Yan Yong's oil tank only killed three people, but dozens of people were injured to varying degrees, and the results achieved were impressive.

"How about that, Xiaoshun, the battalion commander I came up with a good solution, isn't it interesting?" Yan Yong said proudly to the herald beside him.

This thing was actually what Yan Yong once heard from his son at home. It is said that this was taught by the brigade commander (the son of Yan Yong, and Liu Ke was responsible for teaching). However, because there was no specific practice, Yan Yong had the idea of using cloth strips as a fuse to prolong the explosion time of the fire pot after listening to the principle.

Previously, due to the frequent battles, Fan Xiwen and others only ordered the weapon manufacturing factory to go all out to develop crossbows and catapults, plus the power of this kind of thing is not very great, and it is a waste of oil. So there is no need for craftsmen to study.

"Battalion commander, the enemy is ready for a full-scale attack." Before Yan Yong could show enough to the herald Xiao Shunxian, Hu Zuo had already angrily put all the troops on board, and thousands of people poured onto the wall together.

"Grandma, Lao Tzu is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!" Yan Yong shouted loudly to the Yellow Turban soldiers, regardless of whether they could hear it or not. "Order the first and second companies to be put on the city wall to defend the city, and the third company will snipe out those fools who are supporting the ladder of the city."

"Yes." The soldiers of the second battalion responded loudly, quickly adjusted their positions, intercepted the interceptors, and converted into archers equipped with repeating crossbows.

The soldiers in charge of defending the city first tried to use their spears to pull the ends of the siege ladder away from the wall, and if the soldiers below the enemy held the siege ladder tight, they used rolling logs to smash the Yellow Turbans who climbed the ladder down. Of course, their main thing is to smash the siege ladder, as for the Yellow Turban Army, these soldiers who defend the city still don't need to worry too much, there is at least one pikeman waiting behind the defenders. As soon as the Yellow Turbans climbed to the top of the city, the first time there would be a Le'an soldier who would give their spears to their enemies. In addition, the Le'an army that threw the rolling logs only needed to smash the siege ladder while taking into account the Yellow Turban troops who wanted to climb up.

The Yellow Turban Army desperately climbed upward, and the Le'an Army kept shooting arrows and rolling logs, and the two armies kept repeating these things like a perpetual motion machine.

An hour later, the Yellow Turban Army relied on the numerical advantage to consume the Le'an soldiers and soldiers almost unable to fight again, the Yellow Turban Army gradually gained the upper hand, and after not knowing how many men and horses were lost, the Yellow Turban Army finally climbed the city wall.

However, the Yellow Turban Army was no longer able to further capture the city, and from the beginning to the present, the Yellow Turban Army has always been fighting with less than 700 people in the two battalions of the Le'an Brigade and One Regiment, while no one from the east, south, and north gates attacked. This allowed Liu Ke to calmly draw troops from the remaining three city gates to support. With the addition of a new force, the Le'an Army quickly brought the situation under control again. Control of the city gate was once again returned to the hands of the Le'an army, and the Yellow Turban Army was once again suppressed under the 38th line, uh, no, under the city wall.

"Mingjin is on a truce." Hu Zuo was helpless, it was getting late at the moment, and the army was no longer able to fight. Today's three sieges of the city, not only the physical strength of the Le'an army is insufficient, but the physical strength of the Yellow Turban Army is also seriously insufficient. If he continues to fight, Hu Zuo will even suspect that he will become a loner tomorrow morning. When a unit loses more than a third, you have to pay attention at all times, because this army can become a rout at any time, not only the combat effectiveness and morale will drop, but the non-commissioned officers may have a trace of resentment towards the commander. If Hu Zuo still forced them to attack the city at this moment, it would be like sending them to death, then if they didn't rebel, they would already be smoking from the graves of Hu Zuo's ancestors.

"Ding! Bite! Bite! "The Yellow Turban Army retreated, and the soldiers who were besieging the city retreated like a tide, leaving only thousands of corpses for Le'an.

"The order was issued, and the battalions immediately counted the casualties and arranged for Lang Zhong to treat the wounded soldiers. In addition, the armament was reorganized to prevent the enemy from night attacks. Liu Ke stood on the city wall in white armor, his eyes fixed on the front, watching the Yellow Turban Army slowly retreat, and one order after another kept coming out of his mouth. At this time, Liu Ke's mood was very complicated, and he secretly blamed himself for despising Zhang Niujiao Yellow Turban too much. But now that the decision has been made, it must be held accountable to the end. Liu Ke's face gradually returned to indifference, and a chill permeated the air.

"General, it's windy at night, so let's go back and rest early!" Jia Xu on the side saw that Liu Ke hadn't spoken for a long time, and knew that he was worried about tomorrow's war, so he spoke.

"Wenhe, how long has it been today?" Liu Ke suddenly asked.

"November 20 of the second year of Zhongping." Although he didn't know why Liu Ke asked this, Jia Xu still answered Liu Ke.

"Someone." Liu Ke suddenly shouted loudly.

"Here." A herald ran over and saluted Liu Ke.

"The order goes down and orders the battalions guarding the four gates to arrange for manpower to water the walls from tonight."

"Yes." The herald did not show surprise at Liu Ke's strange order, the soldier takes obedience to the order as his duty, how the superior says, how the herald conveys it! As for the operation, it was not his turn to worry about it with a small herald.

"General, does this work?" Jia Xu asked helplessly.

"You'll only know if you try!" The corners of Liu Ke's mouth turned up, and a hint of a sinister smile flashed.

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In a forest not far from Le'an City.

"The scout is back?" Fan Xiwen rubbed his hands and asked.

"Lord, they're back." Wang Fan replied, but the people made up for the fire in front of Fan Xiwen, the weather was too cold.

"How's it going?" Fan Xiwen tightened the clothes on his body and asked.

"Zhang Niujiao's 60,000 Yellow Turban Army was divided into three divisions, and the front army was 10,000, led by General Hu Zuo. The Chinese army was 30,000, led by Zhang Niujiao personally. There were 20,000 rear troops, and they were nowhere to be found. According to the information sent back by the scouts, the rear army should be led by the Yellow Turban General Zhang Li. Wang Fan said.

"What is the current situation of the former army?" Fan Xiwen only felt that his hands were very cold, why was it so cold in the north in December? Looks like we'll have to find a village to settle down into.

"Hu Zuo stormed the West Gate today, and he relegated 4,000 soldiers." Wang Fan replied.

"What? Folded four thousand. It's too fierce, isn't it? It's not been a day. "Fan Xiwen lost 4,000 people and horses after listening to Hu Zuo once, and he was happy at that time." Since Liu Ke is such a bull fork, we can't lag behind. Fan Xiwen jumped up excitedly.

"What is the head of the house going to do?" Wang Fan asked, his face was also full of excitement.

"The order went down and ordered Chen Zhi to immediately rectify the men and horses and attack at night tonight. The cavalry was the front army, the two infantry battalions were the middle army, and the Jinyi guard was the rear army. The cavalry company opened the way in front, the Jinyi guards secretly attacked and killed, the infantry resisted the reinforcements of the enemy's rear battalion, and the rest of the troops directly charged and killed the enemy's central army. Tonight, we will leave all the 10,000 former troops of Zhang Niujiao in Le'an, and give Zhang Niujiao, the old boy, some memory. Fan Xiwen said loudly.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

(Yesterday's results weren't very good, but that's okay, after all, it's an anniversary!) Today, there are two bigger chapters, and they will be sent at six o'clock. Ask for flowers, collect. In addition, I recommend a friend's novel "Soul Blade": http:///book/303819.html you can take a look)