Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Compared with the laughter in Changshe City, Bocai Shuai Camp is frowning.

Most of the seats in the camp were empty. Liu Pigong, Pei Yuanshao, He Yi and He Man, all the generals were either killed in battle or beheaded by Bo. Now, except for Huang Shao and Bo Qun, all the rest are fresh faces. They are promoted from below. of.

There was silence in the camp, and Huang Shao finally couldn't help it.

"Bo handsome, why don't I wait...retreat?"

Bo Cai's gloomy face quickly turned away, and two gloomy lights shot on Huang Shao's face.

"Withdrawing troops? They have been besieging Changsha for many days but have been burned out by the army and then retreating?"

Bocai yelled: "If you are afraid of death, get out, this handsome can't afford to lose this person!"

Retreat, where to go?

If there are yellow turban thieves everywhere today, all states, counties and cities are solid walls and clear fields, and only four or five days of food and grass are left.

There is no need to think about Hebei. Even if the teacher is willing to take in him, the food and grass will not be able to persist on the journey to Hebei.

Nanyang? Senior brother Zhang Mancheng has a good reputation. It is said that he has used two or three hundred thousand soldiers. If you go there, you have to bow your head to him. The key is that after you go, there is no food and grass and a fixed site. You must be controlled by others. Senior Brother Zhang Mancheng is not easy. I am afraid I will seize my own military power...

Thinking of this, Bocai suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, and a cold light split the table in front of him in half.

He looked fierce and evil, and his five senses were huddled in anger: "Listen to this commander! Who would dare to say that withdrawing troops is like this case!"

"Return to the camp to rectify their troops and horses. Within three days, we must take the Changshe City."

No words for a night, the next day.

Bocai was standing just outside the city of Changshe, with a wave-shaped flag fluttering in the wind, surrounded by countless yellow turban thieves. Looking down from the top of the city, you can only see the densely packed heads and those swaying in the wind. Yellow turban.

"before!"

The hordes of Yellow Turban thieves carried the ladder and charged at Changshe City, while the arrow above the city fell like a locust and shot the Yellow Turban thieves to the ground.

The yellow turban thief who was shot was lying on the ground, while the following fellow robes paused for a while, and then lifted the ladder without hesitation, and left him behind. Naturally someone would come and lift him back. The destiny of soldiers is to succeed.

Although suppressed by the arrows of the Han army in the city, there were not no archers among the Yellow Turban thieves, and Bocai called out two thousand archers without hesitation.

Two thousand yellow turban archers drew their bows at the top of the city, and suppressed the Han archers at the top of the city with a dense rain of arrows, but the Han archers were condescending, and they needed to shoot upwards, which was a bit difficult.

If it had been left before, Bo would definitely be reluctant to take out the precious archer, but now the grain and grass are almost eaten, and he can't care about so much.

With the support of his archers, the Yellow Turban thief's offensive was much smoother and rushed to the bottom of Changshe City. Then the ladder was erected and hooked on the city.

Tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves bit the steel knife with their teeth, and started to climb the ladder with their hands and feet, while the defenders on the top of the city kept arrows at the top of the city. At the same time, they moved the rolling logs and rocks from the city to the top of the city. And the Han army was holding his nose and boiling several pots of unbearable golden soup.

The Han army lifted the rolling logs and rocks on the head of the city and threw them down the city. The tops of the rolling logs were nailed with wood and iron thorns, whizzing down the rollers, and the yellow scarf thief who was hit was directly dropped heavily. After being smashed, the blood flowed from his body, and he didn't know if he was smashed or thrown to death.

As for pouring a pot of golden soup right away, it is almost certain to die. The boiling high temperature naturally does not need to be said, and most people who do not die will have a high fever for many days, eventually vomiting and die, because the bacteria contained in the feces are infectious. Extremely strong.

Under the command of the veteran Huangfusong, the Han army methodically released arrows, poured gold soup, and threw rock and rolling logs. The rhythm was clear. The Yellow Turban thief had at least killed more than a thousand people.

After paying the price of more than a thousand deaths and injuries, the first yellow turban thief finally climbed onto the top of the city. He grabbed the top of the city with both hands, and squeezed his feet on the ladder. He squeezed into the top of the city and took it out of his mouth. The ring head knife with saliva.

But before he could take the shot, a long spear was electro-fired, pierced his chest, and a shot pierced his heart.

He raised his head with difficulty, only to see a determined face, and then only felt that his whole body was thrown out by a huge force, rolling down from the city.

"Thank you Liu Junhou for saving your life."

A Han army who was throwing a rolling log down hurriedly thanked him.

Liu Ye waved his hand: "It's okay."

Liu Ye stood still at the head of the city, the tall figure resembling a sculpture, with the momentum of being a man of a man.

Of the Yellow Turban thief rushing up from the ladder, Liu Ye raised his hand and stabbed the other one when he came up. He was inevitably injured in the tens of thousands of melee, but now he stands at the head of the city and only needs to face one Yellow Turban thief every time. Kill one, tried and tested.

A fierce general can lead the army as a sharp knife to break through the formation in the field, but the role in the defensive battle is even greater, so it is said that a horse is a thousand, a man is a gate and a man is a man, and a thousand is more than a thousand. Number one.

Not only that, Guan Hai and Xia Houyuan are also rare brave generals, and the section of the city where the three are located is simply no man's land.

Although the Yellow Turban thief’s food and grass have just been burned, Huangfusong has long strictly ordered the troops not to relax. Therefore, the Han army strictly guards against death. Coupled with the help of Liu Ye and Xia Houyuan, the Yellow Turban thief suffered a setback in the Changshe City offensive. Organize manpower in Chengtou.

The face Bo Cai looked at was getting darker and darker. Huang Shao next to him shuddered when he saw Bo Cai's face, for fear that Bo Cai let him rush up.

"The wave group."

"The end will be!"

Bo Cai said expressionlessly, "How many people are there in the handsome soldiers?"

Bo Qun frowned slightly: "There are more than eight hundred and twenty warriors, and the rest are either dead or injured."

Bocai nodded and waved.

"You led the commanding battalion's elite troops to press on the whole line. Don't disperse your troops, and attack one side of the city."

His tone was extremely flat, as if he was not commanding the elite soldiers who were regarded as baby bumps, but a group of dispensable soldiers.

Pol Qun was taken aback: "Brother, press on the whole line?"

Bocai nodded slowly, and now it has reached the critical moment of life and death, whether it is an archer or a good soldier, all must be taken out.

Seeing Bocai nodded, Bo Qun swallowed and gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

After that, Bo Qun turned and left, and took the 800 elite soldiers to Changshe City.

Eight hundred elite soldiers climbed the ladder and followed behind the Zabing. Fortunately, there were people in front of them, so they wouldn't suffer heavy losses without going up to the city.