Jiang Hong put his hands behind his head, thought back to everything just now, sorted it out, and now he understood the general situation.

His body seems to have been born in the southern border, and he looks like he is only seventeen years old, as for how to separate from the old man and why he joined the army, Jiang Hong doesn't know, but these are not important, the important thing is the battle of Changshe, the battle of Changshe, the battle of Changshe, important things to say three times.

Jiang Hong pondered, isn't this in the Changshe, according to memory, not long after his troops retreated to the Changshe, it is estimated that the adult has not come up with the plan to burn Bocai, otherwise the Bocai outside is long gone, maybe he will go and offer a strategy, the one who is very impressed with me, named me a captain or something, and then cultivates a lot, and then like I used to read the novels of the Three Kingdoms, after beating the yellow scarf, I went to bribe Zhang Rang, get a county guard, and then plant a field for a few years, dig up talents everywhere, and then compete for the world, grab people, grab land, and grab beauties, Beat those princes who don't want it, this little day is just a beautiful thing, and it won't embarrass us to cross the army.

By the way, about the present world, I was originally an orphan, fatherless and motherless, with a bad life, and I didn't bother to go back, and according to my previous experience of reading the novels of the Three Kingdoms, I basically couldn't go back, and I didn't have any unscientific things like Pisces jade pendant and jade seal in my hand, and I didn't want to go back to Lao Tzu.

Having made up his mind, as soon as he thought of the bright avenue in the future, Jiang Hong couldn't sleep excitedly, so he could only toss and turn in bed and wait for the dawn.

As soon as the morning dawned, the sun was sprinkling the first rays of sunlight to the earth, Jiang Hong walked out impatiently, and suddenly, Jiang Hong remembered a few questions, who knew where Huangfu Song lived? Also, it's only six o'clock like this, and most of the emperors haven't gotten up yet. Besides, why did Huangfu Song see me, I was just a small soldier, and I had a strategy to break the enemy? I think so.

So what is Lao Tzu doing now? Jiang Hong thought distressedly, he didn't come up with a clue, forget it, go back and lie down and organize the language.

Not long after lying down, I heard the sound of gongs and drums outside.

"It's so annoying, I'm thinking about business." Jiang Hong scolded and scolded.

However, the big man on the side got up as soon as he heard the sound, pulled Jiang Hong up, and showed a bright smile.

"Get up, it's time to eat." The big man kept urging.

Jiang Hong turned his face and saw that this person he knew, his name was Zhang Fan, and he saved himself when his body first went to the battlefield.

"Forget it, be polite to the life-saver." Jiang Hong got up after hearing this.

When he walked to the place to eat, although he had already made mental preparations for not reporting hope for the food of the army in ancient times, he couldn't help but shout when he saw it,.

Watching the guys sweating profusely stirring the porridge, the biceps muscles in his hands bulging high, this pot is too much to cook, and it's really fortunate that these guys are really suffering. followed Zhang Fan and lined up honestly, with a bowl of porridge and a dough cake per person.

As for the taste, Jiang Hong didn't want to say too much, so he reluctantly ate the cake, and drank most of the porridge, Jiang Hong felt that he was almost there, and Zhang Fan on the side looked at the remaining porridge in his bowl.

"I can't eat it, give it to you." Jiang Hong said with a smile.

"Thank you." Zhang Fan took Jiang Hong's bowl and ate it as he spoke.

"The thieves are coming!! There was a heart-rending shout from the city wall, and Jiang Hong was worried that his throat would not be broken because of this.

Ascending the city wall, Jiang Hong poked his head out and looked at it, almost didn't laugh out loud, can this be considered an army, not to mention the uniform pace of the Great Heavenly Dynasty in the future, you should at least be neatly arranged, Jiang Hong also knows that this is the norm, and his own Han army may not be much better, but he is still a little uncontrollable when he sees it with his own eyes.

"Shoot !!" , the yellow turban general under shouted.

The arrows were shot in clusters, and many fell in mid-air because of lack of strength, for the guy who could still be shot like this, Jiang Hong could only say, brother, you can't hide from it.

Seeing that the Yellow Turban Army had rushed to the bottom of the city wall, a simple ladder frame made of wood and hemp rope was set up on the city wall, and those Yellow Turban soldiers were like ants, and they climbed up the ladder with their heads down.

"It's all set! Stone them all at me! No one is allowed to come up. The generals of the Han army were also calling the shots.

After getting the order, the soldiers of the Han army picked up the stones that had been prepared a long time ago, and began to desperately, not like money, to smash under the city wall, Jiang Hong was very worried about what to do if the stones ran out of smashing like this, but these were not what he should consider, the sky fell and the people who were tall were on top.

The stones were like rain, and they kept throwing down the yellow turbans under the city walls. The equipment of the Yellow Turban Army is extremely simple, and a pair of leather armor can be regarded as a small boss, let alone iron armor and the like. Most of the soldiers were just wrapped in a yellow cloth wrapped around their heads, and they were no different from ordinary people, and they were quite tattered.

In the face of these stones thrown from the high wall, the Yellow Turban Army was powerless to resist at all, and could only silently pray in his heart that the heavens would open his eyes, no, it should be the Yellow Sky to open his eyes, not to open his head. But if Huang Tian works, then what do you want to do, so in the first wave of the offensive, many Yellow Turban troops were smashed to the head and bleeding, and there was no resistance at all, and only a few lucky ones survived.

