Under the Beihai city wall, the Yellow Turban Army was attacking like a tide, and the entire calm camp in the distance also took action when Guan Hai started a night attack. From the quiet camp with only a drop of firelight, there were suddenly many more points of light, and from the gate of the Yuan, groups of cavalry roared and galloped towards Beihai City. Behind these cavalry, there were more infantry, except for the night attack of one-third of the troops brought by Guan Hai to the Yellow Turbans in Beihai, the remaining two-thirds were pressed by the whole army without the slightest hesitation at this time.

Guan Hai ran forward, and the walls of Beihai City in his field of vision became taller and taller as he approached. One person took the lead, and behind him were the elite Yellow Turban soldiers who were only a little slower, and the sappers carrying a ladder of the main siege equipment!

The distance of 400 meters only takes a few minutes to complete the current distance, and for many people, it only takes a little sweat to dissipate some physical strength. But on the battlefield, 400 meters is long enough, it is the boundary between life and death, and if you can't finish it, then it proves that you died in the 400-meter journey.

At a distance of 400 meters from the city wall, many Yellow Turban soldiers crossed, and this distance of the charge was truly a path of death that was truly embedded in every step. And even if you can cross out, it doesn't mean that you are absolutely safe, because ahead, there is still a fortress Beihai City that must be captured.

400 meters...... 300 meters...... 200 meters......

Zhou She stared closely at the city, and shouted violently after seeing many Yellow Turban Army thieves stepping on a distance of only four hundred steps from the city wall. "Archer, shoot!"

For a moment, there was a sound of bowstrings vibrating and humming at the head of the city, and sharp feathered arrows, flashing with a light invisible under the shaking firelight, flew towards the indistinct figures below the city walls. The dense rain of arrows penetrated the air, and every moment, there was a burst of sound caused by the tail feathers rubbing the air, which made people listen, and they couldn't help but stand upright with the cold hairs on their bodies, and a great fear was born in their hearts.

The rain in the dark night has its own rhythm, unlike raindrops, which will only bring a little coldness and wetness when it hits people. It brings warmth, coldness, and painful death. It's a storm.

"Poof."

A Yellow Turban soldier was on the way to charge when he suddenly heard a noise in the sky, and before he could react, he had already been hit by an arrow in his left shoulder. The iron arrowhead was embedded in the flesh and even touched the bone, making a slight grinding sound. His face turned pale, he exhaled in pain, and subconsciously looked over his shoulder, but the next moment, an arrow of feathers hit him in the middle of the chest impartially, bringing with him the frightened, not long life.

The sound of the arrow entering the flesh was as dense as the roar that had just resounded in the sky, followed by a chilling cry of pain. In such a dark night, even with the lighting of torches, it is impossible to discern the traces of arrows shot from the bright part of the city, but shuttled under the dark night, so what can be relied on, except for the shield, is luck.

Yes, it's luck. Ethereal luck is sometimes more effective than tangible strength, and it can save people's lives. Because within this short distance of 400 meters, or on the battlefield where the arrows are scattered, there are also 10,000 people who are invincible to Lao Huang Zhong, and there are also the suave Zhou Gongjin. That's why someone once said that it is usually oneself, one's own luck, that kills those who seem brave and invincible to others.

Guan Hai stopped suddenly, but the momentum of the forward rush still carried him forward for some distance, stepping out of a shallow pit that sank deep into the ground but went straight forward. The spear then stabbed out, striking straight at a stray arrow that flew towards the door in front of him, and then suddenly twisted his wrist to the left and right, and the shaft of the spear shook, and the head of the spear flew to the left and right, striking the other two lightning-fast feathered arrows.

From behind him, the sword and shield soldier stepped out, and the shield in his left hand was placed in front of him. In an instant, these personal guards under Guan Hai's sole command had formed a shield wall in front of Guan Hai, protecting Guan Hai, and they were still moving forward, Guan Hai followed closely behind this shield wall, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Bell, bell." The chaotic shower hit the shield, but there was only a clashing sound, and finally it fell to the ground in vain, not even having time to stop Guan Hai and his personal guards from advancing.

"Shoot! Focus on shooting the sappers behind you who carry the ladder! Zhou She saw this scene, raised his eyebrows, he knew that the back of the combined shield wall that appeared under the city might be an important person in the Beihai Yellow Turban Army, and it might still be the main general, but he didn't think too much, just continued to order the archers at the head of the city to shoot arrows.

His targets were only the sappers who carried the ladder in the distance. Even if he knew that it was impossible to shoot them all, at this time, he could only kill a few more, delaying the time for the ladder to approach the city wall and hindering the Yellow Turban Army's offensive.

"Woo, woo!"

The rain of arrows continued to disperse, falling from high in the air, striking the besieging Yellow Turban soldiers, blooming with the dark red blood of the dark curtain of the night. The blood flashed away, and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground could not be transmitted to the city, but the other Yellow Turban soldiers who were also on the battlefield could clearly hear the dull sound of their comrades falling to the ground.

"Kill!" They shouted one after another, as a way to dispel the shadows in their hearts, and continued to charge forward.

They have almost no protection, even if they hold a shield in their hands, but in this case, in the overwhelming rain of arrows, it is even more impossible for a small shield in their hands to protect their whole body. With each passing distance, a new soldier fell, became a new corpse, or was wounded by an arrow and rendered incapacitated.

Along with these soldiers, the sappers carrying the ladder were charged! Every six men, carrying a ladder, quickly approached the city wall, and in front of them, more sword and shield soldiers gathered, using their shields to defend these sappers against the arrows shot from the city.

Even so, many sappers fell, but then new sappers came to fill in, took the place of their dead comrades, and continued to run forward with the ladder. Now every minute and every second is extremely precious, and they can't waste it, so they can only fill it with human lives!

(End of chapter)

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