The signal that came as promised, Zhang Qi who came as promised, and then looked at Yang Ping, who was deliberately put into the city and was still fighting trapped beasts at the moment, Yang Fang, who was the commander of Xiaquyang, always felt that there seemed to be something abnormal at this moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Zhang Qi, what about the Yellow Turban follow-up soldiers and horses you are talking about?"

At this moment, most of the main forces of the Han army have been quietly concentrated on the head of the northern city of Xiaquyang, in order to defeat the last trace of luck of the Yellow Turban Army in one fell swoop tonight, so that they can honestly retreat to Julu and carry out the next march according to the script they wrote.

"Captain, this, I don't know~"

Zhang Qi felt the same way as Yang Fang, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the battlefield at the moment, although Yang Ping was surrounded by a heavy siege, but he did not have that kind of frightened rush, but instead commanded the soldiers and horses under his command to form a circle, desperately resisting.

Could it be that they are pinning their hopes on the follow-up soldiers and horses to conquer the city and rescue them?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi couldn't help sighing, he knew that although this Yang Ping's ability was not superior, but the pride of daring to take responsibility and dare to seek welfare for his brothers made him have to secretly admire him, and it was just admiration, if he wanted to block his future, he had to kick it away!

"Captain, the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army have fled into the streets."

Just when Yang Fang and Zhang Qi were at a loss when they looked at the current situation, a herald hurriedly arrived to report the battle situation.

"Flee into the streets?"

This situation made the two confused again, after all, if they fought near the gate, they would be able to cause a little chaos when the Yellow Turban Army attacked the city in the future, but if they escaped into the street, it only took a few hundred elite soldiers to slowly consume it, what was this Yang Ping thinking?

Yang Fang, who seemed to have some idea in his mind, frowned at the empty field on the horizon at the moment.

Although there may be a gap between the generals in the Yellow Turban Army, it is a great blow to morale to watch a commander die, and it is likely to be more terrible than the last defeat, because this is not only the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, but also their solid belief in uniting as one and creating the world together.

Just as the two of them were thinking hard, a Han army with untidy armor crashed into from the end of South Street, and the dazzling rout suddenly entered Yang Fang's sight.

"Fang Wu, how dare you come here! If there is a mistake in Nancheng, what should you be guilty of! ”

The person in front was one of the two military marquis in Nancheng, and after seeing his figure, Yang Fang, who was ashamed, widened his eyes and shouted.

"Du Wei, Du Wei, the Yellow Turban army has come up from the south city, Cai Junhou died in the south wall, our department has been defeated, and the Yellow Turban army has entered the city."

Yang Fang, who was about to plan what to do with his cronies, immediately changed his face after hearing Fang Wu's words.

He finally understood why such a situation occurred, it turned out that this Yellow Turban Army was just a partial division and abandoned brigade to lure the enemy!

"Damn, A, B, C, D, four songs, immediately follow this captain to Nancheng to break the enemy."

Now I don't care about blaming Fang Wu, now there is a little more delay, that is, the mighty Yellow Turban Army rushed into the city, once the Yellow Turban Army bustling in, even if he was ready, he would not be able to stop the crowded Yellow Turban Army.

Therefore, Yang Fang, who still had a little hope at this moment, gathered all the mobile forces that his subordinates could draw, and prepared to go against the momentum of the Yellow Turban army and block the southern city gate.

"Fang Wu, you rush to the front for Lao Tzu, if the southern city is not down, your head will have to be saved again!"

While ordering Yang Fang, who had gathered all the people, he yelled at his former cronies Fang Wu. If Nancheng is completely occupied by the Yellow Turban Army, then the endless Yellow Turban Army will march into Xiaquyang, and even if he Yang Fang is lucky enough to escape from the Yellow Turban Army, there will be no way back, because the Yang family of the fourth and third dukes behind him will not give him any way to live for this waste that has ruined their plans, and now, there is only a fight to the death!

……

When Yang Fang collided with the vanguard of the Yellow Turban Army to rescue Yang Ping in the center of the city, and was entangled, his heart was already cold, and at this moment, the Yellow Turban soldiers and horses in the center of the city were able to entangle his troops, not to mention the south city gate?

Although the situation in this area is slowly falling towards the Han army, Yang Fang's expression is becoming more and more gray, and when the Han army is about to achieve this partial victory, the addition of another Yellow Turban Army makes it difficult for Yang Fang to even breathe.

Although he is not a famous general, after decades of training by the family, his military quality can be regarded as passing, of course, he thinks of the current situation of the entire city with a little bit of face.

"My wife, my son, farewell, let me contribute the last bit of strength to you."

The noisy battlefield was stopped by a crisp jingle, and when he thought of killing himself, maybe he could let his wife and children get their lives from the family behind him, Yang Fang, who turned his head and looked around, finally chose to leave the big stage that was about to open the curtain and show boundless style in such a tragic way.

"The tide is set!"

The commander who had just led a group of soldiers and horses to join the battle group was Han Yuan, and when he saw Yang Fang on the tall horse inexplicably committing suicide, he roared with great joy in his heart.

Although he Han Yuan is not capable of pulling out a thousand catties, he can change the situation of the Yellow Turban Army, and it has only been a few days since he crossed over, and it is just the beginning. Maybe in the future, he Han Yuan will be able to perform his own solo dance on this stormy stage.

"Yang Fang is dead, don't quickly put down his arms and surrender!"

With enough breath in his heart, Han Yuan shouted at the Han army who was still blindly moving forward on an inferior horse that belonged to him, holding a big sword high.

……

The battle was over, and this siege battle could be said to be the first major victory of the Yellow Turban Army since the uprising.

With only more than 7,000 people lost by the army, it easily conquered this fortified city guarded by nearly 10,000 Han troops, killed more than 2,000 Han troops, captured more than 5,000 people, and the rest were either hidden in residential houses or sneaked away, but it didn't matter, because the Yellow Turban Army won!

It's like the first American astronaut to land on the moon said that his own step is a big leap for mankind; Although the Battle of Quyang did not annihilate the real main elite of the Han Army, it broke the frustrating fact that the Yellow Turban Army must march according to the arrangement of the Heavenly Dao, which made everything possible for the Yellow Turban Army.

This battle will shock the world!