Chapter 4

"Woo Hoo!"

The long and sad sound of the horn sounded over the city.

"Trend!"

The Marquis of the army pulled out his sword and raised it high with a clang voice.

"Squeak!"

There was a sound of bowing on the wall. All the bowmen leaned back. The bowstring was close to the cheek. The bow was like the full moon, and the arrow pointed to the sky!

The Yellow turban army array stopped visible to the naked eye for a moment, and suddenly thousands of troops roared: "kill

Several teams of soldiers carrying the ladder galloped forward, and they saw the Yellow turban troopers quickening their pace, like the flood from the collapse of the levee, rushing towards the city.

"Let go

The Marquis of the army opened his eyes in anger, and his sword blade drew down, and a roar came out of his chest.

Bang!

Like the sound of cloth splitting, the archer in the city was shocked, and a layer of black cloud suddenly rose in the sky, accompanied by the arrow to the highest, and then suddenly fell down, tearing the air!

"Shield up!"

The Yellow turban attack formation is a little disordered, and the trooper raises the shield to protect his upper body. In a moment, the arrow rain falls down with a narrow whistling sound.

"Le It's just

"So It's so... "

The sharp shooting of the arrow on the shield made his arm numb. The trooper often carried a round shield with half the circumference of his arm. This kind of small shield could not protect his whole body. At this moment, countless yellow turban steps and arrows fell to the ground, and the screams were heard incessantly. However, the soldiers with experience in the war knew that if the arrow did not directly hit the head and chest, most of them were injured, and the Han bowmen in the city did not have them How many people, for the siege army, does not constitute much damage.

The soldiers held up their shields to resist the arrows on the city wall, and soon came close to the city wall. However, there was a gap in front of them. The moat three feet wide blocked the way. The river came from the Yellow River. It was deep and urgent. The footmen who were not good at water stopped and called back the ladder. The soldiers who were good at water jumped into the river with a steel knife and swam to the bottom of the city.

The Han Army in the city saw that the enemy troops were killed under the city. They dug out the battlements and fired at the enemy in the river. The man who was hit by the arrow suddenly sank into the river, and the river was dyed red with blood.

Liu Ye holds the arrow in his hand. Instead of shooting at random, he is keen to search for the leader of the enemy in the enemy formation. As the saying goes, hold the bow while holding the strong, and catch the king before catching the thief. It is not cost-effective to shoot ten ordinary enemies, nor to shoot one enemy leader. Moreover, it takes too much strength to use the three stone strong bow. With his strength, he can shoot at most two pots of arrows. After shooting, he is afraid that he can't lift his arm, so he has to choose a person to shoot.

Liu Ye sees a yellow turban in the city. He pulls his bow and shoots his arrow. The long arrow shoots down the city like a meteor, but Liu Ye doesn't look at it again.

"The elder brother is really a god shot. This is the 13th thief who has been shot." A long arrow was sent to his hand, accompanied by a familiar flattery. Liu Ye looks back and sees that it is the martial arts virtue that he just saw in the school field. When Wu De sees Liu Ye, he looks more attentively and says, "elder brother, I see that there are not many arrows in your arrow pot, so I specially want two more pots of arrows for you."

Liu Ye looks down. When he sees two more pots of arrows at his feet, his scalp is numb. He looks at Wu De with a smile: "I want to thank you for your kindness." Then he turned his face.

Wu De's face is proud, but he can't see that Liu Ye's attitude is cold and he has to talk to him.

Liu Ye looks down at the city, but he sees that the enemy has put up a ladder on the moat. The soldiers swarm across the river and are trying to lift the ladder to the city wall. Behind the soldiers, a well-organized bow and arrow force appears, listening to a short and urgent horn. Hundreds of Archers bend their bows and fire their arrows at the city head to protect the soldiers from invading the city.

Liu Ye takes a breath of cold air and quickly draws himself back to the back of the battlements. He sees Wu De standing on the side, grabbing his neck and pulling him over.

Wu De is not clear, so when he is about to struggle, Liu Ye says in a low voice: "don't move, you don't want to die!"

Before the words fell, the arrows shot up from under the city. At the position where Wude stood just now, several long arrows with violently shaking tails were nailed to the green bricks of the city wall. The flying debris hit the skin, which was very painful.

"Thank you, brother!" Wude shivers and lies at Liu Ye's feet. Liu Ye frowns, feeling that he has no courage and shows some contempt. At this time, he clearly hears the sound of collision outside the city wall. It is the enemy's ladder that comes up. He can't help but excite himself. He gets up in his long writing, and then steps back half a step to firm his horse step, which is written in his hand, and roars“ The bandits have boarded the city

All around are the cry of the Han army. The Yellow turban troopers climb up the ladder, and the battle is now in full swing!

The first one who stepped out of the city was a yellow turban footman with a long beard and a black face. He climbed up with a ring head knife in his mouth. When he went to the city, he held the knife in his hand and roared angrily. The Han Army around him were afraid of his appearance and momentum, so they retreated one step after another. It was this time of retreat that he stood firm and fierce in the wall He rushed over and cut down two Han troops, and more and more yellow turban troopers came up behind him.

The Yellow turban trooper who came up from Liu Ye's garrison of the city wall was not so lucky. The long and heavy long letter in his hand was like a swimming dragon, like a venomous snake spitting out a message. Within the scope of the long name, any enemy exposed would be stabbed by him in a short time. There was no need for other Han soldiers to help him. For a time, the wall became a vacuum.Han Qiqi, as a vanguard of the city, saw this scene from a distance and said angrily, "good thief, kill me paoze!"

"General, the wounded arrow is a hidden arrow!" A yellow scarf school with good eyesight points to Liu Ye, who is waving his name.

Han's chariot said in a grim voice: "take the big bow of some!"

……

The battle situation on the city wall became more and more fierce. After all, the Yellow turban army was superior in strength, and it was winning all the way. The morale and combat strength of the Yellow turban army were at the peak. Although the Han army occupied the advantage of defending the high city, they gradually fell behind. The Yellow turban foot soldiers attached to the city wall and rushed to the gate of the city. The army composed of prisoners and Ding Zhuang in a hurry retreated in a critical situation.

"If you come back, you will be killed!"

The Marquis of the army opened his eyes and led the Han soldiers to kill the enemy with swords. At the same time, he yelled at the prisoners and Ding Zhuang for counterattack, trying to drive the Yellow turban army down the wall. However, the number of well-trained Han soldiers in the garrison was too small. Facing the fierce yellow turban army, he could only wait for reinforcements and delay the speed of losing the wall.

The soldiers of both the enemy and the US fought together, and hundreds of people fought hand to hand on a section of the wall tens of meters away, and people constantly screamed and fell under the wall. From the side of the wall, the ladder below was covered with yellow turban bandits. The people were dazzled and frightened.

The most important thing in the battle is to fight for life and death. At this time, the momentum of the Yellow turban army was like a rainbow, and it had the spirit to break through the city wall in one fell swoop. On the contrary, the soldiers of the Han Dynasty fought hard in front of the garrison, but the prisoners and Ding Zhuang were afraid to move forward. The morale became more and more depressed. Some people could not bear it and would turn around and flee. This situation would lead to a bad situation and then lead to a great defeat of the whole army.

The first escaped prisoner turned his head and ran a few steps. Suddenly, he stopped and saw a bloody spearhead sticking out of his neck