Dense clouds obscure the sky, and the stars and moon have no light. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info gray swept the world, and the autumn night was desolate to the bone.

As soon as a ragged Yellow Turban soldier landed on the city wall, he was immediately stabbed to death by several soldiers of the death battalion with guns...... The official army in the city of Muxian was running back and forth, everyone was haggard, their eyes were blood-red, and there was only one simple purpose in their minds, which was to kill the invading enemy by any means.

Chang Ge and Pu knives flew sonorously, arrows and spears whistled and flew, dull shouts of killing, short roars, and metal crashes were all in one, and one after another screamed and screamed, which was terrifying.

The arrows flew wildly, dragging the long feathers of arrows through the sky like locusts crossing the border, and the Yellow Turban soldiers continued to fall to the ground with arrows. But for the Yellow Turban soldiers who are surging like a tide, it is tantamount to a drop in the bucket.

"Whoa-la-"

The officers and soldiers poured down the cauldron and the cauldron melted with lead-mixed dung juice. A pot was poured down, but all the yellow turban soldiers who were stained with it were all rotten, and they fell to the ground with a miserable cry and struggled in pain, and finally did not move.

The defenders did not cheer, and no one in the Yellow Turban Army retreated, after all, this was already the tenth day, whether it was the officers and soldiers in the city or the Yellow Turbans in the city, their nerves were already numb at this moment, and the death of their comrades around them could not have much impact on them......

The death camp has been able to hold on to the present, naturally relying on Zhang Fan's excellent brainwashing and a good army system, and the death camp has not played a brilliant role in the battle against Dong, mainly because there is no suitable opportunity, and everyone is holding their breath in their hearts - they must prove themselves next time.

After eight or nine months of special training, the fire in the hearts of the soldiers of the death battalion became more and more vigorous, this time Zhang Fan handed over the heavy responsibility of defending the city to them, and they waited for more than half a year to wait for this opportunity......

Although the death battalion paid thousands of casualties, the Yellow Turbans and officers had a six-to-one casualty ratio.

After all, Zhang Fan's army was a luxury warship built with a lot of money, and its combat effectiveness was definitely not comparable to those peasant armed forces holding high all kinds of weapons such as ring knives, wooden clubs, hoes, and spears! What's more, the official army is the defensive side, and the geographical advantage and the upper echelons occupy an absolute advantage.

The Yellow Turban Army is also a meat chief, with such a large casualty ratio, why didn't it scare them away?

Of course, it is the thirst for food that has greatly stimulated their resilience and combat effectiveness, which is why they can form the current stalemate.

All of them knew in their hearts: only by taking this batch of grain from Mu County would they have a way to live, otherwise they would die sooner or later. In this case, it is better to fight to the death, and maybe you can fight a bloody way!

……

The frenzied killing, the blazing beacon fire, the hideous face, the bloody knives and guns, the low howl, the smoke and dust, the entire Mu County was enveloped and annihilated by the tragic aura of this primitive fighting.....

The torches on the wall were blazing, the crunching of winches was piercing behind the formation, and with a huge roar, boulders rose into the air. The bottom is densely packed with enemies, and there is no need to aim, condescendingly throwing at will, closing the dusty and messy, and the screams are endless, basically the people who are smashed are no different from rotten tomatoes.

Everywhere the corpses were closed, the red blood on the city wall covered the original blackened blood stains, but no one had time to pay attention to it.

"Boom!"

The sound of the wood hitting the city wall seemed to shake under his feet.

The colonel guarding the pass immediately ordered: "Set fire oil." ”

Immediately, some soldiers threw down more than a dozen clay pots filled with fire oil, smashed them on the wood, and the fire oil splashed everywhere; Immediately, one rocket after another caught up, and in an instant the ground turned into a sea of fire, and the Yellow Turban soldiers let out a terrible howl, and a scorched smell spread out.

"Bang!"

A building car was also set on fire, and it could no longer support it and fell to the ground, and fell down with the Yellow Turban Army above, and I don't know how many people were injured by the fall.

……

Dawn bites the lip of the night, leaving the blood in the sky.

At the end of the siege on the tenth day, the horror in front of them shook everyone's visual organs:

Blood soaked every inch of land in front of the city pass, forming a large disgusting dark red mire, and a large area of red blood was inexplicably poignant and gorgeous against the background of the gray and dry earth.

The corpses full of arrows fell in the cold autumn wind, countless mutilated limbs, broken heads, and broken blades scattered everywhere, but no one stepped forward to clean them, and the thick smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, filled the air, pungent and unpleasant.

"Done with the count?"

Guan Cheng's voice was extremely hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was like a withered face.

Xiao Qu Shuai replied: "Hui Qu Shuai, about 2,000 people were killed yesterday, and we only have less than 25,000 people left......

Guan Cheng felt that he had been hollowed out all of a sudden, leaving only a shell in the world. The dense corpses in front of him covered his eyes, and it seemed to block his way, like an indelible haze, letting himself fall deeper and deeper.

Thinking back to the scenes after I came to Mu County, I only felt that everything I did was just struggling in the quagmire, and I fell deeper and deeper. Tiredness burrowed from his feet to his flesh and marrow, and in an instant, his limbs, his bones, were soft and fluttering......

Xiao Qu Shuai said with a crying voice: "Qu Shuai, let's retreat!" This is obviously a conspiracy, and the officers and soldiers have long been fully prepared, just waiting for us to take the bait! Now we've already lost more than half of our casualties, and if we continue to fight like this, we won't have anyone here......"

Guan Cheng sighed: "Actually, I knew on the first day that we were probably on the road, but the arrow was on the string and had to be sent." We still have a chance to survive if we take Mu County and seize the grain, otherwise we will die sooner or later. Either starve to death or be killed by the officers and soldiers......"

Guan Cheng continued: "At least one thing is certain, this place must be a place where the officers and soldiers store food, otherwise there would be no need to hold on for so long......

Guan Cheng is tired, but this situation is never over. He really wanted to sit on the floor and rest for a while, cry and sleep. He was sore and exhausted, and he sat so low that he seemed to sink into a stone pier......

Xiao Qu Shuai wiped his tears with his sleeve, pointed around and said:

"Qu Shuai, look at what the brothers have become, how can this battle be fought?"

The tired bones of the Yellow Turban soldiers fell apart, the soles of their feet were like fire, and the whole army was like drunk, their eyes were empty, their expressions were dull, and they walked crookedly, almost in their sleep......

Guan Cheng was considering whether to give up altogether, when suddenly a spy suddenly broke in and said to him with a happy face:

"Qu Shuai, I'm so happy!"

Guan Cheng's eyes regained a little anger, straightened his back instantly, and asked with the last hope:

"What's wrong?"

The spy reported: "The officers and soldiers may not be able to hold on, so they use horse-drawn carriages to carry military rations, break through the south gate, break through the siege, and go towards Baihe Valley......

"What?" Guan Cheng slapped his thigh, almost unable to believe his ears.

When the spy saw that he was stunned, he couldn't help but ask:

"Qu Shuai, are we going to chase it?"

Guan Cheng woke up like a dream, and immediately ordered:

"Chasing, you have to chase. Otherwise, wouldn't so many brethren die in vain? Hurry up and give me the order, and all of you will pursue! ”

"No." Xiao Qu Shuai was ordered to go out and give the order...... (To be continued.) )