Chapter 25

As the Yellow turban bandits failed to return, they entered the camp again. The garrison on the top of the City hung the sheep upside down before the battle drum. When the sheep were hung upside down, they suddenly felt a burst of panic. Therefore, their limbs were constantly shaking, and their hind hooves were pounding on the surface of the drum. For a moment, dozens of drummers worked hard to beat the drum. For a moment, the sound of drum beating suddenly sounded Up, it's like thousands of troops are fighting together.

In contrast, there was no movement in the camp.

"Oh, sleeping, the Han army is just bluffing."

"That's to say, we only know how to beat drums but don't know how to send troops. We just don't want us to sleep. Don't be fooled."

"Hey, these dog officers and soldiers really treat us as idiots."

But when he heard the sound of drums beating, the yellow scarf thieves were not moved. They lay in the camp one by one, motionless and indifferent to the sound of war drums full of eardrums.

At this time, the gate of the city opened quietly, and more than 300 riders rode out of the gate. This is the horse that Liu Ye managed to gather with the Rangers. In addition, the battle horses and the cabal horses in the city gathered together to form a team of horses. More than 300 riders are the elite in the city, regardless of life or death.

More than 300 riders came out of the gate of the city quietly. The leader was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a long writing in his hand. It was Liu Ye.

"The thief is relaxed and slack. We can't go deep this time. We must follow the order of retreat. Do you understand?"

They all nodded, and Liu Ye said, "surprise!"

Boom!

The dense drumbeats were mixed with a lot of roaring trampling sound. Thousands of horses' hooves galloped on the earth, and there was a sense of prestige. However, because the four horses' hooves were wrapped up in cotton cloth, and the drums were beaten by the back legs of the sheep hanging upside down, the drum sounds were endless, and the sound of horses' hooves was suddenly hidden in the sound of drums.

In this way, a group of people quietly approached the camp of the yellow scarf thieves. At this time, Liu Ye can't bear it any longer. Finally, he can't help but roar: "broken thief!"

Three hundred iron cavalry, like the wind and wheat, killed the Yellow turban thief. They threw the torch on the camp. When they met the Yellow turban thief who ran away, they immediately raised their guns and stabbed them, and killed them immediately.

The Yellow turban thieves thought that the third time was still the bravado of the garrison in the city. However, the officers and soldiers were so bold that they dared to attack the city. Suddenly, the torches burst into flames, and the flames of the Yellow turban thieves' camp were bright. Many of the Yellow turban thieves ran out of the camp and were killed by the enemy at gunpoint.

These 300 odd riders made chaos everywhere in the Yellow turban bandit camp, but after all, the number was too small. After a period of chaos, tens of thousands of yellow turban army finally reacted and began to encircle the Han Army under the command of general Pang Hun. Liu Ye also feels that there are endless yellow turban thieves in all directions. Especially, the number of yellow turban thieves is becoming more and more intensive. At the moment when more than 300 riders were almost surrounded by iron barrels and gold, he immediately ordered a breakthrough.

Liu Ye himself takes on the sharp sword, which is located in the front of the three hundred riders. The long characters in his hands are waving from side to side, and the strong wind is scattered over them. However, all the Yellow turban thieves who dare to stand in the way are stabbed by Liu Ye. With Liu Ye and other fierce generals in front of him, it seems that more than 300 riders have really turned into a whirlwind, and the Yellow turban thieves have been killed and injured, and no one can stop them.

Liu Ye led three hundred riders to kill them from the Yellow turban bandits' array. After that, he counted the number of them. However, there were only a few dead people. Then he burst into laughter. After a sound of horses' hooves, more than 300 riders rushed into the city. Although there were tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves, there were few horses. Two feet could not catch up with four feet, so we had to do it.

The Yellow turban bandits had been attacking the city during the day, but they were quarreled three times in a night. Moreover, they were running around to encircle the garrison. At this moment, their eyes were full of blood. After a look at each other, they could not help but return to their own camp, lay down in bed and sleep.

The Han Army on the top of the city was really hateful. The Yellow turban thief had just returned to the camp and lay down, but the thunderous sound of war drums sounded again, as if the Archaean God of thunder was beating his own drum. At this time, the yellow scarf thief, who was extremely weak in nerves, rushed out of the camp with his blade in his hand. In addition to the roaring drums, the figure of a Han soldier was not seen.

Some yellow turban soldiers couldn't stand it any more. They simply lay down on their beds and let the Han army beat the drums, but they still did not move. In this way, the roaring drums continued for a whole night. At night, the garrison attacked the city from time to time, which made the yellow turban army's eardrums rumble all the time.

In this way, the sky is dim, the sun rises slowly, and tens of thousands of yellow scarf thieves are full of blood. All of them were agitated by the sound of war drums last night. At the moment, their eyelids are drooping. Even if there are supervisors holding swords and axes around their necks for them to attack the city, it is estimated that many people are not willing to fight.

Pang Hun couldn't bear to look at the yellow scarf army under his command, and suddenly felt angry. Although his camp was far away from the city, the sound of beating drums still reached his eardrum. Although he didn't have to fight in person, his face was still haggard.Take a look at the tens of thousands of troops under his command. Each eye is full of blood, and the weapons in each hand are unstable. Let alone attack the city, it is good to be able to stand firm.

Pang Hun frowned. The food in the camp was only spent for a few days. If he could not attack Licheng County in the near future, tens of thousands of troops would be destroyed. At that time, let alone him, Pang Hun would not be able to save his life.

"Let's keep up our spirits. As long as we can fight down Licheng and kill Liu Ye's children, there will be food for us to eat, and there will be women for us to play with."

Pang Hun tried his best to boost the morale of the Yellow turban army, and above the city, a burst of passionate drums sounded slowly, and the battle spirit rose to the sky.

With a creak, the gate of the city opened slowly, and more than 300 riders rode out slowly, followed by thousands of soldiers of the Han army. For a moment, the formation was tight and a dignified momentum was slowly revealed.

There are more than 300 cavalry in the center, and more than 1000 infantry are evenly distributed on both wings, forming a simple wild goose formation. The first one in the center is riding a jujube red horse with leather armour on his back, a strong bow on his back, and a long writing in his hand. Liu Ye is the first one.

"Broken thief!"

More than a thousand garrisons were drinking in unison, and their momentum was stronger than that of the thousands of Han troops.