"Bell, bell!"

At night, Nanyang City sounded a noisy sound as scheduled, and all kinds of bowls and drums sounded loudly, resounding for half the day. Just looked at the situation of the Yellow Turban Camp in the distance, but it was not affected at all, and it was not even alarmed at all.

In the Yellow Turban camp, the guards who should sleep and the guards who should be on guard seem to be accustomed to this sudden sound attack. It's used to it, such a sound will sound every night in Nanyang City for several days, and at first the Yellow Turban soldiers were startled, and they didn't even feel sleepy at all, thinking that the Han army was coming to attack. But no, with weapons and even armor not properly put on, they walked out of the camp where they lived, only to find that it was not the Han army that was attacking.

After reacting to what was nothing more than a false alarm, the soldiers returned to their tents to rest, and just closed their eyes for a moment, brewing sleep, but before long, there was another noise outside. Even if you don't want to, you have to get up again, grab your weapons, and be on guard against a sudden attack on the camp.

Just like this, these soldiers didn't rest well all night, and when they attacked the city during the day the next day, their faces were full of fatigue and even more energyless, and naturally they couldn't even attack the walls of Nanyang City.

Such days have been going on for three days, and who would not be used to it. After knowing that it was just a false alarm, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army should eat, drink, and keep vigil, step by step, but no one will care about the noise anymore. That's it, they can't rest well, but it's better than not resting at all.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Mancheng, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, had no good way but to secretly raise the alert level and send more Yellow Turban soldiers to keep vigil in case of a sudden attack by the Han army. This point, for several days, there have been people who have been reminded in various ways, and Zhang Mancheng suddenly realized that this is not just a simple tired strategy, but also a prelude to a night attack. It's just that he hasn't seen a night attack for a few days, and he gradually wonders if he is making a big fuss, you know, he has been ambushing next to the big camp for a long time with three elite teams of 1,000 people, waiting to enter the urn!

At this moment, Zhang Mancheng's big tent was brightly lit, and the surrounding area was firmly controlled by soldiers, and no one was allowed to approach. In the camp tent, Zhang Mancheng's generals were even fuller, and in addition, there were no players, which means that no matter in the Han army camp or the Yellow Turban army camp, players have not yet been able to participate in various major decisions.

"Qu Shuai, we can't go on like this." One of the Yellow Turban Army generals sitting at the bottom stood up, his face full of worry.

In recent days, he has also seen with his own eyes how effective the Han army's strategy is, not only the soldiers under him are extremely tired, but even their generals are worried all night, for fear that any noise will be the real Han army camp. If this situation continues, I am afraid that there will be no need to fight, and the siege will hardly be able to attack. A few days ago, the siege of the city, several times on the city and then driven down by the Han army, the impact on morale is extremely huge, and now it has been replaced by the impact of the body, so how much combat effectiveness the soldiers under the bottom of the city, he really can't say.

He continued to admonish: "If this continues, the soldiers will have no combat power, not to mention, the attack on Nanyang City will be wasted until now. ”

"Ben Shuai knows." Zhang Mancheng said lightly. It's not that he is not in a hurry, he has been delayed under Nanyang City for too long, and he is not as quick as before, bulldozing the city on the road, and the psychological pressure on the soldiers' hearts is huge. I'm afraid that if this continues, the homeless people and some Yellow Turban soldiers who are coerced below will mutiny. But no matter how unfavorable the current situation is, he, as a coach, cannot waver in any way, let alone let his subordinates see his embarrassing side.

"Qu Shuai, otherwise we can rest during the day, how about fighting at night?" There are generals who propose.

Another Yellow Turban Army general shook his head and questioned: "If Nanyang City is that kind of small city, the night battle is still useful, but it is a high and strong city, if we can't break through one gate in the night battle, I'm afraid that the loss will be greater." ”

He paused, not giving any face to the general he had proposed, and continued: "And you should have seen that the city is as bright as day, and even if you fight at night, you are afraid that it will not be able to achieve any effect. ”

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work either! Hum! A general sat down indignantly, his face full of anger.

At this time, Zhang Mancheng slowly opened his mouth and asked, "Zhao Hong, has the trebuchet arrived from the rear?" ”

A general who had been silent stood up and replied: "Qu Shuai, a total of five trebuchets have arrived at dusk today. I've sent a craftsman to maintain and assemble it, and it will be ready for use tomorrow morning. ”

"Good!" Zhang Mancheng's hand slapped the armrest on the chair, looked around at the generals below, and said loudly in a fanatical tone: "Launch a general attack tomorrow morning!" All siege equipment was put into use, for the yellow sky! ”

"For the yellow sky!" There were shouts from inside the tent.

On the other side, in the camp where the Yellow Turban soldiers lived, there was a Yellow Turban soldier who was leaning on the haystack, yawning and curling his legs and squinting at the moon, pouting his lips, listening to the faint voice, and couldn't help but have a few mocking smiles on the corners of his mouth. He stretched out his hand, tore off the yellow turban on his head, casually wiped the oil stains from eating barbecue meat from the corner of his mouth, then rubbed it and threw it on the ground beside him.

Fortunately, there were no Yellow Turban soldiers with him here, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in the distance were also taking advantage of a moment to rest, so no one noticed his action of throwing away his turban at this moment. Otherwise, some fanatical soldiers are afraid that they will pounce on him and have a good fight with him.

But it seems that this Yellow Turban soldier is not a person to mess with, and the fact that he can still eat with a mouth full of oil even when some soldiers can only drink porridge is enough to explain everything.

I don't know when, there was an extra figure behind him.

"You're back, Luoshu?" Hetu said with a big grin, rubbed his buttocks, changed to a comfortable position, and looked back, sure enough, it was Beifu Luoshu who went out.

"How?" He continued.

"Not how, what else?" Vena shrugged.

"That group of people discussed and discussed, and they could only hope for the yellow sky. A group of god sticks also came to fight? Tonight's attack on the camp should be successful, we just need to accurately guide them to the area of the siege machine. ”

"If those things are destroyed, these people can only look at the city and sigh, right? Hahaha......"

(End of chapter)

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