward, so it became even more chaotic.

The artillery of the eastern and western cities had been fired, and it was blocked by the city walls, and there was no smoke in sight. But the sound of earth-shattering cannons was heard, and then dozens of round stone bullets roared down. It was another person who turned on his back, the shield was shattered, and the gun was broken, and dozens of bloody roads were washed out, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"Ah...... Ah...... "The Yellow Turban Army was completely chaotic, and everyone scattered and fled. Escape...... Escaping the spell's attack range, that was the only thought on their minds right now. Let the little marshals roar desperately beside them, and let the overseers behind them light up their snow-white swords and slaughter wantonly.