Zhou Cang spread his arms and signaled the Yellow Turban soldiers behind him to stop the noise, and suddenly, the crowd behind him all closed their mouths. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I only heard a sound like a broken gong from the crowd, and an old man who was nearly half a hundred years old walked out tremblingly on crutches, squinting his eyes and looking towards Changshe City.

"My lord, why don't you fight, my sword is low, my blood is burning, my fighting spirit is high!"

Zhou Cang clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice, at first glance, he was imitating Zhu Jun's tone.

"Although we have received the emperor's favor, we have not yet enjoyed the glory and wealth of this world, life is short, my lord!" The old man stroked his gray beard, squinted his eyes and said quietly.

"But, my lord, eat the king's fortune, bear the king's worries!"

Zhou Cang frowned slightly, and said puzzledly, and at the same time, the corner of his eye glanced at Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun on the wall of Changshe, and said meaningfully: "Now, yellow thieves are everywhere, lives are ruined, and heaven and earth are also sad!" ”

"Oh, my lord, the breeze is bright and the moon is clear, the breeze is gentle, why do you say such depressing words, besides, the food king's Lu is not thick!"

Hearing Zhou Cang and other Yellow Turban bandits laughing and mocking themselves like this, Huangfu Song's face was gloomy and terrifying, and Zhu Jun on the side flashed a sharp glint in his eyes, and the air seemed to be a few degrees cold.

Sun Jian walked quickly to the battlement, snatched the bows and arrows from the soldiers, and aimed them at Zhou Cang's position.

Unfortunately, the distance was a bit far, Sun Jian's left hand was loosened, and with a "whoosh", the sharp arrow crossed an arc in the dark night.

"Bang!" After a muffled sound, the sharp arrow sank into the ground in front of Zhou Cang.

Suddenly, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, Zhou Cang and the group of yellow turban soldiers behind him boiled.

"Huangfu Song, bastard, what is a cold gun and a hidden arrow?"

"It's a man's, let's go down and fight it alone!"

。。。

Zhou Cang saw that Huangfu Song was like a rock and did not move, and he was at a loss for a while, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh, it seems that Huangfu Song is indeed a character.

After a while, Bo Cai said softly: "Pass the order, the army will set up camp, and tomorrow the drums will beat together, and attack the city!" ”

Pei Yuanji immediately ran to the right side of the Yellow Turban Army, and after a while, a dull drum sounded, "Bang! Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

Only then did Zhou Cang beckon, and he walked into the team with the Yellow Turban believers around him, and the drum beat was long, drifting into the distance.

Every other infantry phalanx of the Yellow Turban Legion would hear a burst of "Knock knock!" Naturally, the Yellow Turban soldiers began to gather towards the city gate in an orderly manner.

Zhu Jun was unwilling, he slammed his hands on the wall, his eyes widened angrily, and his voice was distorted because of anger: "General, this is an insult to me." ”

Zhu Jun paused, and said in a deep voice: "I want to go to war, I was so insulted by that damn Yellow Turban bandit, my face is gone, rather than living like this, it is better to go out and fight, even if I die." ”

Sun Jian, who was on the side, clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice: "My lord, the last general is not talented, and I am willing to lead the recruited volunteers to go out of the city to face the battle." ”

"Wentai, Gongwei, please don't be impatient, in troubled times, what is personal honor and disgrace?"

Huangfu Song sighed, turned sideways, looked at the capital Luoyang behind him, and said softly: "Think about it, we are the last barrier in Luoyang, if we all die here, what will the emperor do?" What about the big man? ”

Unconsciously, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Huangfu Song's eyes, and he said quietly: "It is easy to die generously, but it is difficult to save the society." ”

At this time, Qin Zhong's sentence "If you make a small profit, why bother wearing clothes!" "It has been echoing in Huangfu Song's heart for a long time, and he has long looked down on fame and fortune when he is old, and he is not so enthusiastic!

Zhu Jun and Sun Jian beside them were stunned when they heard this, they really didn't think about it so much, they just wanted to fight to the death.

Only against the Bocai Golden Army, which is facing a sea of people, what are their chances of winning?

Tears were flashing in Huangfu Song's eyes, and his right hand clenched the saber at his waist, why didn't he want to fight to the death with Zhou Cang and the Yellow Turban Army below.

It's just that behind Huangfu Song is the capital Luoyang, and the shoulders on his body are the safety of the Han Dynasty, and the personal honor and disgrace are really nothing!

The Yellow Turban soldiers disappeared from sight like ghosts, and only the red bonfires still silently recounted the story they had just had.

Huangfu Song took a deep breath and said softly: "Pass it on, the soldiers take turns to rest, and after the third watch, all the preparations are ready, bows and arrows, rolling stones, etc. are all ready." ”

When Zhu Jun heard this, he was shocked in his heart, could it be that the Yellow Turban soldiers would come to attack the city in the middle of the night?

However, so far no ladders, siege vehicles, battering rams and other equipment have been found, and of course, he did not believe that the Yellow Turban Legion of Bocai would have such complete equipment.

Otherwise, there would be no need for Bocai to go to great lengths to choreograph such an unbearable drama of ridicule to anger them.

The Yellow Turban soldiers did not go far, they set up camp ten miles away from the Changshe, there were not many tents, Zhou Cang and their Qu Shuai naturally organized some Yellow Turban believers to go behind them and cut down some trees and come back.

Some of the Yellow Turban believers began to bury the pot and cook, and after a day of exhaustion, it was as if they had fallen apart.

After a while, the smoke curled and dispersed, occasionally mixed with the accents of Yuzhou, Gunzhou, Dongjun and other places.

For most of the Yellow Turban believers, the sunrise and the rest of the day are their life, and they are not interested in the battle of dancing with knives and guns, and even disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhu Jun clasped his fists with both hands and said in a deep voice to Huangfu Song: "Old general, you go back and rest first, for a while, the Yellow Turban bandits might as well attack rashly." ”

Huangfu Song seems to have aged a lot overnight, and in his eyes, the Yellow Turban Army is a heinous demon, and he must be severely punished to set an example!

The soldiers on the side immediately walked over quickly, Huangfu Song waved his hand, and said loudly: "I haven't grown old yet, in this life, I am willing to spill the blood of the Han Dynasty!" ”

Huangfu Song's words were loud, and both Zhu Jun and Sun Jian watched him slowly walk down the steps with solemn expressions.

Zhu Jun and Sun Jian stood there like stone pillars, and for a long time, there was a sigh in the night.

Huangfu Song returned to the county office, and another group of Sima ushered in, among which the protector Sima Fu Xie clasped his hands into fists and said in a deep voice: "My lord, how is the situation outside?" ”