“3，2，1！” Gan Xing silently counted in his heart, and with his last word, the impact force from the shield suddenly declined after an extremely high peak. The rain of arrows stopped.

Gan Xing jumped up from the ground and threw the shield with many marks on the front of the city, he twisted his wrist, and with the sound of bones moving, Gan Xing walked back and forth on the city.

"Quick, get up! The Yellow Turbans are attacking the city again! He walked past the slower-moving players and regular soldiers, sometimes even kicking them lightly in the ass to get some of the nervous recruits to react. The recruits even had panic on their faces, staring at their comrades who had just been alive and now dead, their fears growing and they didn't know what they were supposed to do.

There were many veterans on the city wall who were just like Gan Xing, and after the rain of arrows from the Yellow Turban Army disappeared, they stood up as soon as they woke up these recruits from their panicked state. Many veterans act rudely, even violently, but for these veterans, it doesn't matter, they don't have time to slowly do psychological construction for these recruits, and they don't even have time to tell them some common sense about the battlefield.

As long as he survives, then everything is fine, and as long as he is alive, even a farmer will be able to become a veteran in the near future. If he had been a little longer and had participated in a little more battles, then maybe he would have become an elite soldier, a veteran of a hundred battles.

"Hurry, hurry! If you don't want to die, hurry up! Heat up the boiling oil, get the logs and rocks ready, and be sure to wait until the enemy gets close before throwing them! Scratch the hook hand and prepare to destroy the enemy's ladder as soon as it hits him. "A middle-aged general at the head of the city was giving orders, holding a round shield, standing at the gap in the battlements and observing the situation below.

"Archer prepare!" He took a few steps back and shouted.

"Help!"

"Help us, we don't want to die!"

……

The vanguard of the Yellow Turban Army under the city, well, it was a large group of displaced people who approached the corner of the city wall at the city gate, and they cried and begged for mercy from the Han soldiers at the head of the city. But even so, they are still moving forward, and they are trampled to death along the way, and many people are injured by the stepping, and once they accidentally fall, then they will never have a chance to get up. At the end, the Yellow Turbans kept driving them forward, and there was not even a pause, so they could only move forward, and as for those companions on the ground who were in the same situation as them, they didn't care.

"General Huang! What are we going to do? The colonel ran up and asked the middle-aged general.

Not only was he confused, but so were the soldiers below, and they really didn't know what to do in this situation. Because the enemies below are clearly ordinary people, at most they are just exiles who have been coerced, and they really don't know what to do with them.

"What should I do?" The middle-aged general's face showed a touch of helplessness.

He looked at the little colonel and said slowly, "The Yellow Turban Thieves are going to use these outcasts to clamp us down. If I'm not mistaken, you can look it up and see if there are any homeless people among these people who are significantly different from the people around you? ”

"There are still countless people in Nanyang City. As for them, when they believed in the Yellow Turban Thief, they must have been ready to bear the consequences, right? ”

The middle-aged general said indifferently: "Archer! 45 degree angle, projectile! ”

As the middle-aged general's order was issued, the archers at the head of the city raised their bows one after another, and the bowstrings were bursting, and the feathered arrows were already flying towards the bottom of the city wall.

A scream of "Ah......hhhh They had little protection, not even a shield or a plank, and their bows and arrows hit them almost without hindrance, and were embedded in their bodies.

The homeless people stopped and began to retreat, but they did not take a few steps back, and more than a dozen screams were heard from behind the homeless crowd. The homeless people in front followed the screams and looked back, and saw a group of Yellow Turban soldiers in the rear holding high long knives, the blood on the knives kept dripping, and along with them, there was also a knife light, slashing at those retreating homeless!

Zhang Dashuai said! Each of you can get a bag of food for breaching Nanyang City, and at least you won't necessarily die! But if you stand back, you will die! A Yellow Turban Colonel shouted, slashing off the head of an outcast.

"Do you hear me clearly? Retreat from the latter, die! He let out a loud shout.

Under the violent tactics of these Yellow Turban soldiers in the back, the retreating homeless people began to move forward again, swarming towards the gate of Nanyang City. There was an inexplicable glint in everyone's eyes, maybe because there were many people, so there was still luck in their hearts, maybe they wouldn't be the one who died unlucky.

"Keep shooting! They must not be allowed to get close to the walls. The middle-aged general's face at the head of the city became more and more gloomy.

He stared downward, such a huge army, and there were so many displaced people to drive, and there were also a lot of siege weapons, that he couldn't help frowning.

At present, the damage to the four gates is still very light, but according to the estimated proportion of the number of people on both sides, as the war continues, I am afraid that the soldiers guarding the four gates will become smaller and smaller. As for the yellow turban thieves below, there are at least tens of thousands of troops! And the strength that can fight in Nanyang City is only thirty or forty thousand, and with the power of the strong city, it can resist the previous attacks.

Even in terms of the ratio of battle losses between the two sides of the siege battle, the losses suffered by the defenders were small, but even if the Yellow Turban Thieves and their own soldiers suffered 10 to 1 battle losses, it was unacceptable. As the saying goes, if you hurt 1,000 enemies, you will lose 800 yourself, but for the huge number of Yellow Turban Thieves, even if you hurt 1,000 enemies and lose 1,000 yourself, it is acceptable for them.

Therefore, the war situation is not optimistic. At least in the discussion between the middle-aged general and Qin Taishou, it is not enough to blindly defend the city, and it is necessary to seize an opportunity to break the situation, otherwise it will just be passively beaten, and the battle situation will become more and more deteriorating.

"Uncle!" Gan Xing dragged his knife to the middle-aged general.

"You kid." The middle-aged general laughed, and then his eyes fell on the blood stains on Gan Xing's clothes, as well as the bloodied long knife, he nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Not bad." ”

Immediately he turned around again, his brow suddenly jumping, and his gaze fell into the distance. If he's not mistaken, it's supposed to be, trebuchet?!

(End of chapter)

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