June 182 A.D

With the order issued by Sun Ling of the Chinese army, Guangzong City was like a lonely boat in a storm at this time, and there were Han troops lined up on all sides of the city gate.

The Great War is coming, and the entire battlefield, whether it is the Han Army or the Yellow Turban, is frighteningly quiet, this is a final decisive battle, either death or surrender to the death. The tragic pre-war atmosphere made the vigilance of the soldiers on both sides continue to rise.

"Is it finally here? No matter what Yan'er did in this battle, she promised her father-in-law that she must live well. Zhang Niujiao stood on the city wall, looking at the phalanx of the Badao Camp below, sweat stains dripping from his fingertips, and said to Zhang Yan beside him.

The East Gate Keeper, Zhang Niujiao. Facing the most elite soldiers of the Han army and the Chinese army waiting for the city gate to break through and charge forward, the Badao Battalion!

The pressure on Zhang Niujiao is undoubtedly enormous. Among the four city gates, the east gate pressed nearly 40,000 Yellow Turban troops, and he did not dare to guarantee that the other three gates would be able to withstand the fierce attack of the Han army.

"Father-in-law, rest assured, it is not so easy for the Han army to break through this Guangzong City!" Zhang Yan was looking at the Sun "word" general flag with hot eyes at this time, and after hearing Zhang Niujiao's words, he was slightly stunned, and then said in a stiff tone.

Isn't it that easy? Zhang Niujiao is not as optimistic as Zhang Yan. Looking at the posture of the Han army, today it is clear that it is a decisive battle that is either a city break or a battle to the death. After a few days of recuperation, although General Tiangong's health has improved, his face is full of disgrace and anger, and he feels worried when he looks at it, not to mention those soldiers whose morale is not high?

"Ahem. Zhang Yan is right, how can it be so easy to break this Guangzong City, and today he will definitely let these Han soldiers under the city bury their bones here. ”

When the words came, Zhang Jiao covered the corners of his mouth with one hand and coughed violently, and with the support of his own soldiers, he staggered to the two of them.

"The general should have a good rest, I am waiting here here, the general can rest assured." Seeing Zhang Jiao dragging his long-ill body to the city, Zhang Niujiao hurriedly persuaded him.

Pushing away the support of the guards, Zhang Jiao did not say anything when he heard Zhang Niujiao's persuasion, but put his hands on the battlements, looking at the imposing Han army below and the Badao battalion where the general flag behind him was.

"Sun Ling is over there, how can you let me recuperate with peace of mind? The second brother, the third brother's heroic spirit comes to me to cry every late at night, how can you make me feel at ease?! Like a vicious wolf who chooses people to eat, Zhang Jiao's face was hideous, and his eyes that were almost dripping blood suddenly turned his head to look at the people beside him, and roared in a dumb voice.

Looking at Zhang Jiao, who was obviously in a daze in front of him, everyone around him had mixed feelings. Zhang Niujiao thought that the original aspiring Tiangong General no longer existed, and the rest of the generals had their own ghosts, thinking about whether it was time to leave a way back.

Zhang Jiao was going crazy at the head of the city, and Sun Ling was snickering under the city wall. If you want to ask why you are snickering, you have to start with Cao Ying and Liu Bei. When Sun Ling went to find Huangfu Song a few days ago, from the dispute between the two young generals, it can be seen that the contradictions between the two have begun to emerge.

Just yesterday, the conflict finally broke out, and it turned from a verbal quarrel to a direct attack. Because the young general sent by Liu Bei was repeatedly defeated and fought, Cao Ying's men couldn't bear it, and finally beat the young general hard, and the beaten young general went back to Zhang Fei to cry.

When the hot-tempered Zhang Fei heard that Cao Ying's subordinates had beaten up his own people, how could he give up? In this way, Zhang Fei and a few people broke into Cao Ying's camp and swept all the generals through, and even Cao Ying himself was beaten to the ground.

