Knock~knock~knock~

Chen Liu's not so majestic city walls came the sound of war drums by the moat outside the city.

"The yellow turban has started to fill the river again~"

With a shout, Chen Liucheng, who was dead silent, suddenly came to life as if he had received an electric shock.

On the arrow tower in the northwest corner of the city wall, a small colonel holding a tooth flag and wearing a red coarse cloth shirt rushed out with a half-open mind. Shouting as you run along the walls. There was a commotion everywhere I passed.

Bands of soldiers rushed to their posts with shields in their arms. The longbow pulled up the bowstring, the hard crossbow was loaded with arrows, and on the walls on the left and right sides of the city gate, a huge oil pot began to smoke.

Whining~

Trumpets were also blown in the city, and groups of people, young and old, and barefoot children, came out of the dilapidated courtyards of the city.

Under the leadership of their respective village elders and patriarchs, they began to demolish houses, take stones, and take wood in an orderly manner, so as to replenish the rolling wood and stones to the soldiers and horses defending the city.

It's been five days, and this small city with a population of less than 70,000 and a garrison of less than 3,000 has been defended. withstood the ferocious slaughter of 100,000 bandits for five days.

In these five days, the Dingkou in the city was missing three floors, and the defenders in the city were broken by two. I don't know how many rolling wood stones were thrown out. "The county lieutenant has arrived"

A six-foot-long scribe wearing a scarf walked up with two generals.

I saw him walking quickly to the battlements, his thin fingers caressing the blackened city wall, and looking down.

The Yellow Turban Army outside the city has made another move. The banner of Jiao Touch took a pile of bandits and went to the camp by the moat to drive the cannon fodder to fill the river.

Those dark-faced cannon fodder carrying farm tools and playing barefoot, some of them were broken by the yellow scarves, burned down the houses, killed their wives and children, and came to Chen Liucheng all the way, while some were forced by the government to live a life, gritted their teeth and killed people with a ruthless heart, and followed your yellow scarves all the way over.

No matter how they came, they were farmers who only farmed the land before they came. For them, the Yellow Turban generals didn't bother to put any thought into it. They didn't have much of a mind anyway. It's to rob and kill.

When robbing, this group of farmers is behind, and when killing, this group of farmers is in front.

Fight several battles in a row, if you can survive. Congratulations, you've successfully transformed from a farmer to a qualified Yellow Turban soldier. If you are lucky enough to pick up an official armor weapon or something in a corner during this period, then congratulations, you will definitely become a personal companion of a certain Yellow Turban general. This is the elite of the Yellow Turban Army. It's not that the group of stupid farmers who don't pull a few people, whose lives are cheaper than grass.

Some friends may ask, this group of people is really willing to follow the arrangement of the Yellow Turban soldiers, step by step. No artificial yellow turban generals?

In fact, this is a bit similar to a pyramid scheme, before joining the pyramid scheme, everyone knew that this thing was deceiving, and people who were a little bloody would resist. But when they knew they couldn't resist. They will quickly adapt to this life. And will try to adapt yourself and the people around you to this kind of life.

They will numb themselves and convince themselves that their lives are on track.

The same is true of the Yellow Turban soldiers, these people just feel that life is a misery at first, and their hearts are very depressed. And I don't know where this repression comes from and where it is released.

They just suffer in silence. Mu Ran lived his own life like a mess.

But at this time, suddenly a group of fierce rebels broke into your life very violently, killed your wife and children, robbed you of your food, and burned your house.

At this time, you suddenly found that the depression you had had for decades was suddenly gone.

As the so-called depression goes, it is easy to be relaxed.

You pick up the farm tools you don't know where you picked up, rush into the crowd, squandering your wildness, your grievances, your dissatisfaction. Of course, there must still be a mess of the madness of losing a small family.

But after you burn them for a while, you'll find out. Where the hell am I?

The home is gone, the relatives are gone. The passion is gone, and all that remains is the fear after the killing, plus a burst of pleasure. It's like shooting. You might regret it when you shoot it - it's a bit like a crime, but if you do it next time, you'll shoot again.

