Zhang Jiao approached step by step, walking very slowly, and each step was completely stepped down, before he lifted it up again and stepped forward again.

Step by step, the temperament on his body also changed with his steps, becoming a temperament as calm as a mountain. As long as they are by his side and can see him, they will feel that there is an extra mountain in their hearts at this moment, and their bodies will naturally feel depressed and heavy.

There are all kinds of things in the heart, and there are all kinds of things in a person's heart, but they can't appear in reality, and they can't change reality. Only with the strength of Zhang Jiao, such a character, can he move the world with his heart, and his joy and anger can bring different changes to everything around him.

One step down, the sound of small footsteps vibrated in Zhang Banxian's ears. In front of him, with every step he stepped on, the whole ground seemed to tilt with it, and the place he was in was gradually shattering and shaking.

Every time he came from the outside, he could clearly hear the sound of something in his heart gradually shattering, disintegrating inch by inch. But Zhang Banxian didn't choose to escape, because he couldn't escape, in front of Zhang Jiao, such a struggle undoubtedly made him a little more painful.

If you plan such a person, you will be in such a danger, as long as you are aware of it, you will fall into a place of no return. What's more, on the premise that the plan has failed, then it is too late to say anything.

Long before making such a decision, Zhang Banxian had already had such an awareness. So he was now able to accept it calmly, wait slowly, and wait for the impending death.

"I have to say, you did make a bad move. Because I didn't know when I would die, I was afraid of the eternal and immobile status quo, so I made up my mind to change. ”

Zhang Jiao finally took a step and stood in front of Zhang Banxian, the bodies of the two people were just a place where one person was along. Careful perception, you can feel the breath exhaled by the other party, the warm and moist breath exhaled, gently hitting the face, and like overflowing on the sides of the cheeks.

"Maybe you're not afraid that I won't die. Rather, I am afraid that by the time I die, the situation has reached a point of no return. Even so, there are some things that I can't help but do. Zhang Jiao said softly, raised his arm, and pointed out.

There was a little light condensed on his fingertips, from dim to brilliant, and he nodded towards Zhang Banxian's forehead.

"Boom!" There was an overwhelming sound from the south gate, and the whole thing was torn apart by another blow of the hammer.

"The gates are broken!" The players next to them let out an exclamation and rushed towards the city.

They don't care how this opportunity came about, anyway, if the city gate is broken, they don't care how it is broken, they just need to rush into Guangzong City as quickly as possible to seize their own share of interests! In an uproar, those players who were looking at the city and were about to follow the Han soldiers to attack the city, or those who were charging towards the southern city wall, turned their goals and ran towards the city gate.

The Han soldiers lying down at the city gate, as well as the scattered battering rams and the fragments of the rushing carts, are proof of the tragedy of the city gate. Even if Dong Zhuo was calculated with his heart or not, he still paid a lot, and he still lost a lot.

At least twenty rushing cars, when they rushed to the city gate, there were only five of them still intact! As for the ramshell, it is only one more than the number of rushing cars, and this is still mixed with three teams of heavy armored infantry that Dong Zhuo is ready to use to knock on the city gate, otherwise this number will be cut in half!

"Kill!" A player brandishes a long knife in his hand, shouts loudly, and runs at breakneck speed.

In front of him, there seemed to be a light, and there was a little warm smell in the light, which made people feel comfortable, and they unconsciously squinted their eyes.

This is the future, he really feels it, go to the city first, enter the city first, and there will be rewards in the army! Military positions, silver taels, these are all clearly announced, plus it is in the army, there should be no deductions.

So he ran as fast as he could, and at the end of his milk, he went to the future that shimmered with light. It's just that after the light dissipated, the pupil in the center of his eyes shrank inward suddenly, and a fear different from the previous joy was revealed!

"No!" He howled loudly, and the indomitable intent in his heart was all contained in this howl like a dying beast.

The next moment, another cry of pain rang out, and it hurt through his heart. "Ahh It's just that this scream stopped abruptly at the moment it just sounded, and then there was the popping sound of arrows piercing through the flesh, and this sound was still incessant.

Whether it was this player, or other players who were scrambling with him and using their fastest speed, they all encountered a blow to the head. One after another, the dull sound of the body landing on the ground, and in a short time, the black pressure was overwhelming, and the team composed of players closest to the city wall was instantly emptied!

Those who survived were just some of the luckier players. This luck stems from their perception of danger and their preparation.

For in their hands they do not hold only one weapon, but in the other they also hold a shield. It is precisely because of the shield that they do not run fast, falling behind the fast players, and when the rain of arrows comes, of course, the fastest players will die, and as long as they put the shield up in time, there will be no accidents.

That's all there is to it, the player hiding behind the erected shield is pale and palpitating. Listening to the tinkling sound of the shield, they didn't even have a chance to go out, let alone want to rush into the city and be the "first bird" to enter the city first!

Come on, let's honestly wait for the Han army to capture the city, and then see what oil and water can be fished! That's what the surviving players are thinking, and those who dare to come later, only to visit from afar.

Because the player who saw the light before, the future he saw, the bright place, was actually the bright light reflected by the torch! In the light, there is a Yellow Turban Army soldier who is waiting for them, taking the lives of the players, and it is the Yellow Turban Army archer at the front of the queue who makes the future bleak.

The icy rain that was stopped by the arrows was just right for the players who were also facing the rain of arrows. Hardly any player has been able to survive such a dense rain of arrows, and even the corpses of dead players are not just a feathered arrow, but a dense collection of arrows.

