The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand; The year is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious

Once upon a time, this was the belief for which the Taiping Sect dedicated their blood, however, with the growth of the Yellow Turban Uprising, this phrase gradually became a slogan and lost its sacred meaning.

It's just that when everyone is driven to a dead end, when the dignity of life is trampled on, this slogan resounded in this barren and snowy land, and the once sacred sense seemed to rekindle the mysterious power for this sentence.

There are no grandiose words, no passionate war drums and horns, but when this slogan is shouted from the mouths of 100,000 people, from the chaos at the beginning, to the unanimous sound at the end, this sentence is enough to cover all kinds of voices in the world.

Zhang Mancheng rushed to the forefront, now he is no longer a party commander, just a most ordinary believer of the Taiping Sect, the Taiping Sect was defeated, but he wants to use his last blood and life to defend its dignity.

Countless people charged around Zhang Mancheng, and there was no morale-boosting shouting and killing, but it gave people a feeling of suffocation.

"Shoot the arrows!" Zhu Jun kept himself calm and gave the order to release the arrow, but there was an unspeakable horror in his heart, obviously the enemy didn't even have the simplest ladder, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

"Woo Woo Woo ~ "

Clusters of arrows swept over the camp of the Yellow Turbans over and over again like a storm, and the Yellow Turbans fell to the ground, but they did not flinch as they imagined, and these Yellow Turbans, who could be driven away by hundreds of people in the past, seemed to have changed their appearance, and the death of their companions did not bring them any fear and hindrance, and rushed to the city wall like a torrent.

Stones and logs were constantly thrown down by the soldiers, and at the foot of the city wall, a layer of corpses was quickly piled up, but the Yellow Turban Army continued to pour in from the rear.

Zhang Mancheng died, as the leader of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, after he entered the firing range, he was taken care of by the Han army, although there was the protection of the guards, but Zhang Mancheng still died on the way to the charge, and died of dozens of arrows in his body, until after his death, Zhang Mancheng still opened his eyes angrily, and stood in place in a charging posture, and the blood froze under his feet.

Zhu Jun didn't understand why these Yellow Turban soldiers suddenly became so brave, but this fierce momentum of not fearing death had already surpassed the elite of the imperial court.

Climbing up the women's wall, Zhu Jun looked towards the city, and suddenly felt a tingling of his scalp, but he saw a yellow turban soldier, stepping on the body of his companion and climbing up, like ants, some people were dead and unconscious, but the living people, even if the weight on their bodies was beyond what they could bear, they still gritted their teeth and persisted.

The Yellow Turban Army, which was still scattered just yesterday, when did it have such cohesion!?

Zhu Jun doesn't understand, Yuan Shu doesn't understand, Cao Cao may understand, but at this moment there is no difference between understanding and not understanding, the Yellow Turban Army has used its own flesh and blood to pile up a human ladder, this angle, in addition to rolling wood and stones, there is no other effective way to kill the enemy, but the rolling wood and stones in the city are limited after all, when these city defense equipment is used, it will be difficult to stop these Yellow Turban Army from going to the city.

Zhu Jun's face was a little ugly, although the rain of arrows was still being projected under the city, and he was also shooting the Yellow Turban Army in a large area, but it did not have the deterrent power it should have.

"The last general, Fang Yue, see the general!" At this moment, Fang Yue hurriedly came to Zhu Jun's side and bowed down.

"Fang Yue?" Zhu Jun looked at Fang Yue and frowned, "Where is Ye Zhao's department?" Why don't you come to war at such times? ”

"Back to the general!" Fang Yue bowed and said: "My lord, I am preparing to retreat, and I will come to inform you that if the city cannot be defended, you can retreat to the south gate to break through!" ”

"A way out? The battle is not over, the victory is not scored, why should we prepare for a retreat? You dare to mess with my army!? Zhu Jun said angrily when he heard this.

"The last general doesn't dare, but the lord ordered the last general to come and give orders, whether to listen or not, the general will weigh it himself!" Fang Yue bowed his hand to Zhu Jun and the generals on the side, turned around and left.

Zhu Jun looked at the direction Fang Yue left with a dark face, opened his mouth, but finally did not speak, and let Fang Yue leave.

"Lawlessness!" Yuan Shu snorted coldly: "He is as unruly as his master." ”

Zhu Jun waved his hand and said, "Don't be distracted, the thieves are surging, don't be careless!" ”

In his heart, he thought of Ye Zhao's retreat for no reason, did he really want to retreat?

'Roar~'

The first Yellow Turban finally rushed to the female wall, and the cold spear pierced his chest, but the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army flashed with unspeakable ferocity, and he took three steps forward with the spear, and then fell weakly on the spear, and until he died, his hands were holding the spear shaft.

Without waiting for the officers and soldiers to pull out the spears from the corpses of the Yellow Turbans, the second Yellow Turban had already climbed up, without weapons, staring at the scarlet eyes of the tiger roared, pounced on the officers and soldiers, opened their mouths and bit them, and in the screams of the officers and soldiers, bit on his Adam's apple, and then tore hard.

