Brothers, give the resources in your hands to the scholars! For tomorrow's explosion, for the rise of "Chu Zhan", in order to make scholars feel worthy of their mother's support, and in order to make the brothers watch it more powerfully. Brothers, give flowers, collections, PK, and VIPs to scholars! Before today's first shift, the flowers were one hundred and nine, the collection was nineteen, and the rest were zero. ）

"Kill me." Hu Zuo waved his long sword, and his generals each led their headquarters soldiers and horses to rush forward.

This is Hu Zuo's third impact, the first two charges made Hu Zuo lose at least a thousand men, the only trace of reason left is long gone, at this time Hu Zuo has only one thought in his heart, that is, to rush in and kill well.

This time, Hu Zuo did not sweep behind the formation, but personally went out.

Hu held a sword in his left and right hands, and a long ladder in his left hand and rushed directly under the city wall. Hu Zuo's actions soon attracted Yan Yong's attention, and Yan Yong ordered the soldiers who were in charge of the attack with bows and arrows to focus on taking care of Hu Zuo. For a time, the arrows flying to Hu Zuo were like "locusts transiting".

But Hu Zuo is moving at a high speed at the moment, and the archers in charge of the attack cannot accurately position, so there are very few arrows that can shoot Hu Zuo, and Hu Zuo keeps hitting the iron arrows that shoot at him with the long sword in his hand, so there are no arrows that can hit Hu Zuo at all. The effect of these arrows was only to hinder the speed of Xia Hu Zuo.

"Wow! It's so violent! Commander, call for helpers. Yan Yong, who was standing on the city wall and commanding, saw that Hu Zuo was very brave, and even the archers couldn't deal with him, considering that his men had already fought two battles in a row, his physical strength was a little overdrawn. Therefore, Yan Yong shamelessly chose to order the trumpeter to blow the assembly horn to wake up the other guard battalion soldier who was sleeping in the military camp in the city at the moment.

Just when Yan Yong ordered the archers to pay attention to Hu Zuo, the Yellow Turban Army finally put the siege ladder on the head of the city, but before the first Yellow Turban sergeant had not climbed halfway up, a round rolling log was smashed down from the city wall by the Le'an sergeant. After smashing and deforming the siege ladder that the Yellow Turban Army had worked hard for a long time, the rolling wood slid all the way down the siege ladder, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who were climbing had to jump out of the car halfway. But the first one is dodged, and the second one gets hit, causing minor injuries.

After a pillar of incense, Hu Zuo finally put the siege ladder on the wall, and immediately four more Yellow Turban soldiers came over to help him stabilize the ladder. Hu Zuo grabbed the ladder and prepared to climb up. But as soon as he climbed two sections, he saw two spears against the two ends of his siege ladder, and then Hu Zuo's siege ladder was far away from the city wall, and Hu Zuo was a scoundrel and had to jump off the ladder.

"Waste, you can't even hold up a ladder, what are you doing to eat. Hey, over there, a few more to help Ben hold on. Hu Zuo first loudly reprimanded a few Yellow Turban soldiers who helped him carry the ladder, and then called a large group of people to prepare to climb the ladder again.

"Battalion commander, that yellow turban general is still ready to come up, should we give him some power?" At this moment, the third battalion has climbed to the top of the city and shared part of the task of defending the city, and the section of the city wall that the second battalion is responsible for happens to be the section where Hu Zuo took the ladder, and a non-commissioned officer of the third battalion said to the battalion commander.

"A company and a platoon immediately aimed and fired, and a company and two platoons held the head of the wall, and the enemy general would roll the log as soon as he climbed the siege ladder, and a row of three rows would prepare some special gifts for him. The second and third companies held their respective responsibilities and threw some oil at the crowded places. ** shouted a command to his corporal.

The sergeants of the third battalion moved when they heard the order, and a platoon of non-commissioned officers took out their crossbows and fired indiscriminately at Hu Zuo. Hu Zuo is worthy of being the general of the Yellow Turban, his martial arts are much stronger than the previous Yellow Turban, there are as many as thirty-six soldiers in a row, and the salvo of thirty-six people will be dodged by Hu Zuo, of course, Hu Zuo also has a few small injuries on his body.

