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At this time, Bo Cai's face was ugly, because in front of his eyes were more than a dozen hideous-looking heads.

In this era where countless people die every day, some heads are actually nothing to Bocai, who has countless lives in his hands;

But the crux of the matter is that the owners of these heads are all dark lines sent to the Han army.

Now that these heads appeared in the place where they intended to ambush, there was only one possibility—the Han army had long known that there were undercover agents of the Holy Army in their army, and they had planned to lead themselves into the trap they had already set.

Although no trace of the other party had been found at this time, Bo was sure that the Han army had already done a good job of burying pits and enclosing around here.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the south, west, and north sides to suddenly sound the sound of earth-shattering drums at the same time, and then the loud rumbling sound began to rapidly come towards the Yellow Turban Army from far and near.

The 280,000 troops of the Yellow Turban Army here are concentrated in a small basin with low cols, and the small basin is surrounded by sparse forests.

In order to hide his whereabouts, Bocai arranged all the troops here.

Originally, there was nothing, but the worst thing was that it was surrounded by the Han army at the moment, and there were only two ways to break through.

The first road is south, down the river bank.

However, it is very dangerous to do so, after all, if the enemy has a certain number of troops along the way, then the soldiers are likely to be forced into the watery river in a panic;

The second way is to the west, that is, to return to Yangzhai.

But since the Han army has done a good job of trapping, then their return must have been heavily armed, and it is too difficult to break through.

As for the other two directions, they are dead ends.

Not far to the east is the water, there are no rafts, and to the east it is a self-defeating road;

And to the north is the mountain, since there is an ambush of the Han army here, then most of the Zhang Min who went to the mountain are already more than lucky.

Bo Cai didn't know how the Han army had figured out these dark lines, but he knew that this was a crisis, but at the same time it was also a major opportunity.

Because the Han army did not know the real hole cards of the holy army.

"Pass the word and order the other four cities to immediately send troops to attack Changshe!

Tell them that the main force of the Han army will be firmly dragged here by Ben Shuai, and they must take the Changshe within half a day, at all costs! ”

"No!"

The messenger hurriedly complied, and then took out the hardboard and wrote hard;

Then he unloaded the pigeon cage behind him, took out a carrier pigeon, and stuffed the small letter scroll into the letter box tied to the pigeon's left paw......

Watching the carrier pigeon take off into the air, Bo Cai retracted his gaze.

Then a trace of ruthlessness appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he shouted with a slightly hideous expression: "Form a three-leaf formation, prepare to resist the enemy!" At the same time, twenty thousand troops of the first order were distributed to three sides.

If the situation is unstable, let them go to the sanctification!

The army can wait for an opportunity to counterattack and consume the strength of the Han army. When the time for initiation is approaching, immediately return to maintain the formation! ”

When all the generals heard the word "sanctification", their faces turned pale involuntarily.

The method of entering the Holy House is unpredictable, but it is also strange.

If an army is not led by someone above the rank of Grand Commander, then the scope of the method of initiation cannot be controlled at all.

When the time comes, its terrifying contagion spreads, and even if you don't want to use this method, you will lose your mind unknowingly, and then use the method of sanctification.

Fortunately, the target of Bo Cai is only the first-order co-followers, if not......

"No!"

On a raised hill to the west, Zhu Jun held a 100-mile mirror to observe the reaction of the Yellow Turban Army.

Seeing that the other party did not flee as expected, but still formed a formation in place, it seemed that he was going to hold on and wait for help.

Zhu Jun couldn't help but sneer.

This time, he brought out an army of 450,000 troops, and his combat power and quality were far from comparable to the Yellow Turban Army;

Coupled with the ten over-range trebuchets arranged on the east bank of the water, the other party is tantamount to waiting for death to do so.

As for the Changshe, although there are only 180,000 troops left, there are nearly a million strangers to assist.

Although the quality of those aliens is very poor, it is not a big problem to come to assist in defending the city.

After all, the number of people is there, even if they are only equivalent to the strength of the first-order co-conformist army, it can play a big role.

Zhu Jun put down the Baili Mirror, and then drank out a word indifferently but coldly: "Attack!" ”

As the fast-paced war drums spread in the Xiao Xiao wind, the next moment, the earth-shattering shouts of killing sounded, and then countless soldiers appeared on three sides of the Yellow Turban Army a kilometer away.

However, these armies did not continue to advance, but stopped in place and formed a defensive formation.

Just when Bo Cai was puzzled, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the air in the east.

Bo Cai couldn't help but beat his heart sharply, and he already had a guess in his head.

Sure enough, in the next moment, when he looked up at the source of the sound, ten huge black shadows dragged a long curved white line straight towards him......

