The fourth watch is the darkest hour of the day. He is between the third watch and the fifth watch, from the darkness, into the deepest night, and in another hour, the sky will step from the dense darkness to the fifth watch, when the dawn comes.

At this hour, in the entire land of Shenzhou, other places were still in the middle of the night in an extremely calm night. Many players are also sleeping, in the same deep sleep as the natives. In the night, there are too many unknown things, and in this era of torch lighting, human beings will never be the only rulers on the earth.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army on the city wall of Guangzong pouted, and there was no indication of the actions of the Han army under the city near the city wall now. Anyway, the incessant sound of war drums, and their incessant footsteps, would always stop within range of the archers at the near city.

They were all familiar with the process, day by day, without a moment of pause in the middle of the night. The only thing that has changed is probably that they appeared at different times, but the same movements and noisy voices are not half different.

"Hello...... there was a long yawn from the Yellow Turban soldiers, even though they had been on guard at the head of the city in rotation an hour before. But at this hour, the body still feels involuntarily tired and mentally slack, even if they have just woken up from their sleep an hour ago.

There is still an hour before the moment when they change guards. Due to the large number of soldiers in the army, the rotation of two hours can keep almost all the soldiers' physical strength in the most abundant state. The soldiers barely concentrated and stared at the Han army below the city, guessing in their hearts when they would withdraw, at least the noisy roar of war drums was really annoying.

"Huh?" Suddenly, a Yellow Turban soldier snorted in question. He blinked vigorously, as if he was dazzled, and uncertainly focused his gaze on it, and finally, his face, which still had a relaxed look, appeared vigilant!

They are still approaching, and the Han army is still approaching! Crossing a distance that has not been crossed before, the footsteps are still moving forward, and there is no intention of stagnation?

Besiege? Involuntarily, this thought came to mind, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who noticed this moved their Adam's apple, and something was brewing.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a blast of thunder appeared, resounding in this world! The whole deep night, in the thunder, suddenly flipped over, I don't know how many people, after this thunder, suddenly woke up from their sleep.

Yun Ting stood on the high platform where Zhang Jiao often stayed on the top of Guangzong City, and he could see the scene outside Guangzong City from a distance. It's just that there's no way to see clearly, even people, probably just like a small black dot.

By his side, in addition to Jia Xu, Zhou Cang, and the toad that eats the phoenix, there is also Zhang Jiao's daughter Zhang Yao. In addition, it was the eldest grandson who forgot his love and was a childish slave, and Yun Ting was also very happy after hearing Zhang Jiao talk about them. Because there is no absolutely safe place now, especially Luoyang, which is not the imperial capital, has become the center of the storm, and after the Yellow Turban Rebellion, there will be turmoil one after another. Coupled with the appearance of the player, it will become unpredictable, and it is impossible for anyone to stay out of the situation, even the emperor, at that time, it is not necessarily safe. What's more, two women?

I don't know what they encountered on the way to Guangzong, but Yun Ting must take them away. In fact, if Yun Ting didn't have news of the two of them when he came to Guangzong this time, he would send Jia Xu and the others to Liangzhou first, and then go back to Luoyang. Now that this kind of trouble is avoided, he can take them directly when Guangzong City is broken.

This is a very strange emotion, watching Zhang Jiao master the Taiping Technique, and also experiencing the rise of the Yellow Turban Army and Taiping Dao, but he didn't want to accompany it to the end of the last journey when everything was about to end. Because in his previous life, Yun Ting experienced big and small turmoil with the Yellow Turban Army, until in the end, he withdrew from the game and his power fell apart. In this life, he also doesn't want to miss it, just say goodbye to the past.

So, he's standing here now and he's not leaving directly. The smile on his face was slightly bitter, if it was said in the Common Era, he might be a character in a world constructed by a street writer in countless different worlds in the world. He didn't know if he was the protagonist or not, but when he thought about it carefully, Yun Ting felt that he shouldn't be. Because if he followed the so-called routine, he should turn the tide at this time, break out in a desperate situation, lead the Yellow Turban Army to counterattack, and defeat the Han army.

It's a pity that he knows that he doesn't have the power of routines that only the protagonist can have.

When the thunder sounded, the clouds knew that it had begun. He had also heard of the order issued by Zhang Jiao in the Yellow Turban Army, and this rolling thunder came too strangely, there was only one sound, and there was no sound again.

The Han army is attacking the city!

"The Han army is attacking the city!" The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who had the same idea as Yun Ting, not only had this idea in their minds, but also shouted out in their mouths!

"The Han army is attacking the city!"

The entire Guangzong City was awakened from sleep, whether it was the thunder that could penetrate people's hearts, or the sound composed of shouts, which made those Yellow Turban soldiers who woke up quickly put on their armor and reached out to pick up the weapons placed beside them.

"Assemble, assemble!" Next to their ears, the voices of the little leaders of the Yellow Turbans on each floor also sounded, gathering the soldiers in the city and preparing to support the city walls.

At the moment when the thunder just appeared, Lu Zhi's heart couldn't help beating violently, and he raised his head and looked up at the sky. In the deep and dark night sky, there were only countless stars dotted above, and those rays of light became points of light in Lu Zhi's eyes. He frowned, and the next moment, without hesitation, he ordered: "The whole army is attacking the city!" ”

"The whole army is attacking the city!"

"The whole army is attacking the city!"

As his orders were passed down layer by layer, the army that was originally slowly approaching Guangzong City had completely increased the speed of its march, and there was no longer the slightest scruples. Originally, Lu Zhi never thought that he could make the army closer to Guangzong City, and even could sneak under the city wall under the gaze of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers at the head of the city, and then launch a surprise attack on the city wall.

