On a battlefield somewhere in the Yellow Turban, Zhang Fei led the White Battalion to attack with all his might in the direction of the Yellow Turban's rout. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info However, the Yellow Turban soldiers who had long lost their fighting spirit cried for their father and shouted for their mother's escape, and occasionally a few people who were not afraid of death rushed to Zhang Fei and were killed by Zhang Fei with a spear.

During the pursuit, occasional Yellow Turban generals came to intercept Zhang Fei, but they were all knocked off his horse by Zhang Fei in one round, and then trampled by the iron hooves of the White Battalion.

Suddenly, a majestic young military general of the Yellow Turban led more than 100 guards upstream, and raised his gun to meet Zhang Fei, who was rushing forward. The next moment, after a burst of gold and iron sounds, the two horses galloped past, Zhang Fei stabbed eight snake spears in his palm, and a black lotus bloomed out of thin air, followed by more than ten guards who followed the Yellow Turban generals and fell off their horses.

", where did this little white face come from, with so much strength." The young military general of the yellow scarf who staggered by shook the numb tiger mouth that was shocked, and couldn't help but curse angrily in a low voice.

Suddenly, the cavalry of the Tabai Battalion, which followed Zhang Fei, swung their knives and slashed obliquely in the gallop, which couldn't help but make the young military general Chu Yan put away the contempt in his chest, waved his spear to his chest, and held the chopping ring knife. Before the cavalry of the Tabai Battalion swung his sword again, the spear in Chu Yan's palm smashed out, and several cavalrymen of the Tabai Battalion were knocked out in an instant.

In the next breath, an endless stream of cavalry from the Tabai Battalion swung their knives and slashed, so frightened that the high-spirited Chu Yan put away his gun and back, and the sound of the jingle was accompanied by Chu Yan's numbness.

When the 800 Baiying rushed out, Chu Yan, who was a little exhausted, exhaled lightly, and looked back at the hundreds of Baiying in the distance. Suddenly, Chu Yan looked at several guards with bloodstains behind him, at that moment, Chu Yan even had the heart to cry, and nearly three hundred good soldiers in the army stayed on the battlefield like this.

"Kill," Chu Yan gritted her steel teeth and stabbed with a single shot, allowing several Han soldiers to die on the battlefield in an instant. Immediately after, the grief-stricken Chu Yan didn't want to stay on the battlefield for a moment. Not to mention that the leading cavalry of the Han army is above him, not to mention that the hundreds of cavalry of the Han army are stronger than their own. Immediately, Chu Yan rushed to the periphery with dozens of guards and returned to the Yellow Turban Formation.

In the Yellow Turban Formation, when most of the men and horses fell into the heavy encirclement of the Han army, Zhang Liang ordered his commander Qu Shuai to lead 10,000 soldiers and horses to respond, intending to break the blockade of the Han cavalry and withdraw more Yellow Turbans to Guangzong City.

The war drums sounded in unison, the battle horn hissed, and in less than half a day, the Yellow Turban rushed in nearly 70,000 soldiers and horses before and after without an inch, which made Zhang Liang feel a pain in his flesh.

Suddenly, the Han army's tun cavalry and Yue cavalry separated a gap, and the fleeing Yellow Turban soldiers seemed to see hope, and they rushed out.

In a few moments, Huangfu Song waved the flag, and nearly 70,000 elite Han troops rushed out, rushing towards the Yellow Turban Army with the momentum of the rushing river, driving the Yellow Turban Army to further collapse.