The arrow enters the player's body, completely obscuring the flesh, leaving only the shaft and tail feathers exposed. There was a wind from outside the city that passed through the city gate, bringing a strong smell of blood, and also making those tail feathers begin to swing slightly, and at a glance, it looked like one after another, blood-stained tombstones.

"Boom."

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the peace in the hustle and bustle of the moment, and Dong Zhuo led the cavalry to arrive, not long after the city gate was breached, just after these players were shot. The cavalry poured in, and the horses' hooves trampled on the corpses of the players, and the flesh they brought up was thrown in all directions, and it could not make the unruly and cold gaze linger for a moment.

"Retreat!" The Yellow Turban Army generals standing at the back of the queue shrank their pupils and immediately roared!

"Sword and shield hands out! Shield! ”

"Pikemen step forward, bayonet!" His roaring voice was incomparably poignant.

"For the sake of Huang Tian, kill!"

Just the moment after he gave the order, the cavalry led by Dong Zhuo had already come before breaking through the obstacles behind the city gate. The arrows fired by the retreating wave of archers just now killed or wounded many of the cavalrymen who charged forward.

But this did not change their march, and even if some unlucky ones fell from their horses, they could not be exchanged for the slightest moment's delay in the cavalry behind. They just bumped into each other like that, no matter whether it was a comrade in front of them who was still alive and not dead, or the Yellow Turban Army soldier who was the enemy, there was only one word, rush!

Rush Rush! Rush over, break the enemy's defenses, trample their hearts and minds with horses' hooves, trample their bodies!

North City Gate.

The battle at the head of the city did not stop, and it was mired in a tug-of-war. On every piece of masonry on the head of the city, there is the blood of more than one, or even more than a dozen soldiers of the Han army and the Yellow Turban Army. The red blood stained the masonry into a piece, and then penetrated down the gap to the bottom.

The battle never seemed to stop. Every time the Han army captures an inch, the Yellow Turban Army will recapture it, constantly entangled, and the death of soldiers one by one, in exchange for the situation that has not changed.

Now the whole city has become a meat grinder, turning those living lives into lifeless corpses. The Han Army and the Yellow Turban Army are no longer just attacking and defending, what they are now competing with is whose will will will be broken first.

If the will of the Han army is broken, the morale of the soldiers will weaken to the bottom, and naturally they will no longer be able to take the city.

The will of the Yellow Turban Army will collapse, and the morale of the soldiers will also collapse, and they will no longer be able to defend against the attack of the Han army.

Under the city, Lu Zhi's Chinese army had moved to a position three hundred meters in front of the city wall. This distance is very close to the northern city wall, but the Chinese army has never moved, including the rear army, and all along, the only force used by Lu Zhi to attack the city is the forward and the strength of the front army.

He was the main force, and naturally had the most powerful force in the Han army, as well as the largest number of soldiers. The other three sides that Huangfu Song and the three of them were responsible for, and the power used to siege the city was the strength of the entire army delivered to them, and they didn't seem to be like Lu Zhi, who still had spare strength.

Lu Zhi looked at the head of the city under the banner of the Chinese army, his brows furrowed, and there was no trace of joy that his own army had captured the city.

Replaced by some siege troops, I am afraid that it is already extremely happy now, because it is one point closer to victory. In a siege battle, being able to capture the head of the city is already two points in the chance to win, because it is a city, a city wall, and being able to attack it also means that the defensive power of the city has begun to weaken.

Lu Zhi's hand unconsciously clenched the reins of the war horse in his hand, and he knew very well that the defensive strength of Guangzong City was not half weakened. What he relies on is only surprises, and this kind of opportunity is only once, and it is painstakingly created. If you lose it, then it will be difficult to have such an opportunity, and if you want to attack the city, with the current results, the price you have to pay will be several times over!

The reason why he hesitated now that he had not pressed the Chinese army and transferred the rear army was because all the main forces of the Yellow Turban Army were not only here! If the army is pressed, then if the Yellow Turban Bandits attack from behind, then the whole situation will deteriorate instantly. This is also the reason why Lu Zhi hesitated, and it was because of this that he was slow to make up his mind.

"That's it. The soldiers are fast, and now the competition is who is faster than whom, and there is also a rear army to guard against it, even if there is a sneak attack by the Yellow Turban Thief Army, it will not be defeated. Lu Zhi muttered in a low voice, having made up his mind, and there was no trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Any hesitation, hesitation is only when you are thinking. When he makes up his mind completely, then Lu Zhi's speed of action will become extremely fast and very decisive.

"Order, Mingjin marches!" He pulled out the sword at his waist, and pointed it at the city wall of Guangzong.

"Knock knock!" The original low drum beats became dense and fast, and the sound and force of the percussion continued to increase.

This is not the thunder before the storm, and it is also the signal that Lu Zhi used to advance.

One into the thunder, two into the thunder, three into the thunder. A signal for a march will be used with such a drumbeat. The front army is advanced, then the Chinese army, and finally the rear army, and now it is the second march drum, which is naturally the Chinese army! After that, it will become the usual morale-boosting drum sound, and when Lu Zhi wants to press everything up, there will be a third march drum, and the third drum will definitely not sound at will.

Just when Lu Zhi ordered his Chinese army to march, suddenly a cavalry cavalry with a herald order flag in his hand caught up with the Chinese army that was advancing. He went straight to the place where Shuai Qi was, and the news that came back immediately made Lu Zhi stunned.

"What? The Nanyang Yellow Turban Thief Army came from behind?! ”

But his mood immediately calmed down, and he did not give the order to withdraw his troops.

Because of this situation, he was already prepared.

"I just hope Cao Cao, Zhan Feng won't let me down."

(End of chapter)