"Kill !!"

The deafening roar soared into the sky, and with Bocai's order, a large number of Yellow Turban troops outside the city in the north scattered in a hurry, and at the same time, on the other three sides, there were countless Yellow Turban troops who were not afraid of death and rushed towards the impregnable city in front, and they pushed the tall ladder and approached the city wall step by step.

Wu Han looked at the rear and felt that the Yellow Turban Army wearing a yellow turban was like a hideous yellow dragon at the moment, showing its fangs towards the prey in front.

On the tower of the city, the Eastern Han army defending the city, facing the Yellow Turban Army several times its own, still held the last remaining fighting spirit and dignity of the Eastern Han Dynasty orthodox army, and constantly blocked the advance of the Yellow Turban Army.

The crowd is surging, the wind is sweeping the sand, the soldiers are coming to the city, and the golden iron horse!

Wu Han silently looked at the picture presented in his eyes, and at the same time he felt a sentence in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a strong pleasure, that is the pleasure of being in charge of a thousand armies, and the pleasure of determining life and death with one word, after that feeling permeated his whole body, and even his entire soul and consciousness, Wu Han had to admit that he liked this feeling, and he liked this kind of feeling, and he liked this kind of feeling, and a plan could affect the life and death of others.

Power is addictive!

Now Wu Han has a deep understanding of this sentence, although it is only in the game, but the strong contrast between the past life and this life makes him understand it very thoroughly. It is no wonder that in the previous life, there were many people with prominent positions in reality, knowing that there was no hope of creating power in the continent, they would be willing to choose auxiliary professions such as strategists, it turned out that although strategists were hidden behind the scenes, they were also in charge of the life and death of countless people like the power lords!

After a short period of emotion, Wu Han was even more reluctant to fall into the same fate as history, the reason is self-evident, so he vowed to do everything he could to change the fate of Bocai and even the entire Yellow Turban Army in order to consolidate his advantage in this world.

When Wu Han sighed, the battle situation was changing rapidly, and the Yellow Turban Army had already set up the cloud ladder on the city wall under the rain of arrows, and soon it was close to the Eastern Han Army, and the tragic white-knuckle battle was about to break out.

Although the Yellow Turban Army was a rabble, it won because of its large number of people and high morale, while the Eastern Han Army, despite its well-equipped and well-trained troops, had recently suffered a series of defeats, and its morale was extremely low, and its originally strong combat effectiveness could not be exerted at all.

Under the advantages of the other, the Eastern Han army defending the city, although it had the advantage of the city wall, still had a tendency to be unable to resist the offensive of the Yellow Turban Army.

Of course, not all the people in the Eastern Han Army are demoralized, there is a category of people who are not affected by the defeat of the Han army in front, they are the players, whether it is the Yellow Turban Army or the Eastern Han Army, there are countless players. They will work hard for the sake of the task and the profit!

Therefore, although the vast majority of the Eastern Han army was tired of resisting the offensive of the Yellow Turban Army, some of the Eastern Han army were still fighting bloodily, frantically waving the weapons in their hands, fighting to the death to block any enemy who dared to attack.

"Humph!"

Wu Han watched from the wall under the city, and naturally he could find the abnormalities of those few people, but he only snorted coldly with disdain in his heart, and did not care or worry about the existence of the Eastern Han Army players.

A group of ordinary players who avoid a barking dog in reality, and don't go up to beat it up, face this kind of almost real war, and after seeing blood and death, how many people can inspire blood and fight without fear of death? After all, this is not the conventional online game of the past, but an extremely realistic virtual online game, and the immersive feeling will cause players to feel pain and death.

How many people can face death without fear, and face fear without fear?

I think at the beginning, I was also one of the countless ordinary players, so I know that the current players are not even qualified to be called cannon fodder!

After the disdain, there was a sigh of emotion, the experience of his previous life, so that Wu Han knew this answer.

He still remembers that when he first entered the novice world, when he faced the battle for the first time, he was scared without suspense, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart when he saw the scene of being killed in seconds, but at the same time, he also knew that the performance of other ordinary players was definitely not much better than his own, although a small number of them were different from ordinary people, but after all, they were a minority.

Of course, Wu Han also knows very well that the adaptability of players is amazing, and they will grow up quickly after a few battles, but that is not now, so Wu Han directly ignores the existence of other players, because their current strength is too weak to affect the situation at all.

"Qu Shuai, at present, our army is vigorous, and the Han army is powerless, so it is better to concentrate firepower and attack one point, which may have a miraculous effect."

The tragic battle continued, corpses continued to fall from the ladder or the city tower, the blood stained the city wall and the ground, the shouts of killing, the wail, resounded throughout the sky, Wu Han looked at this war promoted by himself, his heart was distracted for a while, and the picture of fighting at the forefront as cannon fodder in his previous life appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but take a sharp breath, and said again towards Bocai.

After finishing speaking, Wu Han regretted it and couldn't help shaking his head in his heart. It seems that I don't have the consciousness of a real strategist who talks and laughs and disappears, and I am so easily moved by compassion.

"Hmm."

However, it was useless for Wu Han to regret it, because Bo Cai had already agreed to his proposal, and quickly ordered to concentrate his forces and attack the east gate.

Although the Yellow Turban Army, which was not strict in military discipline, could not do the order to prohibit it, after Bo Cai gave the order, the huge Yellow Turban Army was able to quickly concentrate its firepower and attack the east gate of Changshe City recklessly.

"If nothing else, the long society should have taken it!"

Looking at the situation caused by his own push in front of him, Wu Han muttered in his heart, he knew very well that once the Yellow Turban Army concentrated its firepower and showed the posture of breaking through the city at all costs, then if nothing else, the fighting spirit of the Eastern Han Army defending the city would collapse in an instant, especially if there was a way out, no one would fight to the death.

This move is to besiege the division before, echoing from afar, attacking the fear of the Eastern Han army, once the psychological defense line of the Eastern Han army collapses, then they are a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and the attack on the city of Changshe is just around the corner.

But what is this inexplicable uneasiness, why do I feel that there are uncertainties about to appear, is this because I am overthinking, or am I ignoring something?

When everything developed as Wu Han expected, the Eastern Han army was fully defeated and retreated, and the Yellow Turban Army was about to break through the city tower and take Changshe City, Wu Han's heart suddenly surged a little throbbing, as if a huge crisis was imminent, and he was grabbed by a huge hand around his neck, suffocating and unable to breathe, but he didn't know what the reason was, so he could only be suspicious and let his heart be shrouded in dark clouds.

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