"Kill!" There was a little leader of the Yellow Turban who roared feverishly, and his eyes were red.

"As long as you capture Nanyang City, women, money, silk, food, everything will be there!"

The sound of one after another filled the battlefield, and many Yellow Turban soldiers swarmed up, their knives and guns flashing with cold light. They didn't seem to see the corpses of their companions who had not been cleaned up under the walls of Nanyang City, nor did they seem to smell the pungent smell of the corpses, and now they were full of fanaticism, only looking forward to the moment when Nanyang City was broken.

Probably, this is the reason why they are so brave to move forward, for fear that they will fall behind others and not be able to obtain more benefits!

A rough ladder was cut from the trees, and traces of green leaves could still be seen on it. A few of the sappers carried the ladder and ran towards the city wall, guarded by the sword and shield men beside them. More sappers died in this section of the clearing near the city walls, and even the sword and shield men could not prevent them from being shot by the Han archers at the head of the city.

Although the rain of arrows is urgent, the most important thing in the Yellow Turban Army is people. Maybe it was the full meal given by Zhang Banxian, or maybe it was the promise that everyone would rob and belong to themselves after the city was broken, and many Yellow Turban soldiers screamed. When one of the sappers fell, the other soldiers went up to take his place and lifted the ladder and rushed towards the wall.

These people have completely become hungry mad dogs, as long as they see a little hope, they will not hesitate to go up and take a bite. Nanyang City, a fortified city that has not been captured for more than a month, seems to be within reach in the eyes of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army at this moment.

What's going on? Probably even they don't know what's going on, they just feel that their bodies are now full of power to leak out, and the fanatical thoughts in their brains have broken through their reason, making them all have an abnormal red color in their eyes now.

"Boom", there is a ladder on the city wall, but it is scratched by the hook on the city wall, and when it is pushed forward, it falls down with a bang. More ladders were erected on the city wall, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army climbed up along the passage formed by the ladders, and attacked the head of Nanyang City.

"Crazy?" Qin Jie's long sword slashed through the neck of a Yellow Turban soldier who had just raised his head from the ladder and was about to climb up the city, and he felt a trace of abnormality.

It's just that he can't think deeply at the moment, it is best to consume as much of the Yellow Turban Army's strength as possible in the defense of the city, and it also has a good support role for other battlefields, not to mention those counties that may be ravaged by the Yellow Turban Army. As long as one more person is killed, it may save several more people and families.

Sneering, Qin Jie took a step back, and the soldier next to him took the boiling oil and splashed it from the battlement in front of him. I saw the heat fluttering upwards in front of me, and I heard a few miserable screams accompanied by a pungent scorching smell, and the sound of landing came one after another, and even the ladder was brought down by the yellow turban soldiers who fell.

"Only the ladder is left and you want to attack the city? It's ridiculous. ”

"What's going on? Why didn't those main forces see it? "Some Yellow Turban soldiers looked back, but they didn't see the elite troops joining. It was also a moment of confusion, and then this confusion was left behind, and I didn't see that the messenger sent by the great sage and good teacher was still standing in the distance?

Zhang Banxian was standing not far from the battlefield, and in front of him was a row of warlords, each of whom was a big man with a big waist and a round waist, staring at the backs of many Yellow Turban soldiers with a cold face, holding a long knife that was sharpened incomparably sharp. These people may not be the most loyal, but they are the most ruthless, as long as any Yellow Turban soldiers dare to retreat, they will be mercilessly killed.

It's just that none of these people noticed that the Yellow Turban Lux, who had always followed Zhang Banxian, was gone. Moreover, Zhang Banxian didn't even ride a horse, so it was absolutely impossible for him to appear. Unfortunately, this is just a strange thing, and no one thinks about it.

"It's time to go back to Jizhou, calculate the time, it's time for Armageddon, right?" Zhang Banxian muttered to himself. He no longer looked at the situation on the battlefield, or rather, he didn't pay attention to it from the beginning.

It's a battle to lose, what is he going to do? If there is an eventual in this world, then in this siege war, there are only 10,000, and there is no contingency.

Now the elite of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army in the camp should have retreated in an orderly manner, and also took away all the weight, which was already planned. Including the siege battle in front of him, all of them are in Zhang Banxian's plan, in his plan, it is to use these Yellow Turban soldiers as bait, anyway, they are all local chickens and dogs, and it's not bad to use them for waste, isn't it?

Zhang Banxian sneered, if he took these soldiers with him again, not only would he not be able to increase his own strength, but it would cause all kinds of effects, after all, the military rations were already insufficient. In such a situation, in the event of an engagement, these soldiers could at any time turn back to their own position. Staying here now, even if the Han army in Nanyang City defeats them, they will be scrutinized, and they will be afraid of the main force that did not appear, and by the time they react, they have already gone far.

"yes, it's time to go." Zhang Banxian's eyebrows lowered, in fact, he could take the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army to the east to withdraw into Hanzhong, and then enter Jiaozhou from Western Shu. It was a place without war, in the Three Kingdoms, until the later period, Jiaozhou was the most peaceful place, and it was the best for the Yellow Turban Army to go there to exhibit.

But Zhang Banxian still had to lead the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army north to Jizhou, not only because he could not fully control the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army now, but also because of Zhang Jiao. For this fellow Taoist, Zhang Banxian still has some sympathy, so he should go to the end. After Zhang Jiao's death, in the entire Yellow Turban Army, the only one who can rely on himself is himself.

Zhang Banxian's eyes flashed with a flame of ambition, finally, finally at this moment, it was not far from the day when he would master the power of the Yellow Turban. It is also time for him to bring to the stage what he is going to experiment, and let the people of these three countries witness what a free and equal sky is.

He looked up, and in a trance in the sky, he seemed to see the face of Zhang Jiao. That's the world he wants, but unfortunately, it's not what he wants. So no matter what, I can only ask the great sage and good teacher to die!

Smiling, Zhang Banxian's figure gradually faded, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared. In the whole place where he used to stand, there was no longer a figure of him, only an empty piece.

All that remained was a cold voice. "Earth Escape!"

(End of chapter)

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