On the gate tower of Guangzong City, an old man who was over the age of six, wearing armor on the outside and yellow on the inside, and his face was covered with wrinkles like a ravine, leaned against the female wall and watched the general's battle situation. After a long time, he said leisurely, "Defeated." ”

The old man burst out these two words from between his teeth, and his mouth was full of grief and indignation, but on his face, a pair of stunning eyes showed unwillingness, and said bitterly, "If you make a mistake, you will lose all the games." ”

Suddenly, the old man resolutely said, "Open the city gate, welcome Zhang Liang and them in, the archers, sandalwood, and rolling stones are ready, the Jiazi battalion guards both sides of the city gate, and the Yellow Turban wrestlers guard the main gate and repel the enemy outside the city." ”

"Yes, General Tiangong," a fanatical Yellow Turban wrestler looked at Zhang Jiao's back that was shaped like a pine and seemed to be able to hold up a piece of sky.

And the old man who was looked at as the pillar of the sky was the founder of the Taiping Sect, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, and the general of the Heavenly Gong Zhang Jiao. In the past 20 years, he has formulated all kinds of equality laws and regulations, in a vain attempt to pull down the ruling class of the family with the power of one person. However, the Yellow Turbans spread all over the prefectures and counties of Dahan within a few years, and their power increased rapidly, but the good and bad among them were uneven, causing the overall situation to fall apart and make all of Zhang Jiao's plans stillborn.

Not long after, Zhang Liang, who was still outside the city, commanded the rear to retreat into Guangzong City, and soon, Chu Yan and other Yellow Turban generals converged with Zhang Liang and slowly retreated into the city.

When this scene appeared in the eyes of the Han army, the schools of the Han army rushed to charge like cats that smelled fish.

Suddenly, a black rain of arrows appeared in the sky, densely aimed at the Han soldiers who rushed to the west gate of Guangzong.

When a member of the Han sergeant fell, the red-eyed Han sergeant returned to his eyes and defended on the spot, or formed a simple defensive formation to resist the rain of arrows shot from the city wall.

Knock knock, a gentle war drum sounded, and the Han sergeant who was standing still slowly retreated, reforming the crane wing formation with the rear.

The Han army in the middle of the army, with a wave of the flag, 3,000 soldiers holding leather shields or ring-headed knives carrying ladders, pushing the crashing car, and withstanding the dense rain of arrows, advancing rapidly.

With a stick of incense, the Han soldiers carried the ladder to the city wall of Guangzong and built the ladder under the condition of losing hundreds of people. Near the ladder, every ten shield bearers formed a shield array to cover the robes coming from behind.

When a shield array was crowded with robes, a Han sergeant climbed quickly with a sword in his mouth, dodging the sandalwood and rolling stones thrown from the city from time to time.

In the screams, the Han soldiers were either smashed down halfway or climbed to the women's wall and were killed by the Yellow Turban soldiers on the head of the city, and the corpses were smashed down the city.

Half an hour later, seeing that the Han soldiers had lost nearly a thousand corpses without the slightest success, Zhonglang couldn't help but withdraw Huangfu Song back to the camp.

In the camp, Huangfu Song, who had just returned, convened everyone to raise their accounts, "Guangzong City is located in the center of the Huangzhang Two Rivers, in the past, in order to resist the flooding of the Huangzhang Two Rivers, the imperial court specially built a thick wall and a high city. Now, what is in front of you is how to reduce the number of troops to take Guangzong City, and what good strategies do you have? ”

Suddenly, there was silence in the big tent. A Han military captain said loudly, "My lord, why don't you dig the embankment of the Huangzhang and Zhangzhou rivers, divert large water for irrigation, and impact the city wall built by Guangzong's rammed earth." ”

"This move is not appropriate," said Cao Cao, the cavalry captain who was not good-looking and frowned, "not to mention digging the Huangzhang River for irrigation, could it be that the Yellow Turban Tiangong General who was guarding the city did not calculate this step and then make preparations; Secondly, when the two rivers of Huangzhang were dug, the people of the two rivers of Huangzhang and the innocent people trapped in Guangzong City were damaged. Third, it takes time, money, food and effort to control the floods of the Yellow River. ”

