"Sons, rush with me, my Yellow Turban army is invincible!"

Deng He's huge voice echoed under the city of Xiaquyang at this moment, and he was already dismounted, wearing a suit of armor and carrying a ring-headed knife, and rushed to the city of Xiaquyang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the rear, Han Yuan, who had complicated eyes, was still protecting this powerful yellow turban crossbow under Deng He's order, and every wave of their shots could take away a large number of Han soldiers, but when the manpower was finally exhausted, even if they had been blessed by the great sage and good teacher, they were helpless against the big yellow crossbow in their hands at this time, they had already fired twenty rounds of volleys, and their arms were so swollen that they couldn't even lift them.

The reason why Han Yuan was here was not that he was not received by Deng Mao, nor that his plan was not accepted by Deng Mao, on the contrary, he met Deng Mao and proposed a plan, which was also adopted by Deng Mao.

But for the victory of the Yellow Turban Army, how can Deng He, who had already expressed his will to die in the big tent yesterday, retreat again?

You must know that there is no shortage of Han Ting and the family's fine works in the middle and high-level of the Yellow Turban Army, if Deng He does not charge today, then it will definitely make them suspicious, so that the defense of Xia Quyang at night will be more rigorous, which will bring all kinds of unknown changes to the surprise attack of the Yellow Turban Army, so in order not to add any variables to the Yellow Turban Army to conquer Xia Quyang, Deng He made a decision when he heard the plan last night, charge!

It is worth it to exchange your own death for a stable capture of Xiaquyang, and to exchange your own death for the Yellow Turban Army's Yundao Dachang in the Hebei Theater!

As a result, there was a scene where Deng He was still charging today.

It's just that Li Gu at this moment is not by his side, his body is pinned on Deng He's hope, as well as some elite soldiers secretly drawn out of the camp, in their eyes, Han Yuan is a general's talent, but after all, his prestige is not enough at this moment, and he needs his help to be able to suppress the elite of the headquarters and command before he can have an arm.

"Ah~, long live the yellow scarf, long live the yellow sky!"

This is Deng He's last voice in this world, he killed him in the city for nearly half an hour, and was finally stabbed through the intestines by the tightly formed Han army, and finally at the end, his huge roar gave the remaining soldiers invisible encouragement.

Born for the Yellow Turban Army, and died for the Yellow Turban Army, this is a hero that no one can deny, but if Han Yuan didn't witness it with his own eyes, who would know the traces of his existence? The merciless tide of history will crush everything to pieces.

"Drums!"

The Lieutenant of Xiaquyang, who was at the head of the city, saw that the Yellow Turban Army after being inspired by Deng He once again sprouted the combat power that had been exchanged for death, and he frowned and shouted at several bare-armed big men behind him.

"Whoa!"

With a shout, several sturdy men with naked upper bodies walked towards the huge war drums with two big drum hammers.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock~"

A rhythmic knock made the Han army on the head of the city also burst out with infinite combat power.

"Sonic waves? Or is it some special means? ”

Han Yuan under the city wall, after seeing those big drums being beaten, the Han army's tendency to be pounced on by the Yellow Turban Army's will to die stopped instantly, and the Han army, which seemed to be radiating infinite combat power, instantly strangled the remnants of the Yellow Turban at the end of the crossbow.

"Blow the trumpet, collect the troops!"

Deng Mao, who closed his eyes, glanced at the head of the city where there was no Yellow Turban Army standing, and said sadly.

"Deng He, you won't die in vain, and my Yellow Turban Army won't succumb to the obscenity of the sky!"

Deng Mao, who clenched his fists, thought about the night attack at night, and secretly prayed for them, whether the Yellow Turban Army could reverse this fate and not conquer Xiaquyang, it depended on this battle!

……

In the night of Xiaquyang, the silence was a little terrible, and the cold air in the northern night accompanied by the smell of corpses on the battlefield permeated the northern city wall of Xiaquyang, making the Han troops at the head of the city can't help but tremble one by one.

Today's daytime battle seems that the Yellow Turban Army is attacking a little crazy, that wave of life and death, even to the death to hold a Han army fell under the city of the Yellow Turban Army, but it is to make the Han army at the head of the city suffer heavy losses, that I don't know what crossbowmen shot several waves in a row and even collapsed part of the city wall, so that they had to send soldiers and horses to keep vigil on the north wall at night, which is really not very wonderful for the soldiers who have been fighting all day and are eager to sleep.

……

"Commander, our soldiers and horses, night attack? Will there be a problem? ”

The 1st Brigade in Han Yuan's vision is also the commander Yang Ping, and his subordinates have not participated in the battle in the past two days, which can be regarded as a strong soldier, but it is only compared to the rest of the Yellow Turban Battalion, if it is compared with the nearly 10,000 well-trained Han troops in the city, it is really a sheep's mouth.

"What's the problem? Qu Shuai is organizing soldiers and horses to prepare to follow up, and our goal is to open the door! ”

Next to him is his best friend Zhang Qi, who has played since he was a child, and is now his deputy commander, I don't know why, Yang Ping always feels that Zhang Qi has been a little out of the way in the past two days, and his thoughts from time to time make him suspicious.

It's just that the enemy is at present, and everything is captured in Quyang.

"Yes, yes~, it's naturally no problem to lead you out!"

After smiling lightly to hide the embarrassment in his words, Zhang Qi sank his face into the darkness, and his eyes that flashed with resentment and excitement made him look even more vicious.

"Go according to the original plan, nothing has changed!"

Zhang Qi, who was walking in the grove, saw that there were no people around, so he patted a more conspicuous stone and whispered softly.

"Okay, Du Wei ordered me to pass the word, and when Yang Ping enters the city, he will immediately signal to close the city gate, and there must be no mistake!"

After the stone shook for a while, a figure came out of the ground, looked at the Yellow Turban soldiers around him, and had no doubts about Yang Ping's words.

"Yes!"

looked at Zhang Qi around him, and after continuing to wander around slowly for a while, he returned to Yang Ping's side.

……

"Giggle~"

The roar in the city heralded the arrival of another day, Yang Ping, who had been lurking in the woods at the foot of the city all night, immediately woke up after hearing the roar, and the darkness before dawn was the agreed attack signal!

"Everyone, follow me, the trend of the yellow turban, the world is the same!"

Under a loud shout, the Yellow Turban Army, which had already been prepared, lifted the ladder and ran towards the city, at this time, the Yellow Turban Army, there was no intrigue, no oppression of goodness, they still maintained simplicity and kindness, which is the source of their combat power.

"No, even if Deng Mao's soldiers and horses are slow to respond in the back, at least one pioneer can be seen at this moment~"

Zhang Qi, who followed the charge of the army, thought suspiciously after looking at the horizon behind him from a distance.