Outside the city of Changshe, Bocai in the Yellow Turban tent walked around anxiously, and a Yellow Turban soldier entered and said: "The third group of siege by Yuqu Shuai was defeated again and still failed to capture Changshe!" "When Bo Cai heard it, he was furious and was already the third batch today, and he still failed to capture it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bocai didn't believe in this evil thing, so he said to everyone in the tent: "Come with me out of the camp and take a look!" Yu Bi was the first to walk out of the tent. At this moment, batches of wounded soldiers outside the tent were transported back, and when they saw Bo Cai and others come out, they all wanted to salute, and it can be seen that Bo Cai's prestige among these soldiers is still very high.

Looking at the Changshe that more than three zhang high city wall Bocai is full of feelings, the siege of Yue Yu has never been able to break through, and the siege of the city day and night has not been effective in recent days, since getting the news of Peng Tuo's defeat and death, Bocai has a bad premonition in his heart, and the premonition has become stronger and stronger in recent times, so he has attacked the city regardless of casualties.

"Send someone to attack once."

"No."

At this moment, on the wall of Changshe, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun looked at the Yellow Turban Army that was about to attack the city and was helpless, the number of people was too different, the thief soldiers could be rotated but the officers and soldiers could not be rotated a few times, and the siege of the city in the past few days depends on what it portends, although it is not very certain, the wave must know the news of the reinforcements before it is so crazy to attack the city.

The smell of blood gradually spread with the wind, and began to spread to the entire Changshe City, as if an atmosphere of fear was slowly enveloping the whole city, Huangfu Song only frowned when he smelled this smell, but he didn't react at anything, and then continued to stare at the Yellow Turban Army surging in front of him.

He didn't have any bottom in his heart, the imperial court reinforcements didn't know where they were, and at this time, the battle of Changshe had been going on for a month, and the reason why Changshe was able to hold it without losing it had a huge relationship with Huangfu Song. After retreating to Changshe, Huangfu Song organized the Han army to strengthen the wall of Changshe, and constantly encouraged the morale of the Han army, and insisted on waiting for help.

Huangfu Song has been commanding the Yellow Turban Army in the city for half a month, and he doesn't know how many times he has repelled the Yellow Turban Army's siege, and he doesn't know how long the Changshe has been defending, but looking at this situation, at least he must persevere, and only if he persists can there be hope, otherwise the blood of countless soldiers will be shed in vain, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, Huang Fu Song will persevere, only in this way can he be able to fight the Han court.

For Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song has a lot of opinions, if it weren't for their greed for merit, the Han army would not have been defeated, but now it is useless to hold them accountable, so it is best to be able to repel the attack of the Yellow Turban Army.

"The thieves are here again!" An exclamation interrupted Huang Fu Song's memories, immediately lifted the spear beside him, squinted his eyes at the dense phalanx outside the city, these 1 month, Huang Fu Song also has a deep understanding of the combat power of the Yellow Turban Army, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a rabble. It is precisely because the Yellow Turban Army is not a qualified soldier at all, and it is completely relying on a ruthless and fanatical charge that the Changshe Han Army can hold the Changshe without losing.

The Yellow Turban Army had no formation to speak of, and rushed to the city wall with their eyes closed, using a simple ladder to build on the city wall, and launched an attack on the city, without even a bow and arrow to cover it. Huangfu Song has been a general for so many years, and he feels a little unbelievable about this after so many years of fighting, and he feels a kind of humiliation for Zhu Jun and others to be defeated by such an army.

Under the city wall, a simple ladder made of wood and hemp rope was already set up on the city wall, and those Yellow Turban soldiers were like ants, and they climbed up the ladder with their heads down. At that moment, Huangfu Song said loudly to the official army: "Soldiers, the thief army is at the end of the crossbow, and the reinforcements will arrive soon, in order to fight to defend the city to win, the Han army is mighty, and the Han army will win."

"The Han army is mighty, the Han army will win" The officers and soldiers shouted slogans and once again threw themselves into the battle. Arrows, thunder stones, and rolling wood have long been exhausted, and now they can only rely on people to fight, but fortunately, the Han army is the defender of the city.

Zhu Jun whispered to Huangfu Song at this moment: "Brother Yizhen, I regret not listening to you, so I have today's matter." ”

"Gongwei, don't be like this, the soldiers are all looking at us, Bocai is so crazy to attack the city, I expect reinforcements to arrive soon." Huangfu Song comforted.

"Okay, everything is arranged by Brother Yizhen, I'll take someone up, you rest first." After speaking, Zhu Jun picked up the ring head knife and took the guards to participate in the defense of the city.

Huangfu Song stood behind, looking coldly at the tragic scene of those Yellow Turban Army, but he did not have the slightest mercy. As a veteran on the battlefield, he has long been accustomed to the death of people on the battlefield, and he will not have any sympathy for the enemy, since he has rebelled, then he has the consciousness of being strangled by the Han army!

The first Yellow Turban soldier to climb to the top of the city carried a worn-out knife in his hand, and with the other hand, he reached out to the top of the city and pushed his upper body up to the top of the city. Seeing that he was the first to rush to the city, the Yellow Turban soldier couldn't help but smile, but what was waiting for him was a ring-headed knife, which became bigger and bigger in his sight, and slashed quickly. The Yellow Turban soldier only felt a chill on his neck, and then, as if the whole world had suddenly turned upside down, and then he saw the person in front of him fly, and his consciousness gradually blurred with such thoughts.

There was the first and there was the second and third, and soon, more and more Yellow Turban soldiers broke through the walls and rushed to the top of the city. Zhu Jun went back and forth to remedy the city, where there were more Yellow Turban troops he killed, but in the end he couldn't stop more and more Yellow Turban troops from attacking the city. However, he did not panic, such a situation has happened N times in the past few days, even if the Yellow Turban Army attacks the city, as long as the city wall is not occupied, there is nothing to fear. Without his orders, the remaining defenders also raised their weapons one after another, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Yellow Turban soldiers who attacked the city.

"Drink" Huang Fu Song roared angrily, the spear in his hand stabbed out like lightning, hitting the throat of a Yellow Turban Army soldier, looking at the Yellow Turban Army soldier's resentful gaze, Huang Fu Song just smiled indifferently, and then continued to fight. In an instant, the morale of the Han army soared, and the main generals were so fierce, how could they fall behind.

At sunset, the sixth siege of the Yellow Turban Army was repulsed, and the officers and soldiers on the city of Changshe breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally survived today, everyone's eyes were dull, and they didn't seem to see the hope of life, and after the thieves retreated, they began to sort out the corpses and materials on the city wall.