The aggrieved Cao Ying couldn't lead his troops to take Zhang Fei, because it was a mutiny, Cao Ying didn't have the courage, he really had no move, so he could only go to Huangfu Song to cry. At that time, Sun Ling happened to be discussing the siege with the generals, and when he saw Cao Ying's appearance, he wanted to laugh but kept holding back, but he almost got sick afterwards.

In the end, Sun Ling was sentenced that because of Cao Ying's connivance with his junior generals, Liu Bei lacked control over Zhang Fei, and the two were each fined 50 military sticks. As a result, Cao Ying and Liu Bei were beaten enough, but the young general and Zhang Fei were unexpectedly fine, which made everyone amazed.

No matter what, the enmity between Cao Ying and Liu Bei is settled. As soon as he saw Cao Ying's black face being beaten into that appearance by Zhang Fei, Sun Ling couldn't help but be happy.

In this siege, in addition to the Badao battalion, Sun Ling also had 20,000 elite Han troops transferred by Huangfu Song, and it happened that Cao Ying and Liu Bei were among the 20,000 people. Sun Ling was also stunned for a while when Huang Fu Song arranged the two under his own banner, and he naturally didn't know that this was Huang Fu Song's intentional arrangement.

"Whoever goes up to call the formation, let Zhang Jiao come out, and see if he wants to fight the generals first or attack the city directly." Sun Ling in the Chinese army was secretly happy for a while, looking at the scene was really quiet, boring his ears, and shouted at the front army.

Sun Ling didn't know whether Zhang Jiao was in the city or not. If Zhang Jiao is not there, there will be nowhere to use the trick he has come up with, and of course he will have to let people find out first.

Listening to the orders of the Chinese generals, the front army was in a little commotion, and many generals seemed to be a little moved and wanted to come forward to call the battle. However, before anyone could come out, a thunderclap exploded on the ground: "Yanren, Zhang Yide is willing to go." As the words fell, Zhang Fei rode out of the formation with a Zhangba snake spear in his hand and headed under the city wall.

Zhang Fei's loud voice shook Sun Ling, who was plucking his ears, Nima! It's a pity that this kind of fierce general is Liu Bei's diehard. Looking at Zhang Fei, who was standing with a spear diagonally and domineering under the city wall, Sun Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The Yellow Turban thief army at the head of the city listened and told Zhang Jiao that the thief was an old man and that Zhang Fei was ordered by the hussar general to come to call for battle. Do you have the courage to fight first, or do you plan to wait for death at the head of the city? With a rough voice, Zhang Fei's voice floated between the two armies above and below the city.

Holy, did I say that? That's too radical, isn't it? But I like it! This Zhang Fei is really a good material to attract hatred, listening to Zhang Fei's own tampered with and shouting words, Sun Ling thought so.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to attack the city, let the horses come, don't take advantage of this tongue." Zhang Niujiao saw Zhang Jiao's face that was purple with anger, and hurriedly shouted at Zhang Fei below.

"Are you Zhang Jiao?" Zhang Fei asked.

"No, I'm the Yellow Turban General Zhang Niujiao. General Tiangong... ”

"It's not that Zhang Jiao, you thief old man replied, don't you think that if you have more cattle than that Zhang Jiao, you are more powerful? Hurry up and call Zhang Jiao out to reply! Before Zhang Niujiao finished speaking, Zhang Fei interrupted him with a spear pointing at the head of the city and scolded.

Listening to Zhang Fei's scolding, the Han army screamed, ready to rush up and capture the Guangzong City. On the other hand, the Yellow Turban soldiers at the head of the city were all depressed and had no will to fight.

"Lord, this Zhang Fei is really. . . Oh, hehe, it's informal. Xu Shu was also dumbfounded, and said with some tears and laughter.

