Huangfu Song's tone was very cold, the soldier's body trembled, and he slowly spit out the truth, from the beginning of the hasty battle, to He Miao's escape, the soldiers scrambled to flee for their lives, and then the Yellow Turban completely occupied the north gate, word for word!

The color on Huangfu Song's face changed three times, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind, and turned his head and scolded!

"Bold, who are you pretending, daring to disturb the hearts of our army, you should be killed!"

"General, I'm not, I'm not."

The soldier was so frightened that he was incoherent, and hurriedly said.

"Hmph, quibble, if it's as you say, then how did you get out, huh! You are clearly a Yellow Turban spy, and you will die for Ben! ”

Before the soldier could defend himself, the long sword in Huangfu Song's hand cut off the soldier's head, his hand rose and fell, and his death was unknown.

"This person is the Yellow Turban Army pretending, the purpose is to disturb the hearts of our army, so as to take the opportunity to break through Luoyang, and now he has been ambushed, and all the soldiers should kill the enemy together with the general, defend Luoyang, and defend the Han!"

The soldiers who were a little shaken suddenly woke up when they heard Huangfu Song say this.

"I'll just say, I'm scared to death."

"I just want to quibble, damn it!"

"That's it, fortunately, the general saw through this person's plan."

"yes, it's good that the general has a good eye."

The soldiers let go of the burden in their hearts, only Huangfu Song was under great pressure, he knew that what the soldier said was true, but he couldn't help but kill him, otherwise the morale that he had gathered would definitely collapse again, and at that time he would really be powerless.

However, God seemed to be playing a joke on him today, and before he could reorganize the army to rescue, another soldier ran over, but he had an arrow stuck in his back and blood still spitting in his mouth.

"General, general, the west gate, the west gate is broken, the lord, the general will fight to the death and will not retreat, please, please help, help, rescue, save ······"

Finally, before he could finish speaking, he lost his life and died blindly.

But everyone heard it, and for a moment there was a deathly silence on the walls.

At this time, a fire suddenly broke out in Luoyang City, and then I saw many people wrapped in yellow scarves coming out with weapons.

"Look, General! Luoyang! ”

A sharp-eyed soldier saw the fire in Luoyang City and shouted.

Huangfu Song turned his head with difficulty, there was a flame burning in his pupils, it was Luoyang City, his ears heard someone screaming for help, he heard the "sonorous" sound of the soldiers, he saw the body of the Han army constantly falling, he saw Luoyang with rivers of blood.

At this time, the drums outside the eastern city were loud, which was the clarion call for the general attack of the Yellow Turban Army.

"General, it's no good, the dense yellow turban thieves under the city are here again."

Huangfu Song is really desperate, the Yellow Turban has become a big trend, Luoyang did not hold it after all, but this defeat is too fast, Huangfu Song has never encountered such a thing in his life.

But the general could only die on the battlefield, and Huangfu Song's eyes were hideous, and he simply yelled at everyone.

"Soldiers, the Yellow Turban is powerful, has broken through the four gates of the north, south and west, and now only our east gate is left, Ben will not be able to return to the sky, lead you to take the remaining four gates, keep Luoyang, for this time, Ben will only want to die on the battlefield, and the Yellow Turban thieves will die together, you soldiers, if you want to go home, leave as soon as possible, if you are willing to stay and kill the enemy with Ben General, then pick up your war knife, stand up your chest, and kill with Ben General!"

After Huangfu Song finished speaking, he no longer cared about anything, now he just wanted to die on the battlefield, lifted the sword in his hand, and rushed to the yellow scarf that landed in the city.

Behind him were the guards, who followed Huangfu Song without hesitation, and the surrounding soldiers looked at each other, and then one of the soldiers snorted at the ground and lifted the knife in his hand.

"Dead ball, kill!"

"Lao Tzu is alone, and the general counts me as one, kill!"

"Ha Luha, people are dead and birds are facing the sky, thieves are waiting for grandpa to kill!"

"Kill!"

It will be the courage of the soldiers, and the soldiers will be the might.

Huangfu Song put himself to death, wanting to repay the country with death, but he didn't want to infect almost all the Han army, they rushed to the Yellow Turban Army one after another, screaming, waving the weapons in their hands.

Of course, there are heroes and there are bad seeds, and there are many people who run down the city and to their homes in the midst of this chaos, throwing away their weapons, and they are faster than the soldiers who charge and kill the enemy.

