A chase battle in the Xianbei grassland, far above the state, has reached an imminent time, and it is about to break out. An offensive and defensive battle far away in Nanyang, but it has come to an end, it took more than a month, experienced countless bloody battles, and even the city walls have become dilapidated, Nanyang City, finally ushered in a time when it can really rest.

A night attack a few days earlier had completely sealed the victory of the Han army, and it was difficult for the Yellow Turban Army to launch any real threat attack after losing its siege equipment. Even if they were able to make simple siege ladders, they were more complex and the most important siege equipment, such as chariots, trebuchets, etc., but they were all destroyed by Huang Zhong's army during the night attack. Those are already all the siege equipment collected by the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army from the government treasury in various places, and they are also the last leftover. The others have been more or less damaged in the siege battles of the past few days, and even the Yellow Turban Army has not been able to find craftsmen to repair them.

Under this premise, it is a joke to mention the siege of the city. The besieging side, that is, with the assistance of various siege equipment, will have at least ten to one battle loss ratio, that is to say, one soldier on the defending side will die, and ten soldiers on the besieging side will die! Not to mention that the current Yellow Turban Army has lost all its chapels and trebuchets and will attack the city again? Even if the Yellow Turban Army has several times or nearly ten times more people than the Han army defending the city, and it is necessary to fill it with the lives of each soldier, I am afraid that it will not be able to fill the city wall of Nanyang City.

Huang Zhong sat on a stone in the aisle of the city wall, pressed his hands on the handle of the long knife in front of him, and held the long knife on the pillar. It's been more than 20 days, and in the past 20 days, he has never stepped down the city wall, even if he only has a few times, he has gone to the Taishou Mansion to report the situation, and in addition, he has eaten and lived with the soldiers on the city wall, and has never stepped into the house again.

His eyes were closed, and he kept this position still, and from Huang Zhong's nose came a gentle snoring sound, he was actually asleep, sitting and falling asleep! Without looking closely, almost no one could tell that he had fallen asleep, but even if he did, no one would bother him. He barely had a moment to rest, and the northern city wall he guarded was also the city wall that was attacked by the Yellow Turban Army, so Huang Zhong was almost never absent from each battle, and he was almost attacked on the city wall several times, and Huang Zhong led people to beat the Yellow Turban Army's attack. His heroic image has long been reflected in the hearts of every Han soldier in Nanyang City.

Huang Zhong was already extremely tired, so he simply fell asleep directly on the city wall, and this high-intensity battle actually made him feel tired and a little tired. The bigger reason is that he can rest, otherwise Huang Zhong would not choose to sleep, but continue to stick to where he should be. Now he sleeps here, and it is also because the Yellow Turban Army has not yet retreated, so he found a time to secretly take a nap, if there is a sudden attack, then he can also participate in the battle at any time, even if he knows that the Yellow Turban Army is only afraid that the army will retreat.

Huang Zhong's worries were not unreasonable, but if he knew that the general he shot with an arrow in the night raid sneaking camp a few days ago was Zhang Mancheng, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, he would probably be able to completely put his mind at ease. The current Yellow Turban Army, after Zhang Mancheng was injured and fell into a coma, has no leader, and every Xiaoqu Shuai of the Yellow Turban Army is fighting on its own, and everyone will not agree with others to lead them, so Nanyang City has not been attacked since it was attacked once that day.

The commander was injured, the siege equipment was destroyed, even the heavy grain and grass were burned a lot, and the month-long offensive was ineffective, the morale of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had dropped to the lowest point, even if Zhang Mancheng completely recovered, it was impossible to turn things around. Nanyang City is in front, which proves that they want to take advantage of the situation Jingzhou has become a luxury, or even hopeless.

The weakness of the Yellow Turban Army doomed them to be futile in siege warfare, that is, a strong army would collapse when the casualty rate reached 30%, not to mention that more of the soldiers who formed the Yellow Turban Army were just civilians and peasants before. The only thing that supports them is probably only the materials that can be plundered after breaking through the county, and once they are frustrated, then their cowardly and fearful nature is exposed.

"It's finally over." Gan Xing sat on the ground without an image, and no longer had the slightest demeanor of a brocade thief leading the big brother, and even the brocade robe on his body, which cherished the emblem of the brocade thief, had become tattered even if it was still covered with an armor, which showed how fierce this series of battles was.

Behind him, there are brocade thief players who use various postures to express their relaxed emotions, and they have finally relaxed, each of them is not much better than a beggar, all of them are disgraced. But the temperament of a brocade thief player, but it has changed, and the body exudes a kind of soldier's iron and blood, probably everyone has died several times in this war, and some people have been whitewashed, all in all, they seem to have transformed, and they have broken the great horror in life and death.

"So, you're not leaving?" In the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Banxian turned around, his face was gloomy.

He looked at the small commanders in the camp, looked at the fear on their faces, and suddenly laughed angrily.

"Good. Hahahaha, very good. He smiled, walked down from the handsome position where Zhang Mancheng was sitting in the past, and walked in front of Xiaoqu Shuai, who had the most opposition just now.

"So you doubt my decision?" He asked.

That Xiaoqu Shuai's face did not move, and he asked rhetorically without giving Zhang Banxian any face: "So the envoy is afraid?" But we are not afraid, if Qu Shuai has not decided whether to go or stay for a day, we will not escape! ”

"Brothers, do you say?" The little Qu Shuai asked loudly.

"Yes!" Many Xiaoqu Shuai also responded, after all, this person is Zhang Mancheng's cronies, even if he hesitates in his heart, he doesn't dare to show it, no one knows if Zhang Mancheng, who wakes up from time to time, will suddenly wake up, and it will be those who are slow to be liquidated at that time!

"Good. Very good. Zhang Banxian's laughter turned into a smile, and his hands clapped together gently.

"Then ......" He paused, suddenly pulled out the saber of the Yellow Turban Lux beside him, and under Xiao Qushuai's surprised gaze, he stabbed the long knife into his body, stirred it deeply, and said, "Then you can die!" ”

(End of chapter)

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