"Yuan Zhi, you want to say that this person is really vulgar, right? I think this guy is just the right amount of vulgarity, right? Fengxiao, Zhicai! Of course Sun Ling knows what Xu Shu means, but having an effect is a good method, isn't it? Sun Ling looked at Guo Jia, who was admiring Zhang Fei's scolding on the street and nodding secretly, and said with a smile.

Sun Ling's question pulled the two back, and after glancing at each other, Guo Jia said to Xu Shu with a light smile: "Brother Yuan, treacherous, although Yang Mou is used in different ways, it is actually for the same goal, that is, to win against the enemy." If you look closely, you can see that the opponent's fighting spirit is now low, and our morale is high. Jia felt that General Zhang was thick and fine. ”

Guo Jia and others were talking and laughing, but the atmosphere in the city was frighteningly depressing. Zhang Niujiao was scolded by Zhang Fei for a while, and he was also so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, and he was panting heavily. Grabbed Zhang Yan, who was going to go down to face Zhang Fei, and took a slow breath, calming the anger in his heart.

Zhang Fei's scolding, Zhang Jiao heard it all. Looking at Zhang Niujiao, who was very angry, Zhang Yan, who intended to fight, and those soldiers who had no fighting spirit, held the battlements with trembling hands and poked their heads out.

"I'm Zhang Jiao, let Sun Ling come out and speak." Although the words are not so powerful, as the existence of the supreme commander of the Yellow Turban, the momentum is still there.

Seeing that Zhang Fei finally forced Zhang Jiao out, Sun Ling rode his horse from the Chinese army to the front of the battle. Looking up at the city, I saw an old man in a yellow brocade robe, staring at him with a hobby.

Is he Zhang Jiao? Looking at the old man at the head of the city who might fall at any time, although Sun Ling had some guesses, he felt a little hard to believe.

"I'm Sun Ling! How? Do you want to give your last words, or do you want to surrender the city? Oh, it's not too late! Holding the spear upside down, Sun Ling threw out a beautiful spear flower, the tip of the spear pointed directly at the city, and said with a light smile.

Staring closely at Sun Ling, who was dressed in silver armor under the city, exuding a awe-inspiring momentum, but was not timid in front of the battle, Zhang Jiao gritted his teeth with a "boom" sound. His beloved general, brother, and hegemony were destroyed by the people in front of him.

"If you dare to attack the city today, I will tell you to wait for the Han army to bury the bones here." Although Zhang Jiao hated Sun Ling, in order to defend Guangzong City, he also tried his best to save some morale at this time.

"Humph! Bury the bones here. Since I Sun Ling led the troops to quell the chaos, how many yellow scarves have been killed by the spear in my hand is difficult for me to calculate, so you are also worthy?! Didn't you forget the fate of Bo Cai, Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang and others? Sun Ling said with a sword eyebrow, and the disdain in his words was obvious.

"You... Zhang Jiao forcibly pressed the blood that was about to spurt out into his throat, and pointed at Sun Ling with his skinny, deadwood-like fingers, unable to speak.

"Do you still think that Guangzong City can escape this catastrophe today? It's ridiculous, Man Cheng led the army to surrender, and now only rely on those old, weak, sick and disabled yellow turbans in the city to defend this Guangzong City? Hahaha! Zhang Jiao, today in the coming year, I hope someone can remember you and put a pillar of incense on you! Sun Ling sat on top of the white dragon horse, stood with a gun, and said with a long smile.

"Sun Ling bullied me too much, the sky has no eyes!" Sun Ling's words struck Zhang Jiao like a hammer. Zhang Jiao pointed to the top of his head, looked at Sun Ling and said sadly.

"Wow... Burst! As soon as he finished speaking, the qi and blood in his body went up retrograde again, and a blood arrow spurted out of his mouth, and he stared at his eyes and fell straight down.

Looking at the dazzling red in the air, Sun Linggang's sarcastic voice when he wanted to open his mouth also stopped abruptly.

"General Tiangong 。。。。。" A mournful wail came from the top of the city.