Xiaquyang, as the second largest city in Jizhou Julu in China, made the Yellow Turban army that bumped into it full of blood, and Han Yuan, who rushed to the city in time, looked at the crumbling sun and breathed a sigh of relief. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"How tragic the battle of the city is."

Looking at the corpse at the foot of the city that was almost piled into a small hill, Han Yuan was a little glad that he was still alive.

"Commander, the last general Han Yuan led his troops to arrive."

After seeing the banner of his own commander, Han Yuan rode a horse and rushed to Deng He's side to report his arrival.

"Well, Han Yuan, who slashed Yuan Fang, let your troops stop squeezing forward, they will be collected today, and they will fight again tomorrow."

Deng He first lightly pointed out Han Yuan's merits, and then ordered in a faint tone.

"Whoa."

Deng He's words were exactly what Han Yuan meant, so he asked Li San to go to the herald to stand by on the spot, and then he quietly stood behind Deng He on horseback, closely observing the current battlefield.

At this time, the sun is about to set, for today's Yellow Turban Army, the night battle is not easy to fight, although one by one the Yellow Turban soldiers can sacrifice their lives to attack the city, but they are just ordinary people who take up arms, the night siege is easy to be a small movement of a small army on the opposite side, causing all kinds of riots, if there is a camp roar, then the loss will be great, so Han Yuan is pinching this point in time to hurry, on the one hand, in order not to participate in today's battle, on the other hand, in order to observe the battle situation, Plot a way to break the city.

"Hehe, Yang Laosan can be planted this time, his department has lost at least 3,000 people this time, and he hasn't even touched the head of the city."

The deputy commander Li Gu is a friend of Deng He's fellow village, and he didn't care about talking to Deng He, and the tone with a hint of mockery made Han Yuan indifferent for a while, he was also a Yellow Turban Army, and as a result, the commanders below had different thoughts, how could this condense the combat effectiveness.

"This Quyang, it's not easy to fight, Qu Shuai told me that if we can't conquer Quyang within three days, then we will immediately retreat to Julu City."

Deng He, who seemed to know something inside, didn't have any personal grudges and 'Yang Laosan' at the moment, and the solemnity on his face made the smile on Li Gu's face slowly disappear.

"Three days? I think it will take at least ten days to capture Xiaquyang! Our Yellow Turban Army does not have any high-level siege equipment, and now we can only slowly pile up human lives, looking at the density of the arrow rain at the head of this city, where can we exchange human lives in a day or two! ”

Li Gu said to Deng He with wide eyes, the rare flesh on his face was shaking at the moment.

Li Gu's words seemed to hit the nail on the head, Deng He just glanced at him silently, pointed to the sky, and then focused on the battlefield again, silently thinking about the way to attack the city.

"Hehe, Yundao, Yundao, is it possible that everyone in the world is played by this heaven between applause!"

Li Gu also seemed to understand something, and he muttered with a dejected expression when his voice was lightened, if it weren't for Han Yuan's strength skyrocketing at this time, he really couldn't hear what he was muttering.

"Three days of siege? Why? So what does this have to do with luck? Why is it said that people in the world are played by God between applause? ……”

At this moment, Han Yuan was confused by their conversation, and one after another seemingly unsolvable questions filled his mind, what kind of secret was hidden in this bizarre Han Dynasty?

Woo woo woo~

The earth-shattering horn blew away the last attack of the Yellow Turban Army, and the Yellow Turban Army of all divisions, under the command of the commander, began an orderly retreat.

"Let's go, tomorrow our battalion will take the song as a unit and start to take turns to attack the city, and your song will be in the fifth round."

Seeing that the soldiers and horses of his department began to retreat, Deng He, who seemed to think of Han Yuan again, said to him after turning his horse's head.

"Oh, by the way, you go with me to the Qu Shuai camp to discuss things."

The indifferent tone showed that Deng He's mood was not very high at the moment, and today's failure and the muttering in Li Gu's mouth seemed to make him a little irritable.

"Whoa."

……

The meeting of the Yellow Turban Army was not an enlarged meeting above the military marquis as Han Yuan imagined, Han Yuan, who was sitting at the end, was surprised to find that he might be the only military marquis-level figure, and the rest of the people were only afraid of being on an equal footing with Li Gu, so what was the situation with him?

"Which department will go to attack the city tomorrow and raise the prestige of my yellow turban?"

After everyone sat in silence for a while, Qu Shuai Deng Mao first broke the silence of the moment, but when his words fell, the silence in the camp returned to the beginning.

Just kidding, the Yang Ge battalion, which took the lead in attacking the city in order to rush to attack last night, lost about two-thirds of the troops in today's battle, which can basically be said to be scrapped, the city of Quyang is not as fragile as Songzi County, and the soldiers are trained for a long time, coupled with the help of the private soldiers of the wealthy families in Quyang, the city like an iron bucket makes everyone almost desperate, who will really lose their own family for the yellow scarf in their mouth! That's the reliance of one's own power!

At this moment, Han Yuan understood Deng He's words in the afternoon, it turned out that he had expected the situation tonight, in order to prevent him from being cold from his brother Deng Mao, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

"Qu Shuai, the last general wishes that the headquarters of Shuai will attack the city tomorrow!"

Deng He's appearance seemed to be expected by everyone, so everyone still sat quietly with their eyes and nose and nose and heart.

"Good! Deng He, this commander will give you 100 Yellow Turban Crossbowmen to help you win! ”

There was no pride, no excitement, but the precious one hundred yellow turban crossbowmen actually joined Deng He's command.

"The last general will live up to the trust of Qu Shuai, tomorrow, I will personally carry a sword to attack the city, do not resist, I am willing to sacrifice my body on the head of the city of Quyang!"

Deng He's death-defying tone shocked all the generals present, according to the defense of Quyang, this Deng He is obviously going to die, you must know that the battle has reached this day, but there is no precedent for a commander-level big man to die in battle.

"Commander Deng ,......"

Everyone wants to persuade one by one, but they open their mouths and don't know how to persuade them, do they still have the face to say that a hero of the Yellow Turban Army is a retreating person?

When the meeting ended, Han Yuan thought he would be mentioned, but it turned out that he found that he had played a complete soy sauce.

Originally, this meeting was supposed to end with everyone's retreat and leaving a cowardly ending, but at this moment, it was because Deng He's death was like home, everyone was ashamed and inexplicable, and they were also the top leaders of the Yellow Turban Army, why was the gap so big?

Originally, the commander-level characters who were all depressed were down, but because of Deng He's words, they slowly recovered many of the pride of the original uprising.

"One soldier bears, one nest of bears", Deng He used his own life in exchange for another boost in the morale of the Yellow Turban Army.