This kind of naïve thought has never existed in Lu Zhi's mind, not even a little bit. Unless all the eyes guarding the walls of Guangzong City are blind, it is possible to sneak under the city walls to do such an act, this kind of thing only exists in the imagination of some stupid people, in reality, there is no such thing at all. When he noticed the strangeness of the thunder, Lu Zhi immediately thought of the witchcraft that had been thieves all along, and their whereabouts were in danger of being exposed at any time, so it was better to completely remove the disguise!

The drums of the Chinese army continued to sound, shaking the hearts of all the soldiers of the Han army. The first wave of soldiers besieging the city, carrying the ladder, ran towards Guangzong City at a very fast speed. Behind them, the sappers who arrived later also began to assemble trebuchets, which were the siege weapons that Lu Zhi had transferred from elsewhere!

"Siege!"

"Siege!"

"Siege!"

Three orders were issued one after another among the Han troops outside the other three walls. After hearing the sound of war drums in the north of Guangzong City, Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun, and Dong Zhuo already knew that Lu Zhi had launched an attack on Guangzong City. Among them, Dong Zhuo, who attacked the southern city wall, was the last to give the order, not because of the careful thinking that had been brewing in his heart before. It was because he was too far away from Beicheng, and when the drums came to him, he was in a state of nothingness, and he finally settled down after knowing that the drums of the attack were also sounding in the east and west.

There are firsts and lasts, but the difference is only a few minutes. The three of them did not hesitate any longer, the original plan was like this, they had to storm the city wall they were responsible for, constantly put pressure on the Yellow Turban Army, attract the attention of the Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong City to their side, and create an opportunity for Lu Zhi, who was mainly attacking the northern city, to seize the city wall!

"Kill!" The generals under the command of the three began to lead the army to storm the city wall!

As soon as their whereabouts were revealed, the Yellow Turban soldiers at the head of the city had already broken away from the state of slack just now, and they were all calm. All kinds of falling rocks and rolling logs used to defend the city are ready, and they can be inflicted heavy damage when the Han army climbs the city wall with a ladder. At this time, some soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army added firewood to the dozens of cauldrons erected next to the aisle at the head of the city, making the flames more violent, and boiling oil to boil, so as to defend the city.

Closer, closer. Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, Bo Cai, who was on duty in the northern city, squinted his eyes, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Archer!" Shoot the arrows! ”

As soon as his words fell, the archers shot out the feather arrows that had been gathering momentum on the string for a long time, and standing on top of the city, they were condescending, and they could shoot the feather arrows into the bodies of the Han soldiers with almost no too much effort. Behind them, there was a different group of archers, their longbows, raised towards the sky.

Ejection!

Rain of arrows, the icy rain that occurs most often on the battlefield, appears like this. With a whistling sound, the feather arrows fell, heading towards the soldiers led by Sun Jian and the soldiers of the death battalion.

They rushed very fast, and they were the first to approach the walls, and when they arrived, they were greeted by a rain of arrows. In the dark night, in the flickering firelight, those feather arrows, hidden in the darkness, with a fine sound, came in waves.

This kind of scene, whether it is the village warrior brought by Sun Jian from his hometown, until now there is a battalion of soldiers with an elite posture. is still a death battalion that must charge forward in every battle, and dare to die and dare to fight, is already extremely familiar with this kind of scene.

There was no fear, no hesitation, and no hesitation. Each soldier raised his shield in front of him, and they were still approaching the city wall at a very fast speed. Shuttling through the rain of arrows, every time you move, you can feel the collision of the arrows of the feather arrows with the shield, and the collision with the helmet worn on the head.

The sound of tinkling, every moment on the path they were on. It's like the sound of rain hitting tiles during a normal rainy season. It's just that the rain that falls on people's bodies hits their clothes at most, drenching them to a wet body. But these rains of arrows, every drop of rain, represent a sharp feathered arrow, which will seriously injure a person and even take away a person's life.

It's a pity that this rain of arrows met the sharp knife prepared by Lu Zhi. In order to make this sharp knife sharper, no effort has been spared in terms of equipment. The whole body is covered with light armor, and even on the head, he wears an iron helmet, a long knife and a small shield, and a short knife at his waist. This is the configuration of this sharp knife that pierces Guangzong City, don't look at it so simple, many soldiers in the Han army can't have such a set of equipment.

In fact, each of these sets of equipment is trying to reduce the weight as much as possible while ensuring the highest protection, so when it comes to running, every soldier is only affected in the slightest, and the speed is still fast.

When facing the sky downward, this realm of death, you only need to raise your shield to protect the key parts of your face and neck, and you can continue to charge. As for the feathered arrows that were thrown down, when they hit their iron helmets, they could only cause a slight concussion, and they were bounced off.

"Stand on the shield!" Xiahoudun sighed. From the death battalion, as well as Sun Jian's Jiangdong battalion, there were immediately different soldiers rushing out.

Every step they took left a deep footprint on the ground, and they were wearing only a suit of leather armor, not even weapons. They only had one heavy shield, that is, the reason why their footprints became heavier and deeper, and they had just moved forward under the protection of the two battalions, and finally reached a range of two hundred meters close to Guangzong City.

"Boom!"

When the shield was erected, it immediately shook out a dull sound and the flying sand and dust, and in an instant, under the city of Guangzong, a huge shield wall composed of shields was constructed.

Their task was to minimize the casualties of the rear sappers, so that they could approach the northern wall of Gwangjong and erect the ladder. Otherwise, he is as brave as Sun Jian, and he is as brave as a death camp, and there is no way to cross the city wall in front of him and go to the top of the city!

So, they rushed so fast to attract firepower and build a shield wall to protect the sappers and cover their approach!

(End of chapter)