The system can only follow the rhythm of the system step by step.

Countdown, over.

The Great War has arrived.

"General Huang, the task of defending this section of the city wall will be handed over to you!"

It is a section of the city wall hundreds of meters long.

With the five people of Huangquan alone, they will definitely not be able to hold it.

There were too many Han troops.

Five people guarded the city wall of hundreds of meters, no matter how powerful Huangquan was, he couldn't do it.

Fortunately, the system is very generous this time, and Huangquan is equipped with a full thousand Yellow Turban Army, and with the addition of this thousand Yellow Turban Army, everyone's defensive pressure is suddenly reduced.

"Little bell, add status!"

"Remember, don't export, your mission is to add blood and resurrection, and make sure to ensure the safety of these thousand Yellow Turban Army."

"Lao Mo, pay attention to the few of you when you rush to kill, and cover more to cover these Yellow Turban Army."

It's all a bunch of NPCs, though.

But.

It was about the final clearance evaluation, in order not to lower the evaluation because of the death of the Yellow Turban Army, Huang Quan had to tell them again and again until they were irritable.

Then.

Huang Quan began to arrange the defense of the 1,000 Yellow Turban Army.

Five hundred melee swordsmen fought on the outermost periphery to fend off the enemy who climbed the city walls.

Four hundred long-range archers, standing a little later, meet the enemy with their feathered arrows.

The remaining hundred, except for a few intelligence soldiers, most of the others are auxiliaries who control the equipment to defend the city.

It is said that it is an instrument, but it is actually very simple, not to mention a catapult, and there is not even a heavy crossbow.

Fortunately, not long ago, Huang Quan led people to do a lot of side quests, and stockpiled some sandalwood and rolling stones, which were used in the defense of the city, which was also very powerful.

The wind, blowing, with an anxious and bloodthirsty breath.

The wind is moving.

People are also moving.

In the distance, a boundless black line leaps into view.

Han Army.

The Han army, known as 300,000, came from all directions to besiege this lonely city.

"Hold on, you must hold on!"

"With the blessing of the wise man, this battle will be won!"

"If we win this battle, we can overthrow the Han Dynasty and establish a peaceful world!"

"General Tiangong! General Tiangong! General Tiangong! ”

on the city walls.

Inside the city.

on the streets.

Coincidentally, the soldiers and people of the Yellow Turban Army shouted for their leader.

Not just the leader of the army, but also the leader of the spirit.

It was under the leadership of Zhang Jiao that this group of people at the lowest level dared to take up rudimentary weapons against the Han army.

It was also under the leadership of Zhang Jiao that the Yellow Turban Army had many victories at the beginning of the uprising.

And because of this.

At the beginning of this life-and-death battle, spontaneously, everyone looked for their leader.

"Not good!"

Seeing the suspicious eyes that gradually appeared around him, Huang Quan secretly screamed that it was not good.

Zhang Jiao is sick.

As for what kind of disease it is, even Huangquan does not know.

Whether it is dead or alive, I don't know.

Huang Quan didn't know.

It is estimated that there are only a few people in the entire Yellow Turban Army who know the truth.

"It's a big problem!"

"Gotta find a way to divert the attention of these Yellow Turbans!"

"We can't let them stare at Zhang Jiao, otherwise, the morale will collapse in an instant."

But.

How to distract the Yellow Turbans?

Huang Quan was thoughtless.

Unexpectedly.

Just when Huang Quan was thinking hard.

In the crowd, several loud shouts suddenly rang out.

"The anti-thief Zhang Jiao is dead, and you are about to be defeated, so you will be captured before you are tied!"

"Hahaha, General Tiangong? Hahaha, I'm laughing to death! ”

"The clown who jumps off the beam also dares to be the enemy of my big man, and the fate of Zhang Jiao is the end of you!"

"Surrender, surrender quickly!"

It's messed up.

These loud shouts were like throwing a big stone into the lake, breaking the peace in an instant.

Doubts turned into horror.

The horror soon spread throughout the city.

"Kill them, kill them!"

"Evil words confuse the public, bewitch the hearts of the army, kill, kill!"

"What are you still doing standing stupidly, go on, kill them!"

"Don't believe them, they are spies of the Han army, the great sage and good teacher are still alive, and the good teacher is still alive!"

The angry Guan Hai, while roaring, brandished his halberd, stabbed the spy next to him into the air, and fell down the city wall.

Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang and others are also shouting.

Useless.

In previous battles, Zhang Jiao has never been absent, even if he does not participate in the battle, he always stands on a high platform for everyone to see.

This time, no.

It's not just that this time there isn't.

The Yellow Turban Army at the bottom, after thinking about it carefully, found in a panic that it seemed that they hadn't seen the great sage and good teacher for several days.

"It's over, the sage is really gone."

"Woo woo, we're going to die, we're all going to die!"

"I would have known that I wouldn't have rebelled, woo woo!"

"Surrender, we can't beat the Han army, they're too strong!"

Weeping.

Wailing.

Sluggish.

Morale began to collapse, such a collapse, unless Zhang Jiao immediately stood up and clarified, otherwise, no one could recover it.

The faces of Zhang Liang and the others turned pale.

Huang Quan's heart was also bitter.

"It's over."

"Originally, the number of people was several times less than that of the Han army, but now there is no morale, and they can't hold it, they can't hold it at all!"

No matter how strong they are, there are only five people in Huangquan, and they can only defend the city wall of hundreds of meters in front of them.

Once the city is broken.

Once the army is defeated.

Failure is inevitable, and there is no possibility of recovery, even if a way to treat Zhang Jiao is found afterwards, it is useless.

"No, we can't let the morale break!"

"There's no way, that's it!"

There is no way back.

It's all or nothing.

"Lao Mo, the city wall is handed over to you!"

As soon as Huang Quan said this, everyone instantly understood his thoughts.

"Boss, wouldn't it be too risky to do this?"

"No, there are too many enemies."

"Go, the walls are given to us!"

"Thief, wait for you to come back!"

There is persuasion.

There are also supportive ones.

Huang Quan, who had made up his mind, waved his hand directly at everyone, and then jumped off the city wall.

Exclamations, suddenly.

"Someone jumped off the wall!"

"Kill him, kill him, this guy wants to surrender!"

"Surrender? I guess it's going to fall into meat sauce. ”

"Damn, if it weren't for this wall, I would have surrendered a long time ago."

"Shhhhh

Ignore the creeps' conversations.

Zhang Liang frowned and looked at the yellow spring under the city wall.

Could it be said?

Zhang Liang's brows twitched suddenly.

"General Huang, be careful!"

Huang Quan is a Yangwei general who was personally raised by Zhang Liang.

From that map that recorded intelligence, Zhang Liang witnessed the battlefield myth of five horsemen destroying tens of thousands.

At this moment, seeing Huang Quan jumping off the city wall, Zhang Liang, who was already desperate, suddenly had hope.

Turned.

Zhang Liang looked at the big tent of the Chinese army in the center of the city.

"Big brother, you must hold on!"