"Poof~"

The hot blood splashed on his face, but the Yellow Turban Army showed an excited look on his face, and in the frightened eyes of the surrounding Han soldiers, he did not continue to attack, but frantically chewed the minced meat in his mouth, as if it was the most beautiful food in the world.

"Kill~" An officer endured the discomfort in his heart and chopped off his head with a knife, but the third Yellow Turban Army had already pounced.

"Crunch crunch ~"

Another officer and soldier fell to the ground, and the person who listened to the frenzied chewing sound trembled.

"Vomit~" An officer and soldier finally couldn't help it, and leaned against the wall and vomited frantically.

More and more Yellow Turban troops poured into the city, and there was no fierce fighting on the entire city wall, and there was a tingling chewing sound everywhere.

"General, this battle can't be fought!" Yuan Shu's legs trembled and retreated to Zhu Jun's side, he was born in a wealthy family, it is difficult to understand what people feel when they are hungry and crazy, he only knows that he is no longer facing a group of normal enemies, their primary purpose is not to kill the enemy, but to feed the stomach, with the blood of the enemy to feed the stomach, this hellish scene, so that Yuan Shu has a lifetime, the first time to feel the taste of fear, but also the first time to experience the cruelty of war.

Even Yuan Shu, who was a general, had this reaction, not to mention the officers and soldiers who were fighting on the front line with the Yellow Turban Army, they were more intuitive than Yuan Shu, watching the three or five Yellow Turban Army soldiers chewing frantically around an officer and soldier like livestock, and even letting the knives and guns add to them, they continued to chew as if they were unconscious, if Ye Zhao was here, he would treat these people as ancient zombies.

"Vomit~" An officer and soldier suddenly threw away his weapon and vomited while running.

After Zhu Jun ordered the law enforcement team to kill dozens of deserters, there was no way to continue after all, and there were fewer and fewer officers and soldiers who could stick to their positions, and the momentum of large-scale rout had been achieved, Zhu Jun's eyes were red and his fists were clenched.

For the first time, when the main elite troops of the Han Dynasty went out to fight and lost to the Yellow Turban Army on the frontal battlefield, this was definitely the first time, or in the case of occupying the advantageous geographical advantage of the city wall, such a shameful record appeared in himself, who was known as the famous general of the Han Dynasty, Zhu Jun could not take over, but everything in front of him told this fact.

"General, withdraw!" Cao Cao sighed, pulled Zhu Jun and left.

"No way!" Zhu Jun trembled and pulled out the long sword at his waist, not because he was afraid, but because of an inexplicable sense of shame, which made him shameless to go back.

The gates of the city were opened by some of the Yellow Turbans who were still sane, and more Yellow Turbans poured into the city.

"General, let's wait for the first retreat, Xiuming has already prepared a way to retreat, and when our army regroupes, it's not too late to fight again!" Yuan Shao and Huang Zhong stepped forward, and almost drove Zhu Jun, who was struggling frantically, into the city.

"What does it smell like?" As soon as he got out of the city, a pungent smell permeated, and Yuan Shu subconsciously turned his head to look around.

The generals' faces also changed, this smell was too familiar to them.

"General!" Fang Yue didn't know when he arrived, and when he saw everyone, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "My lord has already prepared a way to retreat, come with me!" ”

"What about Ye Zhao?" Zhu Jun didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment, regretting that he shouldn't have listened to Ye Zhao's words, he underestimated the terrible human nature in a desperate situation, was too confident in himself, and was a little ashamed to see Ye Zhao.

"Ahead, waiting for the general." Fang Yue arched his hand.

"Wait for me!" Zhu Jun took a deep breath and let Fang Yue lead the way, and the group quickly retreated towards the city.

The further they went into the city, the stronger the pungent smell became, and everyone was not stupid, they had already guessed Ye Zhao's way out, but everyone was surprisingly silent.

After walking more than 500 steps, I finally saw Ye Zhao standing alone in front of the Taishou Mansion, holding a torch, and when he saw everyone coming, he saluted from afar: "General, there are still everyone, and go out of the city first!" ”

"Xiuming, what about you?" Yuan Shao and Cao Cao's faces changed, and they looked at Ye Zhaodao.

"It's coming later, don't worry about it, Zhao is very sorry for his life!" Ye Zhao grinned, with an indescribable heroism.

"Thank you!" Zhu Jun looked at Ye Zhao, knowing what Ye Zhao was going to do, and even more knowing that what he was going to do was what Ye Zhao had always wanted to do.

Ye Zhao smiled and nodded, signaling everyone to go first.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Ye Zhao, as if he had crossed a layer of holy light for him, and behind him were the officials and soldiers fleeing in embarrassment, in front of his eyes, more and more Yellow Turban troops appeared in sight, and their target was only one, that was the granary of Wancheng.

"The year is in Jiazi, the world is auspicious~hahahaha~" Under the sunset of Wancheng, Ye Zhao's angry voice echoed in the sky above the completion.

After a brief flicker, a little firelight shrank slightly, and then swelled suddenly, with the granary as the center, spreading to all around, and quickly spreading to the surrounding buildings......