Outside the city of Nanyang.

When the sun sets, the remnants of the sun are like blood, dyeing all the city walls red, and if you don't look carefully, you will really think that the city walls are full of blood. In fact, it is true that some of the walls have become pitted, and there is still dried blood on them, which has become dull, and then the sun continues to shine, and perhaps another rain, the entire city wall will be washed, and the traces of life will be completely gone.

Under the city wall, there are corpses left by the Yellow Turban Army everywhere, all of which were discarded by the Yellow Turban Army during their repeated attacks on Nanyang City, and no one even did the burial. At that time, everyone was disgusted that their father and mother gave birth to two legs for themselves, so how could anyone do the act of collecting the corpses of others and letting themselves die?

In troubled times, human life is like grass. Maybe in the eyes of others, the world has not yet been chaotic, but in the eyes of the Yellow Turban soldiers, the world has too much malice, which makes them numb. Whether it is the Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang or the Yellow Turban Army in other places, every day passes, there will be dozens or hundreds of corpses, either dying of disease, starvation, or fighting each other to death.

Death happens all the time, and their nerves have been touched I don't know how many times, from panic at the beginning, to confusion in the middle, to numbness at the end. Until the last thought left in my mind, which is to live, live, kill, kill the people who are going to stop them from living, rob, snatch everything they see, snatch what they can snatch.

However, at this moment, there is no longer any fighting spirit in the barracks of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, and some are only dead, lifeless. After months of fighting, they didn't know how many corpses were left under Nanyang City, and some people had climbed to the head of Nanyang City, but in the end, the result was almost the same. In the end, the siege was a failure, and they left behind many corpses and wounded, and retreated to the camp in panic.

If the first time was full of hope and full of fighting spirit, every soldier of the Yellow Turban Army was moving forward bravely, scrambling to be the first, looking forward to the food and everything that could be seen when Nanyang City was broken. Then in the first siege failed, the second, the third...... After successive defeats, no one moved forward, and there were always Yellow Turban soldiers who were too weak to move forward, and their heads were cut off by the Overseers behind them.

Now in the barracks of the Yellow Turban Army, there are also many soldiers who are thinking about leaving here. For their simple thinking, since they can't grab food and goods here, maybe it's good to go somewhere else? If it doesn't work, then go back to your hometown and farm again with peace of mind, so you can't stay here and wait for death?

It's a pity that many things, only one step, then you can't take a step back. Advance, thousands of feet of the abyss, retreat, also thousands of feet of the abyss, can not advance or retreat.

Now that the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army is located in the large camp outside Nanyang City, many Yellow Turban Army soldiers are staring at their comrades-in-arms with wide eyes. They licked their mouths unconsciously, as if they could smell the faint fragrance of rice after it was cooked, and there was already a clear line of water at the corner of their mouths. They looked at the other Yellow Turban soldiers in their field of vision, as if they were seeing food, and did not let go of the slightest unusual behavior on their bodies. Even when someone went outside the camp to relieve himself, several soldiers would follow, for fear of falling behind.

That's a liter of rice! They still remember the scene when the military order was issued the day before yesterday, as long as someone can prevent others from escaping, or expose it, they can get a liter of rice!

At first, many of the Yellow Turban soldiers didn't believe it, but when someone stopped the soldiers from escaping, or when they were exposed, it was in the middle of the camp that they received a liter of rice from the quartermaster in full view! And not only that, along with the military orders issued, there are also regulations to protect these soldiers, and even so, there are still many soldiers who want to do it secretly. But every Yellow Turban soldier who received the rice chose to cook it right in the middle of the camp, so a few cauldrons were erected next to the quartermaster, from which the heat and the smell of rice wafted made many hungry people salivate.

You must know that among the displaced people next to the camp, only a bowl of rice soup with floating rice grains on it can be exchanged for the company of many women for one night. Not to mention a liter of rice, if a soldier chooses to take it, then once it enters the night, it will definitely be snatched by someone.

As a result, a few days before the issuance of this military order, few soldiers in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army have fled. With a liter of rice on one side and an order to be beheaded after being caught, every Yellow Turban soldier knew how to choose.

"Alas......" Zhang Yan sighed softly, standing in the distance, looking at the soldiers who were wary of each other and treated others as prey, with a helpless face.

Inside the camp, the clouds are getting heavier and heavier, and under such circumstances, Zhang Yan feels that an uproar may happen at any time. It's just that it may be postponed indefinitely, because those contradictions have been dissipated to the most basic soldiers.

Poison, really poison. Even if Zhang Yan is unwilling, but under the agreement of the two deputy marshals, and Zhang Mancheng also agrees with the awakening once, his opinion is nothing. Shaking his head, Zhang Yan now wanted to see what the envoy from Julu would do, because he knew that once the army retreated, then the Han army in Nanyang City would definitely come out to chase and kill. Once he was picked up, and then looked at the morale of the army now, no, Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, he forgot one thing, most of the soldiers in this army, how can there be morale at all?

Once you retreat, you may be killed and scattered at any time, and the whole thing will collapse. In the current situation, the pursuit and killing of one or two thousand Han troops can make tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers flee in panic and abandon their armor. So Zhang Yan was very curious, what exactly did Zhang Banxian do, if he was the Taishou of Nanyang City, then he would definitely not let go of this best opportunity.

"Hansheng." At the head of Nanyang City, a middle-aged man wearing armor walked up to Huang Zhong and spoke softly.

"Qin Taishou!" Huang Zhong turned around and gave a military salute with his fists clenched.

"How?" Qin Jie put his hand on the battlements and looked into the distance. He could see the Yellow Turban Army camp in the distance, and there were Yellow Turban Army soldiers constantly coming in and out, as if they were preparing something. The corpses that had been placed under the city for many days emitted a disgusting and pungent putrid smell, which made Qin Jie frown unconsciously.

Huang looked at the city and said in a muffled voice: "These corpses must be dealt with quickly, otherwise it may cause a plague at any time, but now we still have to be careful of the counterattack of the Yellow Turban thieves, so the last general did not send troops out of the city to deal with it." ”

"The last general estimates that it will not be long before the Yellow Turban Thieves will stay and retreat. Since the previous night raid burned their grain and grass, the thieves certainly won't be able to stay here for long. ”

"yes." Qin Jie nodded, his palms clenched into two fists, "When the time comes, we must seize the opportunity to defeat them, and we can't give them a chance to make a comeback!" ”

(End of chapter)