First of all, thank you for the recommendation of your "Liuqili" friends. Thank you for your support. The knife is inscribed within five.

Secondly, on the issue of quotation marks as "Liuqili" and other friends, I have already made changes in the previous chapters. I will also pay attention to my writing habits in the future. Strive to provide a pleasant reading environment for everyone.

There are also friends who dislike the introduction written by Dao Beibu for this book, but in fact, the things written are written when they are thought of, and they are not deliberately polished. If any friend has a better idea, you can send it to me. I'll change it. Thank you.

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Kill~

I don't know who gave the first shout.

Kill~

When the moat turns into a small puddle that can be jumped over.

The crowd under the city finally broke out into a hysterical cry:

"Rush in, Chen Liu is ours~"

"The money, food, and women are all Lao Tzu, kill~"

As the saying goes, there are more than 10,000 people, and there is no shore.

Hundreds of thousands, dressed in tatters, carrying hoes and shovels, are like ant colonies moving on rainy days.

Groups of people surrounded Chen Liu's small city that was only twelve miles away this week.

Circumference three missing one.

I have to say that as a well-known general under Zhang Jiao, Jiao Touch still knows some art of war.

He first besieged the city with superior forces, and then let the people who came to him take their lives to consume the bows and arrows and fire oil in the city.

And his more than 10,000 elite soldiers and horses are stationed around, waiting for the opportunity to move. Whenever the defenders of the city killed the common people softly, his elite soldiers would go up and attack for a while.

Of course, when the common people are scared to be killed, his elite soldiers will also rush forward and give the courage to the timid ones - to kill them all in a quick way.

Don't be cruel.

This is the usual method of peasant uprising, whether it is successful or unsuccessful in the end. They have all used.

After all, it's a great way to pick the elite quickly.

After a few wars, those who died may not all be waste, but those who are alive must be elite.

Moreover, the Yellow Turban Army can't feed so many people, go all the way, kill all the way. As long as there are tens of thousands of good soldiers, they can turn the world upside down.

As for cannon fodder:

Hehe~

Isn't that something you can take as you go!

"Kill me!"

Seeing that the Yellow Turban soldiers and horses had already broken into the firing range, Chen Gong and County Lieutenant Chen were not ambiguous at the moment. He drew the long sword at his waist and gave the order to go to war.

And so another round of slaughter began:

"Shoot the arrows!"

Chen Liucheng, both sides of the gate tower of the north city gate:

There are battlements every half a meter on the city wall, which are used to spy on the enemy and shoot arrows.

And behind each battlement were three strong soldiers.

The closest to the battlement with a bow and arrow is a soldier wearing the uniform red uniform of the Han Dynasty; Next to Bing Yong was a man with a sword and a shield. Behind these two men stood people dressed differently, men and women, old and young, who were responsible for squatting beside them to carry arrows, burn oil, and carry stones. They also had to transport injuries at critical moments.

There was a colonel every fifty meters among these people, who commanded in the center.

After Chen Gong's battle order was issued, the battle flags on the arrow towers on both sides of the north city gate pointed forward at the same time.

All of a sudden, drums beat on the four-mile-long city wall.

Zheng~

Immediately after the order of the small colonels to release their arrows, there was a burst of bowstrings.

Sou~

After a brief whistling, it was the sound of a puff of loot penetrating into the flesh.

The sound is short, but it seems to be incessant.

Chen Gong didn't know how much he had won in this wave of attacks, but he just looked at the crowd rushing towards the city wall, like wheat, vacating a vacuum belt four miles long a day.

Although the crowd below had long known the lethality of the Han official army, in the past five days, the officers and soldiers had killed people, and the corpses left behind had already padded a human staircase to half a waist of the city wall.

But they were already numb, and the yellow turbans were still attacking the real pigs sharply for a while.

"Kill"

Obviously, the war does not stop because of the shock of the cannon fodder. Especially when victory is within reach.

As the scorched handsome flag moved forward, the drums of war beat high. The morale of the Yellow Turban cannon fodder battalion returned to them in such an instant. Then they rushed up again with a scream.

Of course, they were greeted by the uniform shouts of the officers and colonels:

"Shoot the arrows!"

If so, three.

....

Chen Gong stood at the head of the city with his short beard, and even though there were yellow turban soldiers who shot him in the forehead with a broken archery, he did not move. While~

Another pruning that was blindfolded in the right direction was shot down by Chen Gong's guards.

Chen Gong didn't seem to hear it at all. It's just that the cold face is getting more and more ugly:

The drumbeat of the scorched march is getting denser and denser, and the cannon fodder of the Yellow Turban soldiers is getting crazier and crazier the older they are. It looks like a bunch of mindless beasts.

Moreover, the elite yellow turbans stationed around and with neat crowns and belts are also slowly pressing forward with the handsome banner of Jiao's touch.

Chen Gong believed that as long as the cannon fodder battalion advanced another thirty meters, they would rush up in a swarm. for there were not enough arrows in the city. This can be seen in the density of the waves of shots.

The Yellow Turban soldiers at the beginning, after being attacked, were like being washed on the ground. And then there are a few left. Then, as it is now, dozens or hundreds of people rushed up the stairs where the corpses were built.

.....

Knock knock~

The drums of the Yellow Turbans are still getting faster:

Knock knock knock~

Knock knock~

...

A rush of drums followed by an abrupt finish!

Boom~

Followed by:

"Kill~"

The whole army of yellow turbans pressed up!

Overwhelming!

Mountains and tsunamis!

The entire Chen Liucheng seemed to be blown by a powerful wave of air!

"Whew!"

Take a long breath.

Chen Gong suddenly understood:

Today is the time of death, and there is no ambiguity in the first place. The long sword slashed forward, shouting:

"Soldiers, the traitors are brutal. Everywhere they passed, it was white ground. Today, we will use the body of a man to dedicate Chen to my father! ”

"Kill!"

"Kill"

....

The officers and soldiers in the city knew that it was undefendable, and the city was exhausted of bullets and food, and today the city was broken, and the wives and children in the family were all prisoners. So each of them fought bravely to his death.

"Yellow Turban traitor, Yan Zhao is all here, give me death!"

After a shout, a junior colonel slashed his longbow at the Yellow Turban soldiers who were stringing up the city. The longbow snapped. The Colonel threw his bow away, picked up a long knife at hand, and jumped off the city wall without looking back.

"Kill~"

The rest of the officers and soldiers have done the same.

are all the heirs of Yan Zhao, at this juncture, who would be afraid of death.

....