Bo Cai's expression couldn't help but change greatly, he didn't expect the Han army to have such an arrangement.

Just as he was secretly gritting his teeth and hesitating, the ten huge things were already roaring into the crowd.

All of a sudden, the screams rang out one after another.

The ten giants turned out to be ten balls with a diameter of two or three meters.

The ball was mixed with stone and iron, and after it landed, they each killed and smashed dozens of people, and when the ball broke, countless pieces of broken iron wrapped inside splashed out, and hundreds of people were disabled in an instant.

This wave alone has caused two or three thousand casualties, and if this continues, I am afraid that it will really collapse before the battle.

Bocai gritted his teeth in hatred, and then pulled out a palm-sized silver round rune paper from his bosom with a painful face.

This is the most precious treasure given to him by God, although he is very reluctant, but in this situation, he has to use it.

Ordering someone to pick up a fallen gravel, Bo Cai took a deep breath, and then suddenly cut his finger with a knife;

Keep dripping blood onto the rune paper until it penetrates the stones below.

At this time, Bo Cai suddenly tore the rune paper in his hand in half, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Duh! ”

The two halves of the rune paper flew up suddenly, first floating in the air for a while, and then suddenly lightning away.

Looking in that direction, it was exactly where the ball came from before.

More than 1,000 meters away on the east bank of the water.

At this time, under the cover of the deep reeds, ten huge machines were being prepared for intense operation.

The ten stone bullets were already in place again, but just as the flag commander was about to wave the flag, two pieces of tissue paper flew over at a rapid pace.

Originally, the flag officer didn't care, but what happened next made him completely forget what he needed to do at the moment.

I saw that as two pieces of tissue paper fell to the ground, a group of translucent figures suddenly appeared inexplicably;

There are about four or five hundred of these figures in total, and the hundred figures in the front are even more like riding horses, and although the sharp blades in their hands are also very illusory, they give people a feeling of coldness.

The next moment, these figures suddenly rushed towards the nearly 1,000 people who were operating the trebuchets and guards.

Silent, silent, but breathless.

The others also noticed this strange scene at this time.

But although they were a little confused, they were not too afraid. After all, those things look like nothing, how can they possibly hurt them?

It's just that the facts are often too far from reality.

As the first person was beheaded by the Phantom, the crowd behind was almost killed in just three minutes.

Most of these trebuchet's guards were fourth-order hundred-battle soldiers, but they couldn't help those phantoms at all.

Because those phantoms don't have actual forms, even if they slash at each other's bodies, they won't have the slightest effect.

In this helplessness, all the men who operated the trebuchets were killed, and even the guards were left with less than thirty trembling men.

When Zhu Jun was smiling and admiring his masterpiece, he suddenly found that he hadn't seen the second round of stone bomb attacks for a long time.

Although the specific reason is not clear, it must be that those Yellow Turban Army used some strange methods.

At this moment, Zhu Jun finally paid attention to the Yellow Turban Army in his heart.

It seems that the other party's leader is not simple, otherwise his own arrangement will not always touch the nail.

Shaking his head, he simply no longer pinned his hopes on the over-range trebuchet, and Zhu Jun gave the order for a formal siege.

The morning light was white, and the dawn of the sky began to slowly spread between the heavens and the earth. It was supposed to be a beautiful day, but at this time, there was a bloody battle going on on the west side of the water.

The Han army was obviously fully prepared, first suppressing and striking with strong bows and crossbows, and then the infantry pressed forward, and began to encircle and annihilate the Yellow Turban Army from three sides.

However, although the Han army had an advantage in all aspects and suffered great damage to the Yellow Turban Army, it was never able to disrupt the opponent's position.

Although Zhu Jun was impatient, he could only continue helplessly. After all, the fruits of victory were about to arrive, and he was naturally reluctant to give up.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

Many figures suddenly rushed out of the Yellow Turban Army from the top of the formation on three sides, and these people shouted something loudly while rushing towards the approaching Han army with a frantic expression.

Zhu Jun, who noticed this scene through the Baili mirror, couldn't help but be stunned. Is the commander of the Yellow Turban Army stupid? Actually sent someone out to die?

However, the next moment, Zhu Jun's expression changed greatly.

I saw that those Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed out seemed to have immortal bodies, and no matter how the Han army hit their vital points, it seemed to have no effect.

The Han army was stunned and caught off guard, but it was counterattacked by the Yellow Turban Army.

In the process of retreating, the corpses of the Han army were covered along the way.

In the previous quarter of an hour, the Han army had only lost less than a thousand people, but at this moment, in this short period of less than a hundred breaths, the Han army had killed thousands of people.

Zhu Jun's face suddenly became ugly, but he never expected such a situation.

He couldn't figure out what was going on with these yellow scarves......