Also, you have a question in your mind about where you should go.

If you don't know where to go, stay and follow, kill, rob, and sin. If you mix well, you can be a general, with millions of mercenaries and a group of wives and concubines.

This is the Yellow Turban soldiers burning, killing and looting everywhere, how can they still seem to be very popular, and their power is getting bigger and bigger.

In fact, they don't win hearts and minds. They just set the devil free.

Of course, there are always some differences in this, and the good thoughts in their hearts will eventually overcome the happiness of the group, and abandon the evil group of the Yellow Turbans.

Yes. There are millions of farmers, and there are quite a few. But what's the use, you think those Yellow Turban soldiers who have been transformed into elite will keep you alive?

Hehe~ Don't be naïve, your life is also a matter of people, a steel knife and a wave of your hand.

Therefore, these cannon fodder outside the city and by the moat, although they were driven away with knives, pushed small wheelbarrows barefoot one by one, and braved the rain of arrows to fill the river. They didn't put up much resistance.

Because resistance dies quickly, and if you don't resist, you may become a general.

"Come on, prepare the oil!"

"My lord, there is not enough oil!"

The middle-aged scribe glanced back at the subordinate general beside him, and saw that his smoky face was already full of puffiness, and the scribe tightened his lips.

Looking at the moat outside the city, there is a section of river upstream, which has been almost blocked by the corpses of men and horses.

In the past, after the Yellow Turban thieves attacked, they poured fierce fire oil along the river and set it on fire, but this time it is estimated that it is not good.

The scribe's heart was bitter.

I think I was originally from a poor family. When he was young, he traveled all over the world to study and make friends with domestic fame. Originally, with the enthusiasm of protecting the country and the people, he asked a friend to recommend him, and in this small Chenliu County, he became a county lieutenant.

I was going to show off my skills and reward my ambitions, but who knows...

In a blink of an eye, it has been several years, and the years have been wasted.

When the blood in my heart slowly cooled, I thought that I would talk about it for a lifetime and enjoy the years. But there are Zhang Jiao and other unsubordinated people, jumping up and down. Subsequently, the general He Jin advised the states to select the elite of the township bravery, and broke the cage of the previous officialdom controlled by the family lords, relatives and eunuchs.

Chen Gong's heart, which had been silent for many years, came to life again.

At this time, above the head of the city, the supreme governor in Chen Liucheng was left with this Chen Gong Gongtai, the county lieutenant of Chen Liu.

A few years ago, he heard that Zhang Jiao had revolted. I knew that the time had come for me to show what I had learned. Therefore, he actively recruited villagers and repaired the city wall. Just wait for the battlefield to show your skills. In the future, he will get a wife and a son, and he will be rich and prosperous.

But who knows, I want to memorize it myself. The small Chen Liucheng has become the key point for hundreds of thousands of troops of great sages and good teachers to go south.

It was besieged by an army of 100,000 at once.

Thinking of this, Chen Gong hammered down the wall battlement. Looking at the city wall, the piles of rolling logs and charred corpses have reached halfway up to the city wall.

The stench of rotting corpses mixed with the smell of tar made Chen Gong, who had not eaten rice water for two consecutive meals, feel sick for a while.

Looking at the narrower and narrower moat, Chen Gong knew. Today may be the day when I am buried with the thousand-year-old city.

Looking into the distance, as far as the eye can see, there are groups of scattered Yellow Turban soldiers running and screaming. As well as a team of scouts rushing back from time to time, and "borrowing grain" people and horses rushing back from nearby villages. They drove the people into the cannon fodder camp like cattle, and drove the women in disheveled clothes and lost souls into the military tents.

With the arrival of the grain borrowing team, the Chinese army camp was in a hustle and bustle. Beastly laughter, and heart-rending cries.

Looking up into the distance, the reinforcements from the direction of Guangzong still did not move.

Knock knock~

The scorched handsome flag pressed up.

Oh~

The people of the cannon fodder camp suddenly let out a wolf-like roar. On the north bank of the entire moat, the dense wheelbarrows instantly increased the speed of the round trip.

And the moat is also .....