The nine subordinates assigned to Yang Zhao were also temporarily recruited recruits.

They were armed only with a ring-headed sword, without armor, and went to battle after two days of training.

The nine people stood crookedly in front of Yang Zhao, looking a little nervous, nervous about the battlefield.

"Nervous, right?"

Yang Zhao asked.

They nodded slightly.

Yang Zhao said again: "You are all from Yecheng, just think about it, if Yecheng is lost, your family, relatives, and still have a chance to survive?" ”

"Defend the city, it's not Yecheng that is guarded, but your home."

"You're fighting for your family."

"Got it?"

He asked in a loud voice.

These nine people are not demoralized and confident enough.

Hearing Yang Zhao's question, they were quiet for a while, and finally stood in the middle, and a relatively strong man said, "Understood!" ”

He was alone, shouting loudly.

"Yes, what's your name?"

"It's a subordinate Rui, and it's a captain!"

"Others, dumb?"

Yang Zhao looked at the remaining eight people and said sharply: "Don't you understand? ”

"Got it!"

They finally shouted.

"If the Yellow Turban Moth Thieves come to attack the city again, you follow me, I don't guarantee that you will all survive, but I will try to keep you alive."

Yang Zhao continued: "This is my responsibility as a chief! ”

"Good!"

Fang Rui and the others said in unison.

They all saw just now how fierce Yang Zhao was in killing the enemy and how strong his ability was.

By this chief's side, life should be guaranteed.

Boosting their morale, Yang Zhao asked them to rest temporarily, looked left and right, and found that next to the body of an archer, there was a bow and more than a dozen arrows scattered.

The corpses of the enemy were thrown down by the soldiers on the tower.

The corpses of the Yecheng guard soldiers were also moved down the city tower to be disposed of, the owner of the bow and arrow died, and became ownerless, and the scene was chaotic and no one put it away for the time being.

Yang Zhao took it in his hand and pulled the bowstring.

The bow was less than a stone's strong, and he could easily pull it away, deciding to stay by his side and try his archery skills later.

To defend the city, in addition to smashing wood and stones, pouring boiling water and other means, bows and arrows are also important weapons.

"Next, I will probably have to fight many battles with the Yellow Turban Army, and if you want to survive on the battlefield in Yecheng, you must first make yourself stronger."

Yang Zhao looks back on this history.

The Yellow Turban Army attacked Jizhou, and in the end, Lu Zhi led troops to rescue.

As long as they hold out until Lu Zhi's reinforcements arrive, they will be victorious, but who knows when Lu Zhi will kill him, the more than 30,000 guards in the city can only hold on to the end.

"Get stronger, stay alive!"

Yang Zhao thought in his heart.

Not only to live in Yecheng, but also to live in the turbulent times of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and continue to grow stronger.

The soldiers on the Fengyang Gate rested for less than half an hour.

Knock knock!

The drums of war are beating again.

The soldiers jumped up at the same time and looked down the city, only to see that the Yellow Turban Army had come to attack the city again.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

The enemy is still fierce, looking at the formation under the city, there are more than 10,000 people to attack, and now the guards on the Fengyang Gate are less than four thousand, and Yang Zhao feels a lot of pressure.

"Pick up your arms and fight quickly!"

Yang Zhao shouted at Fang Rui and the others behind him.

Lin Pu, who was in charge of Fengyang Gate, mobilized the remaining more than 3,000 people to smash all kinds of things defending the city into the enemy's ladder.

Yang Zhao pulled his bow and arrows.

Eye-to-eye!

Heart!

Hand to hand!

Yang Zhao concentrated, aimed at a Yellow Turban Army commander who ran over, and shot down with an arrow.

This is long, and it fell in response.

Fang Rui's eyes were instantly full of admiration and admiration.

Shi Chang not only kills the enemy so fiercely with his sword, but also has such strong archery skills.

Yang Zhao ignored their adoring gaze, pulled his bow again, and shot out another arrow, but the entry-level archery technique was still a little worse, the distance was a little farther, and the hit rate was greatly reduced.

He no longer shoots enemy officers in the distance, but ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers who are about to climb the ladder.

Climbing enemies, the distance is very close, almost every shot.

Lin Pu, who was commanding from a distance, was shocked when he saw this, he didn't expect Yang Zhao's archery skills to be so good, he was about to have the level of the shooting sound battalion of the fifth school of the Northern Army, and his overall ability far exceeded that of ordinary soldiers.

This fierce man, he thinks he can recommend it to the top, please take credit in advance.

Now there are not many officers who can defend the city, Yang Zhao is undoubtedly capable and cohesive, and he can repel the enemy just now, all relying on Yang Zhao to lead the soldiers guarding it.

If Yang Zhao is promoted, the pressure on the defenders may be reduced a lot.

Yang Zhao was still shooting the enemy.

More than a dozen arrows were quickly shot by him.

"Why, the Yellow Turban Moth Thief has climbed up."

A soldier said in a panic.

"Afraid of a hammer, cut him!"

Yang Zhao threw his bow aside, drew his ring-headed sword, and slashed at the enemy who had just climbed up.

"Kill!"

Fang Rui was not far behind, following Yang Zhao's side and stabbing an enemy to death.

The other eight saw it, and the tension was gradually replaced by fighting.

This time, there were more enemies attacking the city, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who climbed up were in a constant stream.

The other chiefs, seeing that Yang Zhao was still brave, hurriedly led the troops to fight beside Yang Zhao, and the city towers here were defended, but the other city towers were soon torn apart.

Countless Yellow Turban soldiers climbed up through the ladder.

Lin Pu was really difficult to support, and seeing that Yang Zhao's situation was very good, he asked for help: "Yang Zhao, you bring someone over to help me!" ”

Yang Zhao turned back to the other officers and said, "You stay here, continue to defend, I'll help Sima!" ”

Then, he took nine of his subordinates and went to Linpu to kill them.

"Kill!"

Yang Zhao shouted.

At this time, the level of the system rose to lv10, and the sword technique was added by him to the intermediate level after proficiency.

Only then did he figure out that the improvement of a skill is divided into three major levels: entry, proficiency and mastery, and below each major level, there are three small levels: primary, intermediate and advanced.

Yang Zhao was upgraded and added, his strength was stronger, his knife speed was faster, he slashed several Yellow Turban soldiers, and the other guard soldiers immediately followed behind this fierce man when they saw this, and strongly reversed the disadvantage here.

One by one, they cut down the enemies who had ascended the tower.

The army is a group battle, and it needs an example to boost morale and drive the morale of the army, and Yang Zhao is undoubtedly that role model.

Killed for more than half an hour.

Clang!

In the Yellow Turban Army, Mingjin's voice came again.

The enemy retreated for the second time, or a full retreat, and at the gates on the four sides of Yecheng, all the Yellow Turban troops besieging the city retreated.

Fengyang Gate, guarded again.

Yang Zhao was so tired that he gasped, so he found a random place to sit down, and looked back at Fang Rui and them.

Nine people, five left.

Four people were killed.

He had no mercy or sorrow, the battle just now was so fierce, and it was normal to die in battle, and said, "Rest well!" ”

Not long after resting, before Yang Zhao could open the system to add points, Lin Pu came again.

"Yang Zhao, I recommended you just now, and the lieutenant heard about you and wanted to see you."

He was still a little excited, feeling that he had discovered a talent, and continued: "Your chance has come!" ”