Although the attack on the head of the city is very dense and strong, but there are many people who can't stand these Yellow Turbans, one by one as if they don't want to die, they climb up against the stones, one falls, and two climb up, the Han army that can stand on the head of the city is limited, and the stones placed are also limited, and they have paid hundreds of lives, and after about half an hour of fighting, or unilaterally taking their lives in exchange for the enemy's city defense materials, finally the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army climbed up to the city.

Bo Cai in the camp of the Yellow Turban Army looked at all this coldly, these casualties were nothing in his eyes, these so-called Yellow Turban Army were just displaced people who were used to consume the enemy's strength and materials, and when they took the Changshe, defeated Huangfu Song, and defeated Zhu Jun in the future, how many such exiles there were, what he relied on was not these exiles, but the 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers behind him, otherwise it would be impossible for Sun Wu to reincarnate if he wanted to defeat the Han army with these exiles.

The first Yellow Turban soldier who climbed to the head of the city had a rusty firewood knife in his mouth, and he put one hand on the head of the city, gritted his teeth and pushed his upper body onto the city, seeing that he was actually the first to rush to the city, he thought that he would definitely reward himself when he went back to Daqu Shuai in a while, and couldn't help grinning, revealing eight yellow teeth with uneven levels, but before he could laugh, a spear head, a gun head suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and in his sight, it became bigger and bigger. Soon, the Yellow Turban soldier only felt a chill in his head, and then, the sky and the earth seemed to turn in one direction, and they kept flipping, and suddenly, the whole world turned red, and finally, fell silent.

"I'm sorry for this brother, although I don't know what you're happy about, but, there's no way, the position is different, so I'll give you a good one, so as not to hurt." Jiang Hong muttered to himself.

It just so happened that the first yellow scarf to climb the city was here, and Jiang Hong stabbed it with a shot. Jiang Hong wondered why he was so skilled in killing people for the first time, and he didn't have any psychological burden, just like a skilled executioner, but he didn't have time to think about it now.

But when the battle was over, Jiang Hong still thought about it carefully and summed it up, first, his heart was relatively big; second, I am a pervert, which is basically unrealistic; Third, when he crossed over, he not only occupied this body, but most of it was fused with the soul of this body, after all, this is a big living person who let himself wear it, and the original soul of the person is good, although his consciousness is dominant, but he has integrated many memories and habits, as for whether he is the Jiang Hong of the future generations, this is a philosophical question, Jiang Hong doesn't want to think about it, he wastes his head, he is himself, why bother to find so much unhappiness for himself.

With the first one, there is a second, the yellow turbans climbed up one after another, but they were greeted by bright swords and cold and piercing spearheads, although the yellow scarves were not slaughtered, they rose up to resist, and also caused some casualties to the Han soldiers, but compared to the Yellow Turban Army, many Yellow Turbans just climbed to the top of the city, and were forced down by the swords of the Han army, and there were very few yellow scarves that could stand on the city wall.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the generals on the city wall shouted:

"It's time to drive them down to Lao Tzu!!"

"Kill !!!!" The Han army roared loudly, the momentum seemed to break through the sky, the officers and soldiers fought hard, the few yellow turbans on the city wall were quickly slaughtered, and then the Han army took advantage of the fact that there was no enemy army on the city wall, and overturned the ladder in turn, and the yellow scarves on the ladder fell down one after another, either dead or injured, and the fallen ladder smashed many people by the way.

The Yellow Turban Army is also a human being, it is a human being who will be afraid, before it was just deceived by religious beliefs, and the Yellow Turban Army has always been in a winning position, so it temporarily forgot about life and death, in the face of the threat of death, many people reacted that they were not made of iron, and they would die if they hit other people's knives and guns with their heads, and they spontaneously retreated.

"Humph!" Bo Cai snorted coldly and looked at the yellow scarves who were retreating like a tide, "Did I tell them to retreat?" ”

"My subordinates understood." The leader on the side understood.

An order reached the ears of the Overseers in front of them, and the executioners all smiled with a penetrating smile.

Huang Er is one of the Yellow Turbans who retired, he grew up in the mountains since he was a child, his legs and feet are better than his peers, plus he was a little clever, he always hid behind when attacking the city, and now he retreated, he was the first to run back, the world is not as big as his own small life, he is just to eat for a while, why take his own small life.

Just as Huang Er was about to cross a row of big men, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light, and before he could react, he saw something familiar, huh? Why is that bone chain so familiar, exactly the same as the one my mother made for me, and then, the whole world fell into darkness, and there was no light.

After cutting down a lot of the retreating Yellow Turbans, the Overseers finally stopped the wave of retreating, and the Yellow Turbans looked at the Overseers with a wince, not understanding why they were cutting their own people.

"Who told you to retreat, give it to me, there is no Ming Jin, you are not allowed to retreat, those who violate the order, behead!" The leader of the Warlord said loudly.

The yellow scarves looked at each other, retreated, that is, died at the hands of their own people, ten deaths, entered, nine deaths and one life, maybe they could survive if they were lucky, after a long time, after doing a simple multiple-choice question, most of the yellow scarves chose to move forward.

Looking at the yellow scarf that rushed up again, Jiang Hong said quietly.

"It doesn't look like today's battle will end so easily."