At that moment, there was a silence in the tent. In the middle of the sound, the sect member of the Wuhuan Zhonglang said, "Since this method does not work, and it is impossible to attack by force, outwit it, Zhang Jiao is not a fuel-efficient lamp, I am afraid that stealing chickens will not make rice, it seems that it can only be besieged but not attacked, and the grain and grass in Zhangjiao in Guangzong City will be consumed." ”

"No," Huangfu Song refused without thinking about it, "besieging and attacking one way is really a good strategy, not to mention how effective it is, Your Majesty alone will not agree." Huangfu Song inspected the scene, "Nearly 100,000 troops, sent troops to fight for more than half a year, the treasury grain, grass, gold and silver are not much left, and then let us and others waste it, it is difficult to ensure that Your Majesty will not bear to cut his love and give Jizhou to the Yellow Turban Rebellion." At that time, the Yellow Turban Rebellion that has stabilized its foothold will have a sharper offensive than this time, and the troops and grain consumed by the imperial court will be consumed even more. Therefore, the general must capture the Yellow Turban within two months, wave his troops north, and pacify Zhang Bao's remaining 100,000 troops.

"Lord Zhonglang," Guan Yu, who was standing at the corner of the camp, said in a loud voice as everyone turned heads and ears, "Since a frontal attack is not possible, it is better to dig a passage from the ground, send a team of elites, and open the gate of Guangzong City at night to welcome the army into the city." ”

"Dig the tunnel," Huangfu Song twisted the three inches of black beard under his chin, his thick eyebrows frowned, to be honest, he had also thought about the way to dig a passage. However, after digging through the passage, how to open the city gate is a big problem, not to mention that there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the city, and the four gates of the southeast, northwest, and northwest alone, the number of troops is not less than 50,000. Send a team of elite soldiers and horses to take the city gate, can you hold out until the army arrives to help?

At that moment, Huangfu Song sighed and raised his hand, and the generals in the tent retreated one after another to Huangfu Song. Inside the tent, Huangfu Song was silent on the map in the big tent, and a pair of eagle-like eyes showed a ruthless color.

Guangzong County Ya, Tiangong General Zhang Jiao, Rengong General Zhang Liang, Qu Shuai Zhang Niujiao, Chu Yan, Wan Bing and others gathered together. In the main hall of the county government, Zhang Jiao, who was over the age of sixtieth year, looked around and said slowly, "In today's battle, all of you here have seen the methods of the Han army's lieutenant general Huangfu Song, and the former Han army's lieutenant general Lu Zhi is afraid that the two are on par, let's talk about it, what is the way to force Huangfu Song back." ”

"Why, dumb," Zhang Jiao's bright eyes swept over Qu Shuai who was present, and anger hung on his face, "It's not that everyone looks down on the Han generals, patting his chest and saying that he can kill the Han army by leading a side of soldiers and horses." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Jiao couldn't take a breath, his face turned red, his chest rose and fell sharply, and his mouth coughed incessantly, making his gray beard tremble. At that moment, all the Qu Shuai in the main hall hurriedly got up and hurriedly ran to Zhang Jiao's side, "Master, are you okay?" ”

"I can't die yet," Zhang Jiao pushed everyone away, calmed down a little, and looked at everyone in the hall, "Since there is no way, let's go down first!" ”

"Yes, master," everyone in the hall said.

After everyone retreated, when Zhang Jiao turned around, a stream of red blood spurted out of his mouth, and Zhang Jiao's cheeks began to distort.

"Good teacher," several Yellow Turban wrestlers standing on the side hurriedly supported Zhang Jiao and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Zhang Jiao shook his head, signaled that they were fine, and stroked his chest with one hand, "Yesterday, I spied on the heavenly machine, in order to guide the Taiping Heavenly Army, I was accidentally attacked by the heavenly machine, just recuperate for a few days, don't spread it." ”

"I'll obey the order," several Yellow Turban wrestlers looked at Zhang Jiao with fanatical eyes and gratitude. In Zhang Jiao's relieved gaze, several Yellow Turban wrestlers were sent by him to guard the gate and not let anyone in.