At this moment, three hundred meters in front of the Han army's camp, the Yellow Turban army had already assembled and was approaching violently. In front of them, one beacon after another stretched into the Han army camp.

Each beacon tower does not stand alone, and there is a beacon tower on its left and right. On each beacon tower, there were 100 Han soldiers led by the centurion, watching each other, and no matter which direction the Yellow Turban Army attacked, they could find their whereabouts. And in the case of a surprise attack, even if one beacon tower does not have time to light the beacon, then the other two beacons on the left and right can even light the beacon.

There were nine of them, and there were three beacons every hundred meters, and it was ridiculous to place beacons at such a close distance. However, this was in a state where the camp was blocked by a thick fog, so it was not a ridiculous problem to set up a beacon. On the contrary, with the warning function of the beacon tower, coupled with the soldiers guarding the beacon tower, the current Han army camp is almost invulnerable.

These beacons are one nail after another, and the attacking Yellow Turban Army, whether they want to or not, must pull out these nails in order to attack smoothly. But let's attack, the army is pressing, just for the sake of this beacon where the hundred Han soldiers are stationed, there is some fuss. Sooner or later, they will have to withdraw their troops back to Guangzong City, and if they garrison, they will also be encircled and swallowed by the Han army. If you don't garrison the army, it will be recaptured by the Han army.

These beacon towers are really like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon them. Now it is this problem that is placed on Zhao Hong and Bocai, whether they make a feint or not, these beacons have become an obstacle on the way forward, and they must be removed.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The centurion of the outermost beacon tower sighed, and when he saw the traces of the Yellow Turban Army, he immediately shouted loudly.

The soldiers behind him immediately picked up the torches and lit the pyre that had been piled up on the beacon tower, and suddenly, the flames rolled up, carrying thick smoke and drifting towards the sky. In the past few tens of seconds, all the Han soldiers who were guarding on the beacon tower immediately felt a scorching breath burning their backs, causing beads of sweat on their backs to drip continuously.

All the soldiers looked at the Yellow Turbans who were swarming over, and without a trace of fear on their faces, they drew their bows and shot arrows at the Yellow Turbans. Even if they only had more than a hundred people and couldn't kill or injure many Yellow Turban soldiers, it didn't hinder their attack! Even if you die, you must bring a few Yellow Turban thieves, and they are willing to die like this!

Being on an isolated island, facing the wave of the Yellow Turban Army, there are no reinforcements. From the time they were sent to garrison the beacon, they knew their fate for a long time, but they did not complain at all. The military order is like this, as soldiers, they can only follow the military order, not to mention the heroic scene when the death battalion went out to fight a few days ago. Compared with the death battalion, which has a lot of casualties in every battle, these people are nothing.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Report the news to Lu Shuai! "One of the generals stationed outside the fog instructed the soldiers beside him to immediately tell him to convey the news that the main force of the Yellow Turbans had begun to attack.

In just a few minutes, Lu Zhi, who was sitting in the handsome tent, got the news.

"How many?" He asked, looking up.

"About 20,000 people." The soldier who had been brought into the tent pondered for a moment to make sure that his estimate was not wrong, and then finally replied.

"Alright, you go down." Lu Zhi waved his hand, and after the soldier left, he picked up the book of soldiers in his hand again and continued to read it.

"Lu Shuai, 20,000 Yellow Turban Bandits, there are some threats here." Another middle-aged general in the tent spoke, he was the deputy marshal who followed Lu Zhi.

"Of course there is a threat. But this threat is long gone. Lu Zhi raised his eyes and said softly.

"The wide range of the camp is only a little away from the fog. There are 10,000 soldiers stationed there, and these 10,000 soldiers are ready to resist the frontal onslaught. ”

"What's more, the main force of the Yellow Turban Thieves on the front is only 20,000 people. The 20,000 men are only feinting, and of course they are also tasked with attacking at any time. It's just that the premise is that the Yellow Turban thief army from Yingchuan succeeds in breaking the camp. ”

"So, there's nothing to worry about. As long as Zhang Jiao's main force does not move, I will not move either. In response to all changes with the same, although the first strike can be controlled, it is also easy to be countered, and I am now going to force the Yellow Turban Thieves into a corner and let them fight with us. Or hide in the city of Guangzong and surround and annihilate it. Lu Zhi said slowly.

The former is what he hopes for the most, which is a decisive battle with the main force of the Yellow Turban Army, and now Huangfu Song of the Yingchuan battlefield has also led the army to come, with the possibility of a decisive battle. The latter, however, is the next best option, and the siege may have more casualties than the decisive battle, but it has the possibility of being able to annihilate all the Yellow Turban Army, UU read the book uukanhet most of the troops.

"I see." After listening to Lu Zhi's words, the sect member also relaxed. Now he finally knew why Lu Zhi was so relaxed, and he was not surprised by all the unexpected situations, but it turned out that everything had been expected for a long time.

If he does not move like a mountain, no matter how slanting the wind and drizzle, he can't shake it in the slightest.

This is the sect member's impression of Lu Zhi at this moment, and it is also a true portrayal of Xiahoudun at this moment.

After the corner of the Han army camp was completely opened, although the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army were surprised, they still did not choose to retreat. These preparations, traps, were all seen as a sign of weakness of the Han army.

After clearing the ground of those annoying knick-knacks, they braved the rain of arrows on their heads and launched a chargeable charge towards the rear of the Han army. At this moment, Xiahoudun appeared on their path, wearing a helmet and holding a spear in his hand.

In the past few days, he and Xiahou Yuan have taken turns to be on duty, which is the rear camp of the Han army. It's just that during the time he was on duty, the Yellow Turban Army attacked.

A single shot was stabbed, stirring the entire surrounding air, and the spear penetrated through the chest of one of the Yellow Turban soldiers. Without a pause, Xiahoudun immediately pulled it out, and a puddle of blood scattered around. The barrel of the gun swung to the side and slammed into the back of another Yellow Turban soldier, knocking him to the ground, spurting a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The gun moved as he wished, and Zhangsan's spear formed an incomparably gorgeous gun surround, bringing up a puff of blood scattered one after another. Every soldier of the Yellow Turban Army who stepped into the arms just appeared, and the next moment Xiahoudun's spear would appear in that place, picking or stabbing, sometimes with a slight stroke from the throat, and the tip of the spear would bring out a line of blood.

He was the unshakable mountain, blocking the onslaught of hundreds of soldiers in front of him.

(End of chapter)