"Phew. Is there an end? Gan Xing spat out, and the red ball flew out, accompanied by his kick on the Yellow Turban soldier who had just climbed the Nanyang city wall, and the long knife in his hand was pulled out of his body, and a puddle of blood bloomed heavily in front of him.

The splashed blood was scattered in front of Gan Xing's eyes, but his eyes didn't blink, but his tongue licked the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and the slightly warm liquid entered his mouth and immediately exuded a slightly sweet and fishy taste. It was blood, not his blood, but the mark of the Yellow Turban soldiers.

Gan Xing was covered with blood not only in his hair, on his body, on the long knife, but also on his face, and even on his lips, there was fresh and warm blood flowing down his cheeks. But he didn't care, laughed, took the water bladder full of wine from his waist, shook it, raised his head and drank it, and let the wine flow across his neck and chest.

"Bang." The corpse flew out of the city walls and landed on the solid ground beneath the walls with a slight crashing sound. It's not heavy, because the city of Nanyang is already full of corpses, blood is flowing everywhere, and there are seriously injured Yellow Turban soldiers wailing. However, this sound was extremely weak in the battlefield, and the rolling wood and stones on the Nanyang city wall, as well as the overwhelming rain of arrows, made this sound more and more inaudible, and no one cared until the owner of the voice died.

The Yellow Turban Army has a large number of people and lacks medicine, and it is a death to be rescued, one person, dozens of people, hundreds and nearly thousands of people is just a number. Moreover, even if someone in the Yellow Turban Army of Nanyang Yellow Turban Army can release the rejuvenation technique, there is no way to use it on so many people at the same time, and even if most people can use it, there is no way to rescue the wounded from under the walls of Nanyang City. The Yellow Turban Army doesn't care, so how can the Han Army defending the city care? Their greatest mercy for those who were wounded on the walls but did not die was to mend them and throw their bodies off the walls, which is how they are adept at solving them.

Under the city, the Yellow Turban Army's offensive stalled slightly, and a new trumpet sounded, and a group of Yellow Turban soldiers wearing armor once again drove forward the Yellow Turban Army soldiers wearing yellow scarves on their heads, but their bodies were no different from ordinary people. They are exiles who are being coerced! At this moment, even if he was crying and unwilling in his heart, he was constantly pushed forward by the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army further behind, and pressed towards Nanyang City.

At the end, rows of Yellow Turban soldiers with long knives advanced step by step, until they were almost within the range of the archers at the head of Nanyang City, and then they stood still, no longer moving forward, just staring at the "comrades" in front of them with Sen Han's eyes. The long knives in their hands were already stained with blood, and there were many corpses behind them, as well as in the places where they were standing, those were the corpses of the retreating Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Woo ......" another loud trumpet sounded, and the Yellow Turban Army's huge military formation divided into several torrents and attacked the four gates of Nanyang City. At the forefront, the sword and shield bearers were slowly advancing, firmly protecting the unprotected pikemen behind them. And some of the sappers in the Yellow Turban Army soldiers were carrying the ladders on their shoulders, and in a team of four, they marched towards the city wall of Nanyang City. Beside them, there were lightly armed brigades of Yellow Turban soldiers, all elite men preparing to climb the city walls, and they were also to take over their work when the sappers who carried the ladder died.

"Damn. I won't even let you have a good drink. Gan Xing scolded, plugged the water bladder back with a plug, didn't return to his waist, wiped his lips with his hands casually, and wiped the wine and blood on his lips to one side. Only then did he pick up the shield behind him with his left hand and half-crouched down, the slightly potted side of the shield protecting the space above his head and chest.

His movements are extremely fast, it can be said that he does not drag the mud and water, even if there are some redundant movements, he also makes up for time in the quick reaction and action.

It turned out that Gan Xing's movements would not be so fast, and in his words, it would affect his demeanor. However, he glanced at the brocade clothes he was wearing, including the leather armor wrapped on the outside, and felt the constant throbbing pain in the shoulder of his left hand from being taken away by the feather arrow because of his demeanor. All right! What the hell is the original demeanor? He himself couldn't even recognize the clothes and leather armor he was wearing, if he hadn't seen the original clothes when he bought them, he was afraid that Gan Xing himself would think that this was a beggar's outfit!

Grace should also be a degree! Anyway, Gan Xing has seen many scenes where players die on the city wall because of unnecessary things, and he doesn't want to die like that anyway! Because he promised Uncle Huang to defend Nanyang City with him.

So what the hell is demeanor?

"The enemy's rain of arrows is coming!" Gan Xing said in a deep voice.

The brocade thief player next to him heard the boss's reminder, whether they reacted like Gan Xing or not, anyway, those who had shields used their shields to protect themselves or a player next to them, and those who didn't also rely on the battlements to curl up their bodies, and casually covered their defenseless backs with a wooden plank. As for the other soldiers of this section of the city wall, including the player, they are not slow, as long as they survive the Yellow Turban Army's siege of the city for a few days, or the soldiers who have besieged the city today, they are like Gan Xing, and they have a deep understanding of the Yellow Turban Army's siege axe, and they are ready to meet the rain of arrows in the best condition.

Some people even have the leisure to untie the water bladder from their waist with one hand, pull out the plug, grunt a few mouthfuls into their mouths indiscriminately, and then stuff the plug back to put the water bladder in place. This hand untied the dry food bag with one hand, and found a piece of dry food that Nanyang Taishou Qin Jie ordered the people in the city to make for the defending army to satisfy hunger when defending the city, and ate it slowly. They are veterans, including soldiers and players, and they are all people who have experienced life and death several times.

In their words to the militia in the city who made up the walls because of casualties, whether you want to die or not, even if you die, you have to be a full ghost anyway.

Behind this group of soldiers who are sticking to the front line, under the city wall on the inner side of Nanyang City, are the people who are constantly busy. They were busy carrying the necessary weapons to defend the city, including crossbows and arrows, and even the old and weak women and children in the city had their own jobs, and everyone was making their own contributions.

The whole city was in motion, and all the people understood what they would do when it was broken. As a result, the tragic situation of the villages and counties that were passed by the Yellow Turban Army was told in the mouths of the survivors who were found by Nanyang Taishou Qin Jie.

Therefore, they must hold on, and they will definitely hold on! Because of the power here, not only them, but also those aliens, everyone is persevering and fighting.

"We're going to hold it, aren't we? Lao Wang, didn't you say before what will happen in the future? Then we must be able to defend Nanyang, right? An old man was busy cutting the wood under his hands, and he asked as he busied.

"yes, definitely. You old fool, you still don't believe what I said? Anyway, if this battle is over, you'll have to treat me to a few dozen pots! An old man next to him said with a blowing beard and glaring.

He knew the final outcome of Nanyang in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, not only did he call and ask when Zhongtian Yi was talking about the Three Kingdoms program, but also inquired through various channels, so he also had a rough outline of the result. It's just that in any case, there is no way to be sure until the end.

He glanced worriedly at his old partner beside him, he was a player, no matter how he died in the game, he would not die in the end, and if his old partner died, he would really die. So he really wants to hold Nanyang City!

(If I'm not mistaken?) What? What? My eyes tell me that someone actually voted for a monthly ticket today. Well, it hasn't been shown who it is, but we estimate that this child's shoes should be a little wrong with a shaky hand! There are also stranded children's shoes before, well, let's think about it carefully, do you want to add more? Please look forward to the specific information~ Anyway, I can't add much! ）

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