"Forget it, the archers are aiming at the Yellow Turban creeps who are escalating ladders." **Seeing that the attack on Wang Fan was ineffective, they had to convert the archers' targets into yellow scarves for escalators, which made it difficult for those yellow scarves to escalate ladders, they had to help Hu Zuo to carry the ladder, and they couldn't move easily, almost a fixed target. The soldiers of the second platoon went down with a round of arrows, and a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers died. This made Le'anjun, who had been unable to deal with Hu Zuo, find a way to vent, and the speed of the launch was so fast that people were a little speechless.

When the soldiers in the second row saw Hu Zuo climb the ladder again, the rolling log in his hand immediately smashed towards the siege ladder. "Bang, bell." The sound kept ringing, the bamboo simple siege ladder was broken into two in two or three teas, Hu Zuo's chest was hit by a rolling log at the moment when the siege ladder broke, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, spitting out a mouthful of blood, Hu Zuo's personal guards immediately rushed up to protect Hu Zuo with their bodies and helped him up.

"Hu Zuo Xiaoer, the battalion commander will give you another big gift." Seeing Hu Zuo's embarrassment on the city gate, he was amused in his heart, and he made sarcastic remarks again. "Poof." Hu Zuo couldn't hold back the stimulation, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

**After saying that, with a wave of his right hand, three rows of soldiers suddenly appeared on the wall, raising black jars with both hands and throwing them down on the city wall. "It's not good, get out of here." Hu Zuo saw the situation on the city wall, and instinctively knew that something bad would happen, so he immediately spoke up and said to the guards around him. However, although Hu Zuo reminded the Yellow Turban soldiers, it was too late. **The reason why one row of rockets and three rows of oil tanks were ordered to be carried out at the same time was because Hu Zuo was afraid that Hu Zuo would see his reputation. The two steps were carried out at the same time, and before Hu Zuo's voice landed, the crockpot fell to the ground, and the oil and water splashed in all directions. The flames "rubbed" up, and the place where Hu Zuo had set up the siege ladder under the city wall has now become a sea of fire.

"Ahh Yes! ”

The screams continued to sound, and the Yellow Turban soldiers who did not retreat in time were mercilessly engulfed by the fire. The flames burning on the Yellow Turban soldiers were getting hotter and hotter, and the smell of burnt meat was slowly getting stronger. Some Yellow Turban soldiers on the edge of the fire jumped away from the fire as soon as they got caught in the fire, but the fire on their bodies showed an uncontrollable trend, so these Yellow Turban soldiers could only jump into the moat and borrow the water from the moat to extinguish the fire.

But the Yellow Turban Army, who jumped into the moat, could no longer come out, and under the moat were rows of sharp steel nails, and when they jumped down, the fire went out, and people were pierced by steel nails. Blood stained the entire moat.

** A single fire burned more than 200 Yellow Turban soldiers to death, and Yan Yong at the other end of the West Gate also aroused his interest. Moreover, the enemies of this section of the city wall that Yan Yong is responsible for are even more concentrated.

"Xiaoshun, you go to ** to move two oil cans and see how your battalion commander shows his might." Yan Yong said to a herald beside him.

"Good Ratcha!" After listening to Yan Yong's words, the herald named Xiaoshun immediately ran to the territory of the third battalion to get the oil tank. Soon put the two oil canisters in front of Yan Yong.

Yan Yong did not throw them down after taking the oil cans, but tore off a square strip of cloth from his body, and then poured some oil from one of the cans and stuck it to the strip of cloth. Then tie the strip of cloth into the tank that is still full, and stick the strip of cloth into the tank.

"Hey, try this meal." Yan Yongyin smiled and lit the cloth strip with a fire fold, and then threw the oil can down with a quick movement.

"Bang." An explosion sounded, and the tiles of the oil tank shot out, and the hot oil and water splashed everywhere, and the Yellow Turban sergeants covered their wounds and wailed. Although the oil canister thrown by Yan Yong did not take a very human life like **, he left a shadow among the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, which is more terrible than anything else.