Han Zhong thought at first that Han Liang was making a big fuss, and among the four gates of Wancheng, it was his east gate that was the most relaxed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But he couldn't stand Han Liang's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he reluctantly took advantage of the gap between the Jingzhou army and went to the east gate.

At this time, under the east gate, He Xianzheng ordered the sergeants under his command to tell the deeds of Lu Lang General three times against the Yellow Sky God, the story is called a wonderful ah, whether it is the Yellow Turban thieves above the city wall or the Nanyang County soldiers under the city wall, they all listen to it with relish.

Seeing such a warm scene of persuasion for the first time, Han Zhong was also drunk, so he asked more: "Who is this Lu Langjiang?" ”

The yellow turban pawn who listened to the story on his stomach in the city did not reply: "Hey! This Lu Langjiang is the first general under the emperor's seat, Lu Zhi, Lu Zhonglang General! ”

"Ridiculous! A lackey of the imperial court, how can he be compared with the Yellow Sky God! Han Zhong said angrily.

"New fools, don't be blind! This Lu Lang will be the god of war of the Nine Heavens! It's extremely fierce, even the Yellow Sky God has to bow to the wind......" The Yellow Turban pawn fought back, and turned around, his face full of unhappiness after listening to the story being interrupted.

When he turned around, he saw that it was a big man in the armor of a general, and the yellow turban pawn knew that he was trembling, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang long", and he quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

If it were in normal times, a low-level pawn dared to shout like this, Han Zhong would have drawn his sword and cut off his head. But today is different, like the pawns in front of me who are attracted by the stories under the city, they are all of them. If Han Zhong wanted to kill people, it would only intensify their centrifugal pace. It seems that Han Liang is not wrong, the situation at the East Gate seems to be safe, but it is actually dangerous and abnormal.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Zhong decided to send the guards he brought, open the city gates, and kill the crooked storytellers outside the city to prevent future troubles.

Outside the city gates, He Xianzheng and five soldiers with a talent for storytelling are compiling the storyline for the next round. The persuasion story meeting has been going on for seven days, and He Xian's inspiration for the previous days has been exhausted, and now he has to brainstorm and rely on the original framework to compile the story. It seems that in this era of extremely poor spiritual entertainment, not only the golden thieves, but also the new and veteran soldiers of the mask armor army under their command like this long serial story!

Suddenly, seeing the city gate wide open, hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers charged over with skulls and swords, startling He Xian and the others!

"Holy! said that he didn't do anything, but he broke the rules! Then don't blame the county lieutenant for killing chickens and showing those little monkeys in the city! ”

He Xian raised the small red flag in his hand and waved it three times into the distance, and then regardless of his demeanor, he beckoned a few sergeants to hold the paper, horns and other things that recorded the story, and staggered to the rear of the main formation!

Han Zhong didn't know that among the people being chased in the city, there was a salty existence. He originally thought that a few ninth-rate storytellers had been captured by the Han army to shake the military spirit of the Yellow Turban Sect. Seeing that the phalanx of the Nanyang County Lieutenant did not show any signs of coming forward to respond, Han Zhong was even more proud, and ordered the sergeant to continue beating the drums, commanding the guards under the city, and vowing to kill those clowns!

Seeing that his guards were about to catch up with those damn storytellers, Han Zhong suddenly felt the soles of his feet vibrate slightly! Before Han Zhong could react, he heard Han Liang shouting in his ear: "Look! Cavalry! ”

At this moment, Han Zhong has the heart to die! I wanted to kill those storytellers and redeem some of the lost military hearts, but I never thought that there were still cavalry among the soldiers of Nanyang County! Hundreds of cavalry galloped out of the grove on the north side of the city, accelerating from the side to rush towards the Yellow Turban guards. Although the leader of the Yellow Turban guards gave the order to withdraw to Wancheng as soon as he discovered the Nanyang cavalry, he had no choice but to run on four legs. Zhang Liao commanded the Nanyang cavalry to launch a cavalry shot. The Yellow Turban guards didn't dare to stop and block, because if they stopped, they would definitely die, and there might be a glimmer of life if they resisted.

After the three-wheeled cavalry shooting, more than half of the five hundred yellow turban guards fell, and Han Zhong's teeth were cracked. These elite Yellow Turban guards are all elites with one as ten, but unfortunately under the rain of arrows of the Nanyang cavalry, they have no power to parry.

Nanyang's cavalry finally approached the land of an arrow, and Han Zhong did not hesitate to give the order to "release the arrows", and the archers under his command quickly consumed the arrows in the quiver at a speed that was not bad for money. lest if he didn't do his best, he would be killed indiscriminately by the angry Han Zhong.

But Zhang Liao is not brainless, how can he let Han Zhong succeed. Seeing that the attack range of the bow and arrow was reached, he immediately gave up chasing the prey. Turning the horse's head and turning to the southeast, he drew a beautiful arc under Wancheng. The cavalry under his command followed closely and avoided the rain of arrows of the Yellow Turban Thieves without danger. The Nanyang army array in the rear erupted into a burst of cheers, and Han Zhong, who was so angry that the head of the city jumped to his feet, but he was helpless. After all, Han Zhong didn't dare to really send the main force out of the city to fight the soldiers of Nanyang County.

In just one cup of tea, Han Zhong's five hundred Yellow Turban guards suffered more than 300 casualties, less than 100 people were able to retreat to Wancheng unscathed, and more than 100 people had one or two arrows hanging on their bodies. Either in the back or in the arms; It's either in the arm or in the ass; It's either in the butt or in the thighs and calves. In a word, it is important to be close to the city, otherwise it is impossible to imagine that there will be living people back.

Although the number of Nanyang soldiers is small, they are very elite! In this small battle, both Han Zhong and Han Liang acquiesced to this fact. I don't dare to open the city gate casually and go out to wave. Because the waves are going to die! So, He Xian swaggered and took his storyteller sergeant, holding the loudspeaker and the draft of the story, reopened the stall, and continued his innovative persuasion action under the city!

Comrade Sun Wentai, the "Jiangdong Tiger," has led his troops to climb the city wall of the north gate three times, and although in the end he failed to break the city because of Zhao Hong's desperate counterattack, he has achieved remarkable results. Although Qin Jie, who attacked the south gate, failed to attack the city wall, he also organized several large-scale siege battles and killed countless enemies. Just when the other three gates were in full swing for a month, the east gate attacked by He Xian spat and told the story of a month! Qin Jie's documents accusing He Xian of passive confrontation, Zhu Jun all transferred them to He Xian, and placed them in the corner of He Xianzhong's military tent, which is now stacked more than a foot high. He Xiancai ignored Qin Jie's blind comparison, and wrote hundreds of words for Zhu Jun's recital, with only one core meaning: attacking the heart!

He Xian never gave up his plan to persuade the Yellow Turban Thieves, Zhu Jun understood what He Xian meant, but he never agreed. I didn't forbid it, and I didn't agree to it, so I let any salt fool around at the east gate. Zhu Jun also wanted to see what kind of moths this nephew boy with a big brain hole could come up with.

He Xian can't make a moth, but for the matter of persuasion, it is really a matter of course. So, after January, when Zhu Jun felt that the Yellow Turban thieves in Wancheng had shown fatigue, morale began to slump, supplies began to be scarce, and the opportunity to launch a general attack had come, He Xian was the first to jump out, saying that the soldiers of Nanyang County could capture the East Gate!