"Yecheng must be captured before Lu Zhi arrives."

Zhang Liang looked at Pei Yuanshao and asked, "Do you have a way to break the city as soon as possible?" ”

Pei Yuanshao thought for a while and said: "Actually, there are not many guards in Yecheng, and the attack in the past two days has been blocked, but the next thing is not necessarily, the only thing we can do is to continue to attack and weaken the strength of the Yecheng guards in order to break the city." ”

Zhang Liang pondered for a long time, and couldn't think of any other way for the time being, and said: "What you said makes sense, I ordered the whole army to rest well, and tomorrow afternoon, if we launch a strong attack, I don't believe that Yecheng can hold on for so long." ”

There are still six days before Lu Zhi's arrival, and he thinks it is enough.

The next day at noon.

Yecheng.

Yang Zhao and the others were having lunch when suddenly a foul smell wafted from nearby.

Vomit......

This smell frightened many people, especially the soldiers who were eating steamed cakes, and almost vomited the acid water in their stomachs.

"Damn, it stinks!"

"What happened?"

Yang Zhao pinched his nose and looked outside.

I saw more than 100 soldiers, wrapping their noses and mouths with strips of cloth layer after layer, carrying dozens of wooden barrels to the city tower.

"Soldier, these are golden juices!"

A soldier said with a stench.

"Enough collected so quickly!"

Yang Zhao quickly figured out that with such a large population in the entire Yecheng, it was actually easy to collect gold juice.

From yesterday to now, enough to concentrate.

Not only did the soldiers send to Fengyang Gate, but the other gates were also covered with the stench of gold juice, and after they put down the barrels, they ran away as if fleeing, to get some fresh air.

"It stinks!"

Yang Zhao really couldn't hold it, tore off a sleeve and stuffed his nose, and swallowed half of the steamed cake in his hand with nausea.

"Waiter, how did they bring the gold juice?"

Fang Rui was puzzled, the plan of the golden juice to resist the enemy had not yet spread from the army.

Yang Zhao explained: "For those who defend the city, someone will set up a pot and prepare firewood, and I will cook dung." ”

"What?"

The guards nearby thought they had misheard something.

Yang Zhao looked at them and said in a loud voice, "Didn't you hear my order?" Prepare to boil dung, and whoever dares to spit out what has just been eaten, I will pour you gold juice first, and I will have to swallow it back for nausea. ”

The soldier who was eating lunch could only forcibly swallow the steamed cake.

After a while, someone finally brought the cauldron and firewood.

"Does it stink? It's really stinky, but I'm not afraid, you're still afraid of a fart, show me it! ”

Yang Zhao held his breath and poured a bucket of gold juice into the pot.

The taste is really sour.

"Ignition!"

Yang Zhao said again.

Soon, the firewood was ignited, and the smell of cooking was even more impressive, but seeing that the military was really not afraid, the others could only hold on and cook dung as planned.

Knock knock knock......

At this moment, the drums of war sounded again.

"Brothers, the Yellow Turban Moth Thief is here again."

"These gold juices are for the moth thief, Fang Rui will increase the heat for me, let the moth thief taste the fresh and hot gold juice first."

"Others brought me a few more cauldrons, keep cooking, don't stop!"

Yang Zhao said loudly.

Hearing that they were going to feed the yellow turban moth thief, the soldiers immediately became excited, and immediately someone brought in other cauldrons, as long as they imagined the picture of waiting for the meeting, they felt very excited!

Yang Zhao handed over the matter of cooking dung to them, and when they looked outside, they saw that the Yellow Turban soldiers were even more fierce than before, still shouting that slogan, and soon came to the bottom of the city tower.

"What, so stinky?"

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were close to the city tower, smelled a foul smell.

"This is the smell of golden juice, as if it came from Yecheng."

"It can't be the soldiers of Yecheng, scared by us, right?"

"Damn, what do you see up there?"

A Yellow Turban soldier looked up at the castle tower.

The others looked up at the same time, only to see a cauldron steaming hot and emitting a terrible stench, carried to the edge of the tower.

Another Yellow Turban soldier said, "The people of Yecheng are boiling gold juice, they won't ......"

Before the man could finish his words, a large pot of dung water fell from the sky and drenched the soldiers who had just approached the city wall.

"It's hot...... Scald me! ”

"Not only hot, but also smelly, vomiting ......"

"Help! I took two sips! ”

……

All kinds of wailing voices rang out from the city tower.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were about to attack the city, suddenly became a mess.

"General Rengong, the people of Yecheng are boiling and pouring dung to resist our siege."

Pei Yuanshao was stunned, how could he defend so disgustingly.

Although the distance was very far, Zhang Liang could smell the smell above, covered his nose and said: "The people of Yecheng are trying to disgust us, leave it all alone and continue to attack." ”

Then, the drums of the Yellow Turban Army's attack became more rapid.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had no choice but to rush forward, but while attacking the city, they kept vomiting, and their stomachs were about to vomit, I don't know how uncomfortable it was.

On the castle tower.

"Wait, the boiled gold juice has run out, and the rest has not been boiled yet."

Fang Rui said.

Yang Zhao said again: "Don't boil, just pour it down." ”

Whoa......

The dung water is like rain, and for the enemies who are close to the city wall, it is basically rain and dew.

Not only Fengyang Gate, but all other city gates are doing this, using gold juice to defend, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban are either so hot that they can't climb the ladder, or they are so stinky that they vomit and have no ability to attack the city, and they are suddenly in chaos.

"Retreat!"

The tragic situation of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Liang really couldn't stand it.

Clang......

With the sound of Mingjin coming, the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were tortured and bathed in dung, ran as fast as they could, scrambling to escape from the range of splashing dung.

This battle to defend the city was as easy as the Yecheng guards never imagined, and without a single person killed, the enemy retreated.

The soldiers who were disgusted with the golden juice before are now pouring dung and don't know how happy they are.

"Hold it again!"

I don't know which soldier, I raised my head and shouted.

Next, the guards of the entire southern tower cheered, forgetting the stench just now, and only the excitement of victory.

I was pressed and beaten a few days ago, how aggrieved I was, and now I am so excited that I vented my breath fiercely.