"Give me death!"

With a loud shout, Chen Gong raised his sword and fell. Divide the corpse of a Yellow Turban soldier who jumped onto the city.

Touch~

The ladder of human flesh under the walls was half a foot higher.

...

However, he didn't wait to stop, he didn't wait for Chen Gong to put away his sword. Another thug with a neat crown and a yellow scarf on his head came up.

Chen Gong is another sword slash, ready to repeat the example of the last unlucky guy.

But I didn't expect that the yellow turban bandit was athletic. The man was still in mid-air, his head tilted back. It was just half a millimeter of shame, and he dodged a sword.

Chen Gong's long sword failed to work, and he suddenly knew that it was not good. It's just a scholar. Although he usually learns the six arts diligently, he is not weak in archery and horse archery. But after all, he is not good at fighting on the battlefield.

So, if you can't hit it, you immediately retreat. Leave the field to the guards around you.

The soldiers on the left and right sides are brave to see the back of the county lieutenant. The four guards immediately stepped forward, and before the Yellow Turban soldiers could land, a Changge in his hand had already stabbed out fiercely.

What a bandit!

The Yellow Turban Soldier seemed to have long eyes. Before the feet touch the ground, the body turns again. The long knife in his hand was wrapped around him. Draw a semicircle, like an iron shield: when the sound is endless.

All four half-foot-long heads were missed.

After this person landed, he rolled on the spot and cleared the field a few points. Before he could stand up, there were two more battlements clasped by two hands on the wall behind him.

"Kill"

The Yellow Turban soldier burst into a shout, stood up, like a wounded leopard, ignoring the several bright tips in front of him, and pounced on him.

There was no accident, a few pops, and Changge passed through his body.

Although the person is dead, he still clings to the number of long poles that are stuck to him.

"Drink~"

"Drink~"

Almost at the same time, two muffled shouts rang out. Before a few officers and soldiers had time to draw out their hands. Two more men with yellow turbans on their heads went up to the wall.

As soon as the two of them hit the ground. The long knife in his hand immediately danced in the wind. Chop melons and vegetables, and put the old and weak auxiliary soldiers who have not yet had time to withdraw to a few people.

"Puffs are rampant!"

When the two of them were about to kill Chen Gong, who was guarding everyone, an angry rebuke sounded in front of them. A small colonel with a knife pierced through the armor on the left side of Chen Gong.

Running all the way, the whole person seemed to crash into the Yellow Turban Soldier with a cannonball.

"Ahh

With a scream, a Yellow Turban soldier floated out like a kite with a broken string.

The junior colonel of the officer and army, he didn't look at the yellow turban soldiers who flew out, and he turned around with a knife. Split another Yellow Turban soldier who had just come back to his senses in half.

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

The shouting continues.

This kind of battle was staged over and over again on the entire four-mile-long northern city wall.

Stumps, severed bodies.

Intestines, brains.

These bits and pieces were mixed with blood soup and spilled all over the four-mile corridor.

More and more yellow scarves rushed to the city. The officers and soldiers who jumped off the city wall and rushed out before were quickly slaughtered by the one-sided slaughter after the elite soldiers and horses of Jiao Touch joined the battlefield.

No one felt sorry for them, and no one worried about themselves.

Because the war has reached this point, the officers and soldiers have no way to live. According to the practice of the Yellow Turban, after the city was broken. What a man can't dodge is a knife, and what a woman is just a knife after being shackled.

And the old man and the child may be a pile of meat in the pot of the hungry wolves!

So no one wants to surrender. All the officers and soldiers are brave, and at this time there is one thought:

Just want to die quickly.

……

Chen Gong didn't have any other thoughts at this time.

What doesn't match the whole brutal fighting scene may be him, the county lieutenant Chen Liu, who is standing behind a group of guards.

He stroked his short beard and looked at the handsome flag of the word "Jiao" that had been pressed on the suspension bridge of the city gate outside the city, and his expression was full of loneliness.

Chen Gong was not afraid of death, he felt that it was a pity that he died like this. The ambition is not rewarded, and the prestige is not revealed. He Chen Gongtai, who has been studying for more than 30 years, is to be buried with a small city within a radius of only a few miles.

"Ha~"

"Unwilling~"

Chen Gong shook his head and muttered to himself as if he laughed at himself.

In the history of emptiness, the thinker Wang Fuzi in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties once said:

Guoheng perished with weakness, while Han Du perished with strength.

This empire, which lasted for four centuries and maintained strong hegemony over the surrounding aliens from the beginning to the end, was truly unique.

This powerful dynasty that has spread the word "Han" to the world and passed on the "Han people" to this day. It relies on batches of "soldiers" who are not afraid of death. It relies on the six arts of gentlemen from generation to generation: etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. As the foundation of the "Confucianism".

Unlike the later Confucianism, the great Confucianism of the Han Dynasty must have been a swordsman who could write and martial arts.

If a literati is not worthy of a sword, then he is not a literati, he is a rough man!

If a literati is not worthy of jade, then he is not a scholar, he is a villain!

And Chen Gong, Chen Gongtai, is a literati.

The Han Dynasty has been a monk for 300 years, and he has no righteous death.

It's a taxi like Chen Gong!

.....

Woo woo woo~

pressed up, and Jiao Touch pounced on the whole army with his army.

He's going to be the last straw that will hit the camel.

He wanted to cut down this Chenliu County Lieutenant who had been in this area for five days.

He had to drink with people's hearts in order to extinguish the anger in his heart and the violence that lingered in his mind.

Chen Gong saw that the time for the decisive battle had come, and if he didn't fight to the death at this time, he was afraid that he would not even have the chance to retain the last dignity. Therefore, he raised the long sword in his hand again, and shouted loudly:

"Sacrifice yourself to serve the country, just recently, soldiers, rush!"

After shouting, he pushed away the guards in front of him and walked out of the city in one step.

"Chen Gong is here..."

"Huh!? Chen Gong! ”

"Chen Gong is here..."