"Ding-" This is the sound of weapons striking.

"Poof—" This is the sound of a spear piercing a wooden shield.

"Snort-" This is the sound of a blade piercing through a fleshy body.

"Ah......h

"Bang!" It was the sound of a still warm corpse falling from the city wall and slamming it on the ground below.

At this moment, the western section of the city wall of Guangzong has become the most tragic hell on earth in the world, and for their respective beliefs, the soldiers of the infantry battalion of the Northern Army and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban of Guangzong are fighting to the death here. Compared with the tragic scene at this moment, the battles faced by the Yellow Turban Army in the past few times seemed to be child's play.

[……]

Standing on the city tower always has to command the battle, Zhang Huang's mood is very complicated.

Remember, the purpose of his initial joining the Taiping Dao and the Yellow Turban Army was just to take advantage of the situation, in order to facilitate revenge on the Fifth Gong Yuan in the future, therefore, it stands to reason that the Yellow Turban Army should just be a tool for Zhang Huang's revenge, but for some reason, seeing those Yellow Turban soldiers desperately defending their own defense lines, and pulling the infantry of the Northern Army on the opposite side to Huangquan at the cost of their own lives, Zhang Huang's heart couldn't help but be tightened, and a heavy sense of stagnation that was different from the coercion of the strong was heavily enveloped in his heart.

Zhang Huang couldn't remember them at all, and he couldn't even remember their appearances, but it was this group of heroic Yellow Turban Army warriors who rushed to the front line of the battlefield at this time, treating his orders as iron laws, fighting to the death, even if they paid for it.

"Casualties...... Geometry? ”

Zhang Huang suddenly opened his mouth and asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

It was Yang Feng who assisted Zhang Huang in surveying the battlefield situation, because Guo Tai and Zhang Yan, the two "generals" who were deeply appreciated and trusted by Zhang Huang, supervised the battle at both ends of the west city wall respectively, after all, Zhang Huang alone may ignore the unexpected situation on the battlefield, and at this time. Guo Tai and Zhang Yan can order the Yellow Turban generals in their respective areas in the name of "Commander and Deputy General".

"Huh? …… Belch? Yang Feng suddenly raised his head when he heard this, and at this time he was sitting on the table and painstakingly recording the oral messages transmitted from time to time by the generals in charge of various sections, probably mainly based on the casualties of the enemy and us, so as to facilitate the commander to know the battle situation at any time, and to facilitate the addition of reinforcements.

"Back to ...... Back to Xiaotianshi, our army has more than 6,000 wounded, and it is estimated that more than 3,700 soldiers have fallen in battle......"

After some calculations, Yang Feng hurriedly asked.

[Over 6,000?] Three thousand seven hundred? ]

Zhang Huang's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly when he heard this, and he was upset for a while. Because this means that at least 3,700 brothers of the Yellow Turban Army who once called him the Little Heavenly Master with a smile on their faces have closed their eyes forever, and they no longer know what the cold and heat are, nor can they see the rising sun tomorrow.

"What about the Northern Army?" Zhang Huang asked expressionlessly, his hand pinching the polished stone bricks on the city wall, pinching the ten knuckles of the ground and turning white without knowing it.

"More than two thousand ......" may have sensed something, and Yang Feng's tone of reply was very light, as if he was afraid that Zhang Huang would be furious after learning about this casualty ratio.

Yes, furious. The premise is to change the battlefield.

Zhang Huang does not necessarily understand the art of war explained in the military books such as "ten sieges, five attacks, and multiple points", but he knows that he can attack the city. Almost all of the besieging side suffered large losses, and the most terrifying casualty ratio could even reach 1 to 10, but at the moment, the Yellow Turban Army defending the city did not exchange the life of a soldier for the lives of ten Northern infantrymen. They can't even do one-for-one. According to the number given by Yang Feng, the final ratio turned out to be three for one, almost three Yellow Turban soldiers defending the city. can be exchanged for the life of a soldier of the Northern Army of the besieging side, and the proportion of battle losses is completely reversed.

Terror......

Terrible!

This was Zhang Huang's first reaction after drawing a conclusion, he was indeed frightened by the terrifying combat power of the Northern Army. You must know that the Northern Army only dispatched two battalions, the infantry battalion and the shooting sound battalion, with less than 10,000 people, and the rest of the Tun Cavalry Battalion, Changshui Battalion, and Yue Cavalry Battalion are only eyeing the city wall for the time being because they are cavalry; On the other hand, on the side of Guangzong's Yellow Turban, Zhang Huang mobilized 30,000 soldiers in one go.