However, what they don't know is that the road ahead is not a living road, but hell, Ma Yuanyi has led the Yellow Turban Army in Luoyang City to block their way, the Han soldiers who fled from the north, south and west were almost wiped out, and a few lucky people were captured alive or killed, and even He Miao was beheaded by Bo Cai, who caught up later.

He also kept spitting at the headless corpse, making the rest of the Yellow Turban Army amused, and Bu Ji was even more helpless against this main general.

Luoyang was lost on three sides, leaving only the east gate of Huangfu Song, and the last battle of the battle for the city wall began.

Ma Yuanyi, Zhang Mancheng, Zhao Hong, Sun Xia, Bo Cai, Bu Ji, Han Zhong, and Peng Tuobing began to sweep Luoyang City, and the General's Mansion, the Three Dukes' Mansion, and the dignitaries and so on were their targets.

However, before that, they still led the army to the east gate first, and Huangfu Song was still desperately resisting.

At the head of Dongcheng, Huangfu Song had lost an arm, his armor was shattered and connected to his body, and there were no soldiers under him, Zhang Jiao didn't know when Lu Dao had already climbed the city wall, looked at Huangfu Song, and was silent for a long time.

Zhang Jiao didn't know what kind of mood he should have, his Yellow Turban Warriors were almost crippled by the group of Han soldiers led by Huangfu Song in this battle, and suffered heavy casualties.

The moment he knew the Dao, he couldn't hold back any longer, regardless of the dissuasion to go to the top of the city, he wanted to see who was sacred, what kind of soldiers didn't have such combat power, but when he saw the scene in front of him, Zhang Jiao was silent.

This is not the Han soldiers he knows at all, these soldiers are still fighting even if they lose their weapons, they actually dare to fall down the city wall with the Yellow Turban wrestlers together, and fall to pieces, but they still have a smile on their faces.

Huangfu Song, an old general, was like a wall in front of the Yellow Turban Warriors, making them unable to advance an inch.

Huangfu Song is already dead, exhausted and died, but still did not fall, staring at the Yellow Turban Army, but all the people did not dare to go, the old general was completely desperate to fight, there was a Yellow Turban wrestler who exchanged his life for one of his arms, and then all the people surrounded Huang Fu Song and did not fight with him.

Finally, Zhang Jiao broke the silence.

"General Huangfu has returned to heaven, he is a hero! You are also heroes, surrender, I will not kill you. ”

The Yellow Turban wrestlers yelled at the few remaining Han soldiers, "Surrender!" Fall! Fall! The murderous spirit was so fierce that as long as the soldiers said a word, they would wave their knives and step forward to tear them apart.

The rest of the Yellow Turban Army also saw this scene, people's hearts are long, for these Han troops, they admired them in their hearts, if it were them, it was estimated that they would have been defeated a long time ago, how could they hold for so long.

Zhang Mancheng and other generals led their subordinates, they didn't speak, they were lucky to meet a bad general, otherwise they would all be like Huangfu Song, they would definitely still drink the northwest wind outside the city, for these Han soldiers, they also admired and appreciated.

Millions of yellow turbans surrounded Luoyang, and now that Luoyang City is broken, there are many yellow turban soldiers gathered here, and they can't help but shout when they look at these people.

"To descend or not to descend?"

"To descend or not to descend?"

"To descend or not to descend?"

"Roar!"

"To descend or not to descend?"

"To descend or not to descend?"

"To descend or not to descend?"

Suddenly, a man laughed.

"Hahaha, I'll send your mother, General Mo Laosan is here to accompany you!"

After that, the horizontal knife killed himself and fell in front of Huangfu Song.

"your grandma's yellow turban thief, I want Lao Tzu to surrender! No way! ”

"Ha Luha, General, we're looking for you!"

In an instant, all the Han soldiers who did not die raised the broken swords in their hands and ended their lives in the laughter of Da Lu.

The Yellow Turbans looked at this group of Han soldiers in disbelief, although they fell at their feet, but they were chilled in their hearts, especially Zhang Jiao, his heart was turbulent, if all the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were like this, then the Yellow Turbans could still win, Zhang Jiao didn't know what to say.

"Thick burial!"

After Zhang Jiao said this, he looked at the sky, the dawn was about to bring light, and a new day was coming.