Ignoring Han Zhong and Zhao Hong, who were struggling and scolding, Zhu Jun's raised right arm suddenly fell, and the officers at all levels, who had been watching Zhu Jun's gestures, gave the order to release the arrow with an expressionless face.

That order woke up countless Yellow Turban Army who were waiting to surrender and live a peaceful life ever since.

Countless clay pots filled with fire oil were smashed down first, and the four gates of the urn city had already been closed without the knowledge of the Yellow Turban Army in the city, and the pungent smell of fire oil permeated the slightly crowded urn city.

Someone reacted and rushed up frantically to slap the city gate, but the moment countless rockets fell, their actions became futile, on the bare city wall, there was no fulcrum for people to climb, when Ye Zhao came with people, he felt a scorching heat wave rushing to his face, mixed with the unpleasant smell of the meat being burned, which was disgusting.

Behind Ye Zhao, Guan Hai, Liao Hua, Du Yuan and other yellow turban generals looked at the countless miserable and wailing figures in the sea of fire, trembling one by one, Guan Hai was about to rush up with a low sound, but was held down by Dian Wei.

"The last general, see the general!" Ye Zhao took a deep breath and came to Zhu Jun's side with some heavy steps, he hadn't killed anyone, in his past and present lives, he had seen too many scenes more tragic than this, but Zhu Jun's move was completely unnecessary, the yellow scarves in this city did not necessarily have to die, and more importantly, the death of these people would make the situation that had been basically settled again twists and turns.

"Xiu Ming is not feeling unwell?" Zhu Jun looked at Ye Zhao with a cold smile on his face: "You don't have to come here. ”

Ye Zhao shook his head, looking at the figures struggling to climb up from the city wall in the sea of fire, the bare city wall did not have any focus, but these Yellow Turban Army who were all over the body were frantically trying to climb up, even if they had cold arrows on their heads.

"Since it has been surrendered, why did the general create another killing?" Ye Zhao didn't stop it, he couldn't stop it anymore, he just looked at Zhu Jun and sighed: "General, do you know the consequences of doing this?" ”

"The elite of Zhang Mancheng's department has been killed and wounded, and there are only 100,000 rabbles left outside the city, so why be afraid?" Zhu Jun smiled indifferently and said: "Xiu Ming rest assured, after this incident, this general will follow your wishes, surrender and pacify, and kill these people, just to deter the thieves and let the world see the fate of betraying my big man!" ”

"But the general has broken his faith in the world, will the people outside the city still believe you?" Ye Zhao shook his head: "The elite of Zhang Mancheng's department is gone, but the enemy brought by the general's move will be more terrifying than Zhang Mancheng's elite!" ”

"Alarmist!" Zhu Jun didn't speak, but Yuan Shu beside him said disdainfully.

"Hopefully alarmist." Ye Zhao took a deep breath and arched his hand at Zhu Jun and said, "The last general is unwell, so I will leave first, and I wish the general a smooth pacification of the war as he said before!" ”

Zhu Jun nodded: "Since you are not feeling well, then go and rest well, there is no need to bother with cultivation in this battle." ”

Ye Zhao didn't say anything more, grabbed Liao Hua, who was stiff and moving, and asked Dian Wei Shengsheng to drag Guan Hai away.

After returning to the barracks, Ye Zhao quickly summoned the generals and said, "Get ready...... Prepare to break through, Wancheng can't hold it! ”

"The lord is saying that our army will be defeated?" Qiu Chi looked at Ye Zhao incredulously: "The elite of Zhang Mancheng's department has been defeated, and the rest are all rabble, how can they confront our army?" ”

"I remember saying before that when you fight, it is the hearts of people who fight!" Ye Zhao looked at the generals and said in a deep voice: "In this case, if you give the Yellow Turban Army a little hope, our army can win a big victory, but at this moment, the back road is gone, there is no food in the army, and the Yellow Turban Army, which is already hungry and crazy, will become more crazy than ever, hope is a good thing, we can use it to be invincible, but if the enemy's last hope is to defeat our army, no matter how elite the troops are, they will not be able to defeat a rabble who want to live!" ”

"Zhu Jun made the same mistake as Zhang Mancheng, he believed in himself too much, ignored the hearts of the people, since he has broken his trust in others, and then surrenders, who else can respond?" In the end, Ye Zhao smiled helplessly: "I can't convince him, so I can only choose to protect myself, avoid the edge for the time being, and wait for the Yellow Turban Army to break through Wancheng and rekindle hope." ”

When the generals heard this, their hearts couldn't help but be heavy, but Ye Zhao ignored them, and after sending the generals away, he sat in the room alone, quietly wiping his sword.

The fire in the urn city burned until the next morning, and the smell of burnt meat could be smelled even ten miles outside the city, and the heads of Han Zhong and Zhao Hong were hung on the city gate, and their angry eyes were particularly ironic.

The wind is like a knife, inside and outside the city, the morning sun is slightly weakly exposed to a corner, except for the sound of the wind of the call sign, the silence is terrible, as if this place has become a dead place.

Beneath this oppressive tranquility, some people can perceive a restless atmosphere.

To the west of the city, the camp of Pengtuo.

After learning that Han Zhong and Zhao Hong led 60,000 yellow turbans to surrender and were burned by the Han army, Zhang Mancheng, who was already injured, vomited blood and fell into a coma, and did not wake up until the next day.