Obviously it is the side defending the city, and it obviously has an absolute advantage in numbers, but the final result is only on par with the Northern Army, like this, how can the Northern Army, which has strong and terrifying combat effectiveness, not shock Zhang Huang, how not to make him afraid?

[No wonder even Uncle Dong has to find a way to "clear" the Northern Army......]

At this moment, Zhang Huang finally understood Dong Zhuo and Li Ru's thoughts.

Regarding this point, Zhang Huang knew very well that Dong Zhuo and Li Ru did not help him for free, to put it bluntly, Dong Zhuo and Li Ru just thought that they could not control the powerful force of the Northern Army, which was difficult to grasp, and did not want to be hindered by this powerful army when he was plotting in the future, so he took advantage of the current God-given opportunity to take the lead in eradicating the Northern Army by Zhang Huang and the hands of the Yellow Turban of Guangzong under his command, and at the worst they were going to cripple it. After all, Dong Zhuo has always had the ambition to take charge of the imperial court, and he is eager to taste the position of "under one person and above ten thousand".

Time slowly faded away, along with the lives of the soldiers on both sides on the battlefield.

Gradually, the gap between the casualties of the two armies became wider and wider, and the casualty ratio between the Yellow Turban soldiers and the infantry of the Northern Army gradually moved from three to one at first, and gradually moved closer to four to one, and soon reached five to one.

This is due to the rotation.

Because of the absolute superiority in numbers, Zhang Huang naturally would not be stupid enough to send the 30,000 soldiers to fight the infantry of the Northern Army on the opposite side until he was old, and every half an hour, he would order the gradual replacement of the defenders on the city wall to ensure that every Yellow Turban soldier on the city wall had sufficient physical fitness, which was called rotation. After all, in the case that the individual soldiers are far inferior to the other party, if the physical fitness of the soldiers cannot be guaranteed, then the walls of Guangzong City will be conquered by the infantry of the Northern Army sooner or later.

But there are also problems with rotation, because except for the original almost 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers who were originally in Pingxiang, the rest of the replacement are all recruits temporarily recruited by Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Bao after learning of Zhang Huang's petition, although they have undergone a series of intensive training by the generals deployed under Zhang Huang, but they are still not veterans who can play well on the battlefield. Or use your body to resist the flesh and blood walls of the other party's attack on the wall.

Listening to the recruits who had not been trained for a long time screaming and falling off the city wall one by one, Zhang Huang's heart was extremely heavy, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, after all, it was he who gave the order to the Yellow Turban recruits who regarded his words as an iron law to defend the city wall. In the face of the indestructible siege momentum of the infantry of the Northern Army, Zhang Huang's order was tantamount to letting those recruits go to their deaths.

But Zhang Huang had no choice, because he knew very well that the only advantage of his Yellow Turban Army was the crowd tactics, which consumed the physical strength of the infantry of the Northern Army at the cost of sacrificing several times or even dozens of times the lives of the soldiers. so that they can finally be killed.

Zhang Huang understands this truth, but human life is not a simple calculation, you must know that the "one" in those calculations represents a living life, a veteran who looks at Zhang Huang with a smile and a smile, or a timid recruit who is shy and does not dare to raise his head and only dares to look at Zhang Huang from afar.

"Boom!"

In the stunned gaze of the Yellow Turban soldiers in the city tower, Zhang Huang suddenly pulled out the sword in the hand of the guard beside him.

But just as he was about to make a difference with his sword, he suddenly heard a deep voice beside him.

"It's easier for me to kill those Northern infantrymen. In that case, why not go into battle yourself? Killing one Northern infantry would keep at least three or five brethren alive...... Do you think so? I don't know when, Yan Lei, pretended to be by the general Zhang Liang, has come to Zhang Huang's side. While quietly blocking Zhang Huang's way, he asked slowly in a low tone.

"......" Zhang Huang opened his mouth in some astonishment, because at this moment his mind was completely seen through by Zhang Liang.

