Qin Zhong touched his chin and secretly wondered, it seemed that in addition to Bo Cai's nominal generosity, there was also a divine envoy who was manipulating these Yellow Turban believers behind the scenes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Think about it, a generous person has more than 10,000 people, but Bo Cai led more than 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers, and now it seems that the in-depth and elusive divine envoy can be regarded as a thorn.

Bo Cai pinned his hands behind his back, stared at the vanguard troops who came out of the station this time, and said solemnly: "Believers of Taiping Dao, today is very cruel, tomorrow is beautiful, let's fight for tomorrow, the Yellow Sky God bless you!" ”

Of course, the group of enthusiastic Yellow Turban Elite Loyal Army below didn't need to understand the meaning of Bo Cai's words, and they just needed to rush forward in one go.

At this time, all the Yellow Turban soldiers stretched out their left hands in front of their chests, and chanted words in their mouths.

As a modern person, Qin Zhong didn't hear it very clearly, after all, this is ancient Chinese, but the general meaning is to pray that the Yellow Heaven God can bless them with victory.

Of course, Qin Zhong also saw it for the first time, and before the battle, he still had to pray for God's blessing.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock knock! ”

The rhythm of the drums slowed down to the fastest, and the neat and high beat of the drums seemed to strike into the hearts of every Yellow Turban soldier.

Pei Yuanji brandished a long-handled knife and led the vanguard troops behind him to trot towards Changshe City with high morale.

"Brother Pei, little brother wishes you success and invincibility!"

Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were sandwiched between the yellow turban soldiers who were watching on the sidelines, Zhou Cang put his hands to his mouth and shouted loudly.

"Zhou Cang, just wait for me to come back triumphantly!"

Pei Yuanji danced the long-handled knife in his hand, rubbed the air and made the sound of hunting wind, he could become the chief commander, which was the glory of Bocai alone and above ten thousand people.

At this time, Pei Yuanji's dark starry eyes lit up with a fine light, and being able to command thousands of troops was every man's childhood dream.

With the sound of high drums echoing in his ears, Qin Zhong felt that the earth was trembling, and in front of him was a group of Yellow Turban believers with shovels, rakes, hoes and other agricultural tools, and they rushed towards the gate of Changshe with loud slogans.

Among the counties and county offices captured by the Yellow Turban believers all the way, Bo Cai ordered people to carefully collect all the bows and arrows, and during the rest of the Yellow Turban Legion, there were also skilled carpenters making ladders.

After the time of the two incense sticks, in a deafening shout of killing, a wave of yellow turban soldiers rushed to the gate of Changshe without fear of death.

At the same time, the cold wind brought the heavy and passionate drum sound into the ears of the defenders of Changshe Castle.

At the battlement, a Han soldier stroked his stiff thigh with his left hand, and looked solemnly at the dark bushes not far away.

The sergeant turned sideways to look at Luoyang behind him, and clenched the halberd in his hand with his right hand.

"Crackle!"

A nearby bonfire rang out coldly, and then a low sound of trumpets came from the mouth of the city wall.

Then, there was a noisy sound of footsteps, and Sun Jian and Zhu Jun came to the city wall with a large number of archers.

Under the red flame of the torches, Sun Jian and Zhu Jun could see the Yellow Turban soldiers coming all over the mountains, not in a line, not in a column, all the soldiers were scattered on their heads, and a piece of yellow cloth was conspicuously tied to their heads.

The Yellow Turban soldiers who charged into battle also held a variety of blades, including axes for chopping wood, kitchen knives for cooking, farm tools for going to the field, etc., and occasionally one or two people with regular weapons, it seems that they should all be small leaders of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With Zhu Jun's loud shout, the Han army archers on the city wall bent their bows and arrows, "Woo Woo! Suddenly, the arrows flew like raindrops towards the rushing Yellow Turban Army.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

In an instant, several Yellow Turban soldiers were hit by arrows in the chest, and they fell to the hard ground with a "plop".

One by one, the Yellow Turban soldiers went forward one after another, not caring about death at all, and one by one they opened their chests to embrace death.

Zhu Jun's pupils froze, and he stared coldly at the Yellow Turban soldiers who had not slowed down at all, and suddenly a log of two people hugging appeared in his sight, and the front had been sharpened.

On both sides of the pointed log were a group of Yellow Turban soldiers shouting slogans, and they carried the log to the city gate with the most primitive brute force, intending to use it to break open the gate of Changsha.

The defenders of Changshe City bent their bows and shot arrows, and wave after wave of arrows rained down on the Yellow Turban soldiers all over the mountains.

The Yellow Turban soldiers and even the defenders of Changshe are flesh and blood, looking at the rain of arrows in the sky, they will choose to leave under the instinct of seeking advantage and avoiding harm, but the Yellow Turban soldiers carrying logs did not panic in the slightest.

Zhu Jun and Sun Jian's eyes were immediately attracted by the group of Yellow Turban soldiers carrying logs, and a group of Yellow Turban soldiers beside them carried wooden planks of different sizes to effectively intercept the dense arrows.

At the same time, the Yellow Turban Elite Army wearing leather armor carried a cloud ladder and quickly approached Changshe City at lightning speed.

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed forward also had a small group of archers, although their accuracy was not good, but it really made the defenders on the city wall break out in a cold sweat.

After a moment of panic, the archers on the wall of the Changsha City were aimed at the Yellow Turban soldiers carrying the ladder.

"Whew! Shout! ”

Suddenly, the two Yellow Turban soldiers stumbled one by one, and after a brilliant blood flower splattered on their chests, they collapsed to the ground.

However, there will soon be other Yellow Turban soldiers to replace them, and in the end, after leaving behind the corpses of the Yellow Turban soldiers, they finally came to the foot of Changshe City.

Pei Yuanji took the lead and shouted: "The Yellow Turban is mighty, the Yellow Turban will win!" ”

The group of Yellow Turban soldiers behind him shouted, "Yellow Turbans are mighty!" One of them, a bearded man with a yellow scarf, had two arrows pierced through his chest.

"Poof!" With a sound, the man vomited a mouthful of blood on the yellow turban man in front of him, he did not fall, he still held the cloud ladder in front of him, and erected the cloud ladder on the wall of the long society.

At this time, there were already Yellow Turban soldiers biting the ring head knife in their mouths, and they climbed up to the top of the ladder.

The Yellow Turban soldiers behind him climbed up and went forward one after another, and suddenly, another arrow hit the Yellow Turban soldiers in front.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, the man fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Finally, the bearded man fell to the ground with a "plop" on his knees, his fire of life gradually extinguished, his eyes gradually dimmed, and at the moment he fell to the ground, he still wanted to shout "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand—"