Chapter 88

"Kill! Who is the first to enter the city of Chang she, Bo Shuai will let him be a commander-in-chief and command ten thousand soldiers! "

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men. After hearing this order, countless yellow scarf thieves with bloodstain suddenly turned excited and rushed toward the opening of the city with a long knife.

Chang she city was not a solid city with mountains and rivers. It was built with bricks and stones. BOCAI ordered the Huangjin army to cut wood and build carts, and bombarded the gate with a hammer. However, the Han Army in the city resisted it with bricks and stones. Unexpectedly, a hole was opened in the wall.

The Yellow turban thieves rushed to the opening, and more than 500 elite Han troops were specially prepared here. As soon as they saw the Yellow turban thieves swarming forward, their swords and shields were raised, and the Spearman was fighting with both arms to stab the spear out. Because of the dense formation of the Yellow turban thieves, a spear was enough to pierce the chest of the two yellow turban thieves.

However, the spear couldn't be pulled out eagerly, and the Yellow turban thief in the back rushed up. With a frown on his brow, the officer had to abandon his spear and pull out his ring head sword to fight.

The Yellow turban thieves kept rushing forward, but fortunately, the formation of the officers and soldiers was tight. The swordsmen and shields were dead in front of them, and the spearmen were attacking in turn, which made the Yellow turban thieves break their halberds and sink into sand here. Although there were a large number of them, they were never able to kill them in the city.

At this time, the officers and soldiers were so short that Huang Fu Song had to select the young men in the city to help defend the city. However, what blocked the gap was always the elite brought by Huang Fusong from the northern army. After all, it was OK to use the young and strong to defend the city. However, if they were to confront the Yellow turban bandits face to face, they would have to be caught.

Although Huang Fu Song was still standing at the head of the city to supervise the battle, his heart sank.

If the reinforcements do not arrive within three days, it will be nothing if the city of changshe is broken, and the elite of the northern army will die here, and the imperial court's national fortune will inevitably fall.

Compared with Huangfu song's heavy heart, Bo Cai is more and more high spirited.

"Bo Shuai! He Shuai is in front of him to supervise the battle. He forces the old Huangfu to use the city of changshe. In a few days, we can take the city of changshe. "

Pei yuanshao stood respectfully in front of BOCAI and handed over his long knife.

Bo Cai, commanding his own soldiers to take a knife, said contentedly: "general rengong was besieged by Lu Zhi in Guangzong, and Zhang man Cheng was defeated by Zhu Ju in Nanyang. Only this general trapped old Huangfu in changshe. Could there be a second BOCAI in Taiping Road?"

"Bo Shuai used his army like a God. If he captured and killed Huangfu's old son and the great virtuous teacher sat in the Dragon Court, he would be the prime minister. However, there is still a plan for the end of the war. In a few days, he will be able to capture the city of changshe. "

Bo Cai fixed his eyes and flattered himself on Huang Shao, the little Marshal under the tent. He said with a kind face: "if Huang Shuai has any suggestions, you may as well talk about it and listen to it."

Huang Shao said with a smile: "Bo Shuai, there are not a few officers and men outside the city of changshe. However, they are afraid of the momentum of our army and balk at it. Why should our army fear such a defeated army? Why not mobilize the army to encircle us in all directions? That old Huangfu's men and women were in short supply, and they didn't win the first World War?"

Bo Cai, with his hands on his back, did not answer. He was familiar with the art of war, and he was always disciplined in the use of his troops. Therefore, since he started his army, he has traversed Yuzhou. Even if the officers and soldiers were timid before, he did not remove the troops and horses on the periphery.

Bo Cai pondered for a long time and looked at the first person on the left.

"Zhongkai, what do you think?"

The man, whose hair and beard were all disordered and wore a plate armour, looked like a hard-working old horse. When he heard BOCAI's question, he raised his head.

"Bo Shuai, these officers and soldiers are the top of the wall. If you see our army defeated, you should lead the army to pursue. If you see that our army is powerful and besieged on all sides, you can only form a camp and defend it. It would be nice if we didn't attack them. How dare they attack and remove our barracks with their ten courage

Bo Cai, with a cry, finally made up his mind.

"Good! It is said that I will order that the army will come out in all directions, and the three battalions will leave 5000 men and horses in each camp. When will they take the city of changshe and when will they rest? "

The order of BOCAI was passed down. Among the three camps in the East, the West and the south, the Yellow scarves almost poured out. Looking down from the city head, it was dark and yellow. It seemed that the sky and the earth were filled with yellow. The officers and soldiers on the city were shocked.

Huangfu song stands at the head of the city, draws his sword out of the sheath, plays the sword and roars.

"When you get out of the car, the banners are strong."

Hearing this sentence, the Han Army on the head of the city seemed to be awakened from the memory of inheritance, and the body and legs did not tremble.

"The emperor ordered me to fight in all directions!"

The northern army is the guard of Luoyang. Its usual task is to defend the capital city. Now it is ordered to defend the new year's day and attack the craftsmen.

The Han Army's sword shield hands raised the ring head sword, gently patted the shield, the rhythm of thousands of people was a little confused at the beginning, but soon it was coordinated and uniform.

The long sword slapped the shield, and the Spearman held the Spear's head, and hit the ground heavily, making a "aggressive" sound. At the same time, the sound of "huohuohuo" was heard in the mouth. For a moment, the morale of the Han army was very high, and they wanted to fight the yellow scarf thief in front of them.

The Yellow turban thieves, like a raging tide, hit the city hard, and the arrows flew up and down the city. Both the Yellow turban thieves and the officers and soldiers all know that this battle is a decisive battle. If anyone retreats, he will lose.The Yellow turban thieves and the officers and soldiers interweave at one time. It's not that there are still several heads and arms rising from the sky. There are fallen corpses everywhere, flowing warm blood. It seems that the city of changshe has become a huge meat grinder.

Because of the fierce battle, no one noticed that, to the north of changshe, a cloud of smoke was coming from Xinzheng and was approaching the main battlefield of changshe.

"Marquis, changshe city has been fighting. The war is extremely fierce!"

A sentinel with white feathers on his head came retrograde, shouting about the battle situation in changshe city. The army, which was coming from the north, was half trodden. It was Liu Ye who had brought him out of Qingzhou all the way to fight in many places. He had just arrived in Licheng from Jizhou.

Although they were not close to each other, they could still vaguely hear the fierce shouts of killing from the direction of changshe, and could smell a strong smell of blood. It can be imagined that the war situation in the direction of changshe has become so fierce that it is a bloody battlefield.

Liu Ye frowns and sees that there is a little mound more than ten feet high a mile ahead.

"Go! Go up there and see what's going on. "

Liu Ye raises his whip to urge his horse, and more than ten of his own guards follow behind him. A group of more than ten people gallop on their horses and soon reach the mound. Liu Ye protects his forehead with his hands and watches the battle.