"In fact, thinking like yours is a fallacy." Glancing at Zhang Huang. Zhang Liang once again set his eyes on the battlefield and said calmly, "Handsome." It is the soul of an army! It's the same as the military flag! …… If there is a difference, there is only one thing, the flag is a dead thing, and the commander is a living thing. …… As you think, it's a brave man at best, but you leave aside the duties you really have to perform. ”

"What duties must be fulfilled? …… What is that? Zhang Huang looked at Zhang Liang in surprise.

"......" Zhang Liang didn't answer directly, and after staring at the battlefield for a while, he said slowly, "The handsome generals, the soldiers, the soldiers bravely kill the enemy!" ”

Zhang Huang was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking for a while, he realized what Zhang Liang meant, the latter was reminding him that the duty of a general is to "general", that is, to order and command soldiers, and to kill the enemy bravely, that should be the duty of soldiers.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huang frowned and asked, "Handsome generals, don't kill the enemy?!" He asked Zhang Liang rhetorically, can't the general go into battle to kill the enemy in person?

As if noticing the displeasure in Zhang Huang's words, Zhang Liang smiled faintly and continued without turning a blind eye, "First generals, then think about others." did not try to be a general, and killed the enemy with his own strength...... Are you a soldier? Handsome? ”

Zhang Huang was slightly stunned when he heard this, because Zhang Liang made it clear in his words: You still have to perform your duties as a general first and then think about other things, you can't even do your own job well, and try to redeem your disadvantages with your own strength, are you a commander or a soldier?

"But ......"

Seeing that Zhang Huang still couldn't figure it out, Zhang Liang shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "At present, I have 150,000 soldiers in Guangzong, but there is only one commander. And if the commander can motivate the soldiers, make the soldiers forget their lives to fight, and one person should be used for two, then our army will have 300,000 troops and one commander. …… 150,000 or 300,000, which is more important? ”

"......" Zhang Huang opened his mouth, speechless, but also convinced.

Although Zhang Liang's words are idealized, it is undeniable that the truth he told is accurate, the 150,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in Guangzong City, even if Zhang Huang is added, is only 150,000 and one, and it does not play an obvious role in the battle situation at all. Big joke!

On the other hand, if Zhang Huang can fulfill his duties as a commander and inspire the morale and fighting spirit of his soldiers, then the 150,000 Yellow Turban soldiers will break out, far more powerful than ten Zhang Huang and 100 Zhang Huang.

Zhang Huang originally understood this truth, but the so-called understanding is not the same as comprehension, if it were not for Zhang Liang's reminder. I'm afraid he won't be able to wake up yet.

[This guy ......]

Zhang Huang glanced at Zhang Liang, the general who pretended to be Yan Lei, with a strange face, casually handed the sword in his hand to the guards, and then silently walked to the war drums placed on the city wall, rolled up his sleeves, held the drumsticks, and struck them heavily.

At this scene, many of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall were dumbfounded.

[Little Celestial Master...... Lectured? ]

[Who is that general?] ]

[Good...... It's amazing! ]

The Yellow Turban soldiers looked at each other, and invariably looked at Zhang Liang with strange eyes, after all, in Zhang Huang's growing popularity, the people in the Yellow Turban Army who can preach Zhang Huang are able to preach Zhang Huang. All of them add up to no more than one hand, and this time, a subordinate general dares to preach the little heavenly master?

"It seems to be General Yan Lei......"

"Well, it's General Yan Lei......"

After some whispering, the eyes of the nearby Yellow Turbans looking at Zhang Liang were full of admiration, believing that after this battle, Yan Lei, one of the eight generals of the Yellow Turbans of Pingxiang, this name will resound throughout the Guangzong Yellow Turban.

In this regard, Zhang Liang's expression was still calm. But if you look closely, I believe it is not difficult to see his slightly furrowed brows and a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

[Oh no, seeing that the kid was confused, he mentioned a few words to him, which seemed to make the kid aware ......]

recalled the strange look on his face when Zhang Huang looked at him before leaving. Zhang Liang sighed inaudibly, feeling a little weak for some reason.

At this time, Zhang Huang didn't have time to think about the weirdness of this "Yan Lei", and beat the war drum unexpectedly. The sound of drums envelops the entire battlefield.

"Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock! ”

On the city wall not far away, Zhang Huang's deputy general Zhang Yan couldn't help frowning when he heard the sound of war drums, after all, when the two armies were fighting. The war drums are not casually beaten, they are generally used as a means to motivate the morale of the soldiers when they are in contact with the enemy army or when the whole army is attacking, and this will, Guangzong Yellow Turban is obviously still in a stalemate with the infantry of the Northern Army, and it is not easy to say who is more superior.

"Who is so ignorant of the rules?!"

Zhang Yan asked angrily.

Seeing that Zhang Yan, the deputy general of the coach, was angry, a Yellow Turban soldier immediately went to the city tower to investigate, and after a while, he told Zhang Yan the truth in surprise and disbelief.

"Yes...... It's the Little Heavenly Master! It's the little heavenly master who is beating the drum himself! ”

"What?" Zhang Yan was moved by what he said, his quick mind rolled his eyes, and he immediately raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, can you hear the sound of war drums from the direction of the city tower?" That's the little heavenly master...... It was the little heavenly master who personally cheered us on! ”

The nearby soldiers were stunned when they heard this, but Zhang Yan believed that in the next breath, his own soldiers would burst into an unimaginable shout.

He guessed correctly, but he also guessed wrong, because the Yellow Turban sergeant on the city wall of Guangzong did burst into a deafening cry of joy, but the first sound did not sound from his side, but on the other side, near the section of the city wall that Guo Tai, another commander's lieutenant, was in charge of.

But in the next breath, the Yellow Turban soldiers on Zhang Yan's side also reacted, raised their arms and shouted, and let out a cry of joy like a roar.

It's a pity that for some reason Zhang Yan has a kind of regret and consternation in her heart as if she was defeated.

[The guy...... How can it be faster than me? Could it be because of the speed of the soldiers' footsteps? Or is it ...... That guy guessed the little celestial master himself who was beating the drum in the first place? ]

"Guo Tai ......" Zhang Yan turned his head to look at the direction of the section of the city wall that Guo Tai was responsible for, muttering in his mouth, at first I heard that Guo Tai and the coach Zhang Huang have a tacit understanding, which can be called a heart, he Zhang Yan was not very convinced at first, but the scene in front of him made him have to believe it, after all, Guo Tai is indeed one step ahead of him. You know, in many cases, this step means leading, and one step ahead, one step ahead.

No, Zhang Yan heard Guo Tai's loud voice with black lines on his head.

"Brothers! There is a little heavenly master who personally beats the drum and cheers for us, are you still afraid of the dog thieves of the Northern Army? Counterattack! Kill all the Northern Army dogs! ”

"Oh oh!!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers of that section of the city wall broke out again with a deafening shout, and their morale exploded instantly.

"......" Zhang Yan smacked his lips helplessly, if Guo Tai didn't shout, he would be happy to shout such a voice, but since Guo Tai has already shouted, he is embarrassed to be cheeky and pick up people's teeth, which is related to his self-esteem.

"Kill!!" In the end, Zhang Yan only spit out such a word in her mouth.

But then again, at the moment when Zhang Huang was beating the drum himself, no matter what Zhang Yan said, it could ignite the morale of the soldiers.

No, nearly 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall changed their previous weakness after seeing the terrifying strength of the Northern Army, and they showed a rare overwhelming momentum and held the city wall to the death. If it is said that the infantry battalion of the Northern Army was able to kill the city wall before, then now, those soldiers of the Northern Army will be killed by the Yellow Turban soldiers who have not even set foot on the city wall. Even, some fanatical Yellow Turban soldiers saw the enemy soldiers stepping on the battlements, and they didn't care for their own lives, ran headlong, hugged each other's waists, and fell to the city together, and fell to their deaths together.

Tens of thousands of corpses were piled up under the city of Guangzong, piled higher and higher, people pressed people, people overwhelmed people, and in the end, the infantry battalions of the Northern Army no longer even needed to use ladders, they only needed to step on the corpses to climb the city wall on foot. Of course, the premise is that they can hold the disadvantage in front of the demoralized Yellow Turban soldiers.

"How...... What's going on?! ”

Shocked to see such a change, Liu Jiang, the infantry captain of the Northern Army who commanded the battle on the front line, changed his face greatly.

At the same time, Dong Zhuo and Li Ru, who were watching the battle near the main formation of the Northern Army, also showed a little surprise in their eyes, and after glancing at each other, they secretly smiled tacitly.

[Northern Army Infantry Battalion?] Tomorrow is gone! (To be continued......)