Liu Bei saw the rain of arrows from the Yellow Turban Thief, and a confident smile appeared on his face at that time, he was not on the first day on the battlefield, and he had seen such a scene several times.

He was confident in his army, and they would definitely be able to deal with such a small scene, and Liu Bei's men certainly did not disappoint him, and they raised their arms and shields to block the rain of arrows aside.

At the same time, the pace of their charge did not stop, they all knew that stopping at this time was tantamount to looking for death, so they accelerated their pace instead.

At this time, they were still less than thirty meters away from Wancheng, and such a distance was in the blink of an eye, and a few seconds later, countless cloud ladders were erected on the walls of Wancheng.

Then Liu Beijun's soldiers began to climb the ladder, and the walls of Wancheng were not particularly tall, and it only took more than a minute to climb them according to their speed.

However, this more than a minute has become an insurmountable barrier for them, and Zhao Hong will naturally not be naïve enough to think that he can block the Han army's siege with only a bow and arrow.

The rain of arrows just now can only be regarded as an appetizer before the main meal, and now the first big dish is about to be seated, looking at the Han army Zhao Hong, who is climbing the city wall, shouting loudly:

"All of them have paid attention to me, and the rolling wood and stone have given me a strong greeting!"

Following Zhao Hong's order, the Yellow Turban Army in Wancheng immediately set out, and they lifted the rolling logs and gravels they had prepared in advance, and smashed them towards the Han army that was climbing.

This time it can cause a lot of damage to Liu Bei's army, after all, it is difficult to deal with such sharp weapons as rolling logs and stones, unless it is an extremely experienced veteran, it is possible to dodge in a moment of crisis.

For a while, Liu Beijun's soldiers fell down like dumplings, but this did not dampen Liu Bei's enthusiasm for siege, and he also expected this to be rolled with wood and stones.

But watching his subordinate sergeants fall down wave by wave, Liu Bei still hated the root of his teeth, and he swore that if he was allowed to attack Wancheng, he would have to pick the skin of the thief!

Although the rolling wood and stone are sharp, Liu Bei's subordinates are not the first brothers on the battlefield.

With the control of the rhythm of the battlefield, many of them have dodged the attack of the rolling wood and radium, and began to continue to climb towards the city wall.

When Zhao Hong saw this situation, not only did he not have the slightest panic but smiled even more happily, these Han soldiers really thought that he was just two brushes?

Today he had to let the Han army break his muscles and bones, and then he began to give orders again, and he asked his men to carry the hot oil that had been burned before.

When the first Han soldier was about to touch the top of the city wall, a stream of hot oil poured him through, and the Han soldier wailed and fell from the top of the ladder.

Then such wails can be said to come and go, Zhao Hong, this guy didn't know how much hot oil to prepare, and for a while, the hot oil poured down like splashing water.

With the hot oil pouring down, there was an overflowing smell of meat on the battlefield, but those who smelled this smell of meat couldn't help but feel disgusted.

This is the smell of meat brought by hot oil pouring on people, such a meat smell makes the soldiers of the Han army retreat a little, Liu Bei is also a little stunned, he has not seen the defenders use oil to defend the city.

However, the first time he saw the hot oil swaying like a waterfall, this made him shake a little in today's siege, but when he saw Liu Yuan standing in the distance, Liu Bei gritted his teeth and ordered his men to continue the siege.

Here I have to say that Liu Beijun's military discipline is still very good, even in the current situation, when Liu Bei gave the order, his soldiers started the next wave of attacks without any hesitation.

At this time, the hot oil waterfall on the city wall came to an abrupt end, Liu Bei showed a knowing smile when he saw this, the thief army on the city wall finally ran out of oil, now see what else they can do to stop themselves.

Then Liu Bei's sergeant soldier's climb became smooth, and they climbed up quickly one after another, seeing that they only needed to turn over to climb the city wall of Wancheng.

Liu Bei's self-confidence returned, he believed that as long as his soldiers were allowed to climb the city wall, those thieves in Wancheng were no match for his own men at all.

Now he only needs to wait a little longer, he will take the credit for capturing Wancheng, and then he will see what Liu Yuan Xiao'er has to be proud of.

Just when Liu Bei was a little complacent, the annoying voice on the city wall sounded again, and when Liu Bei heard this voice, his face was like ashes:

"Little ones, greet them with gold juice for me, let these Han officers and soldiers also taste it, and we will prepare the best Huilong soup for them!"

As the words landed, countless cauldrons appeared on the walls of Wancheng, and these steaming cauldrons emitted a disgusting smell, and the yellow turban thieves who controlled these cauldrons all covered their mouths and noses with strips of cloth.

In the desperate eyes of Sergeant Liu Bei, these cauldrons changed their angles one after another, and streams of yellow juice flowed out of them, and all the Sergeants and Soldiers of Liu Bei who were stained by these juices all fell down the ladder.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the Han army, the yellow turban thieves on the walls of Wancheng let out a smug laugh, and these laughter pierced Liu Bei's fragile heart like a sharp blade.

Looking at the soldiers who could still wail on the ground, Liu Bei knew that these soldiers could not be saved, and they were just making the last sound of their lives now.

As long as the hot gold juice touches the body, it will directly burn the human skin, which is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is that as long as the gold juice is stained with the wound, then the wound will rot and fester!

At that time, a wound will be enough to kill a big man, let alone a soldier whose whole body is drenched with gold juice.

Liu Bei was a little paralyzed at that time, and he could only watch weakly as his soldiers died in wailing.

Just when Liu Bei was a little decadent, someone suddenly came to report that his general Yan Liang had actually climbed the city wall, and this news shocked Liu Bei's spirit.

After fighting for a long time, there is finally good news, as long as Yan Liang can climb the city wall, then a gap will soon be opened.

When the time comes, his own soldiers will be able to establish a line of defense along this gap.

As long as he has this line of defense, his soldiers will continue to rush forward, and once the number of people reaches a certain number, there will be a qualitative change immediately.

He didn't believe that there could be anyone in the city who was Yan Liang's opponent, thinking of this, Liu Bei glared fiercely at the chief general of the Yellow Turban Thief on the city wall, and said secretly in his heart:

"Bastard, you wait for me, how to clean you up when Lao Tzu enters the city in a while! Today, if you don't want to survive, you can't die, even if Lao Tzu and I don't have high means! ”

However, what Liu Bei didn't expect was that when Zhao Hong heard that an enemy general had successfully landed in the city, he still didn't panic at all, and just casually ordered his subordinates to act according to the plan.

Then Zhao Hong took his own soldiers and ran quickly towards the place where Yan Liang landed in the city, he was going to kill this Han army general today and find a weighty burial for himself!