"It's all handsome." Peng Tuo said worriedly: "The brothers in the army are almost unable to support it, some people have already begun to drag dead people in the snow to cook, if it continues like this, I am afraid it will be ......."

"Why not stop it?" Zhang Mancheng said a little weakly.

"I can't stop it, I haven't had food for six days, I only have to eat snow to survive, and now all the brothers are going crazy with hunger, if we stop it, they will attack us together." Peng Tuo smiled bitterly, he felt that he could no longer support the overall situation.

Is it already so bad?

"You send someone to inform He Man, Wu Ba, and Sun Zhong, assemble outside the south gate, and we will attack the city!" Zhang Mancheng's eyes flashed with a ruthless look.

"Our army has not eaten for a few days, the officers and soldiers are well fed, and there are no siege equipment, how can we attack the city?" Peng Tuo was shocked and looked at Zhang Mancheng incredulously.

"But I'm waiting, there is no way back, rather than sit and wait to die, Ben Shuai would rather die on the battlefield!" Zhang Mancheng stood up tremblingly, and said: "Tell them that it's up to them to come or not, and Ben Shuai doesn't want to die like this!" ”

"Whoa!" Peng Tuo's face was solemn, and he bowed and said.

In the afternoon, outside the south gate of Wancheng, a large number of Yellow Turban troops began to gather from all sides.

On the city tower, Zhu Jun, who got the news, led the generals to step forward, looking at the black and oppressive heads, but they were not as chaotic as the Yellow Turban Army in the past, but gathered together intensively, that dead and silent momentum, for some reason, even Zhu Jun, who was used to seeing big scenes, had a feeling of numbness in his scalp.

He suddenly remembered Ye Zhao's previous words, and hurriedly looked around, but he didn't see Ye Zhao's figure, and frowned: "Where is Ye Zhao?" ”

"General, you forgot?" Cao Cao frowned and looked at the Yellow Turban Army in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Xiu Ming said that he couldn't get sick, and you were also accurate." ”

Zhu Jun's face was a little embarrassed, he looked at the Yellow Turban Army outside the city, and snorted coldly in his heart: "Could it be that without Ye Xiuming, the general would not be able to win the battle?" ”

Immediately looked around and said: "The three armed forces are fighting, don't let the thief army have a chance to take advantage of it!" ”

"Whoa!"

The Han army quickly set up a position at the head of the city, with bows and arrows on the strings, vigilantly staring at the Yellow Turban Army that was still gathering.

Zhu Jun looked at Yuan Shu and said: "Send someone to pass the order, if you are willing to surrender at this time, the court will only punish the evil, and the past is not to blame!" ”

Yuan Shu nodded, and soon, the side door of the south gate opened, and an officer flew out, came to the Yellow Turban Formation, and said loudly: "Listen to the Yellow Turban Thief, my general has decided to punish only the evil in the past, and the rest are not to blame, as long as you hand over the heads of Zhang Mancheng, Peng Tuo, Wu Ba, He Man, Sun Zhong and others, the rest can be pardoned." ”

Zhang Man set up a temporary point general platform, looked at the Han army at the head of the city, a cruel smile appeared on his face, turned to look at the black crowd, with a slightly mocking smile: "Yesterday, Han Zhong and Zhao Hong betrayed, and the imperial court said the same, but what was the result?" ”

Zhang Mancheng's tiger eyes swept over the Yellow Turban Army, and his voice suddenly became poignant: "60,000 troops!" Not one was left, but all of them were burned into the city. ”

Pointing to the gate of Wancheng, Zhang Mancheng's voice was a little tragic: "Sixty thousand unjust souls, where are you watching us?" If you think that I can save your life by waiting for a head, this handsome man will never complain, this head, you will take it, if you can exchange it for your survival, a certain death deserves it! ”

The Yellow Turban Army, which was originally a little restless around, gradually calmed down, and countless eyes fell on Zhang Mancheng.

Peng Tuo took a step forward, stood beside Zhang Mancheng, and said loudly: "Count me in!" If you still have such fantasies at this time, Peng Tuo would rather die in the hands of his own brothers than die under the butcher's knife of the official army! ”

The arraignment officer felt that something was wrong, and shouted anxiously: "This time my general is sincere, as long as you agree, you can distribute food immediately!" ”

Zhang Mancheng ignored the officer's noise, turned his head to look at the group of yellow turban soldiers, and said tragically: "I want to live, and I want everyone to live together, if Zhang's death can make all brothers live with dignity, what does it matter if you die?" ”

"However, Zhu Jun didn't give us this opportunity, and even the opportunity to surrender was stingy, in their eyes, we will always be thieves, even if Zhang Jiao is dead and the Taiping Sect has been defeated, he is still unwilling to give us a way to live!"

"Attack, we will die, the front is the city wall, we have no ladder, but at least, we still have the dignity of being a warrior, but if we don't attack, we will still die, death has no dignity, the back road has been broken, we can only kill each other, eat the corpses of our comrades to survive, and finally, die humbly in front of the Han army."

"Since they are all dead, I would rather die in battle than die as humble as a wild dog." Zhang Mancheng took his spear from Peng Tuo's hand, turned around, and pointed to the gate of Wancheng, the desolate and weak voice echoed in heaven and earth with an indescribable majesty at this moment:

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!" Behind him, countless people slowly aimed their weapons at Wancheng.