Chapter 89

Liu Ye galloped up the hill and looked down from above, and his brow was suddenly frowned.

The Yellow turban bandits abandoned the strategy of encircling three places and one and turned to besieging on all sides. Therefore, the pressure on the officers and soldiers was very great. At every moment, some yellow turban thieves fell from the city head, and some officers and soldiers with heavy injuries were carried to the city.

The shouts and murders in the city of changshe spread far away, shaking between the heaven and the earth. Rao was the elite army of all cities, and he could not help turning pale. After all, one hundred thousand yellow turban thieves are indeed unprecedented scenes. The number of soldiers in Licheng is only a thousand, which means that everyone must be an enemy of hundreds.

Liu Ye looks at the hill for a while, turns the horse's head, turns around, and runs down the hill.

Licheng soldiers face fear, and Liu Ye is the face as usual, ordered: "dismount to rest, light a fire to cook."

The soldiers of Licheng army dismounted, let the horses nibble on the grass, took out the dry food on their backs, took water from the nearby river, set up an iron pot, and cooked the dry food.

The Licheng army has traveled a long way, just a few hours before it reaches the outskirts of the changshe society. If the army strikes the army with tired soldiers, it will inevitably cause heavy casualties. Moreover, the soldiers are afraid of war, so they must try to boost their morale.

Liu Ye sits in the middle of the soldiers. He is not a general. He holds dry food in his left hand and a leather bag in his right hand. His food is no different from that of ordinary soldiers.

At this time, not far from his side, a soldier's hand was unstable and his dry food fell to the ground.

"Why, don't you want to eat?"

Liu Ye asked, and the soldier quickly picked up the dry food: "no, marquis, an I'm afraid

Liu Ye smiles and eats his own dry food. He looks confident.

A taxi soldier couldn't help asking, "Marquis, there are hundreds of thousands of yellow turban thieves. We are only 1000 people. Aren't you afraid?"

Liu Ye laughs: "what's to be afraid of? Since the beginning of the war in Licheng, one has won more than ten battles with less than one hundred thousand soldiers, Zhou Jun's 30000 soldiers, and Xu and 60000 soldiers by 2000 soldiers. I'm afraid that there are too few yellow turban thieves. Now there are 100000 people, just killing them! "

The commander-in-chief talks and laughs, and the army gradually calms down. He just speeds up eating, and then sits on the ground, resting on each other's backs to recover energy and horsepower.

Changshe city and its periphery are almost two worlds. In the city of changshe, the sound of killing is shocking and the ground is bleeding, while the surrounding area is calm and calm. The soldiers in the cities close their eyes and snore, and some of them who are big hearted just go to sleep.

"Marquis!"

Liu Ye sends out four sentries and comes back one after another, reporting the surrounding conditions to Liu Ye.

In fact, thousands of officers and soldiers were gathered around the changshe society, all of them were soldiers from different parts of Yuzhou. Huangfusong was ordered to fight in yingyu and was ordered by the emperor to supervise the military affairs of Yuzhou. Therefore, he ordered the local garrison to come.

However, these soldiers are lack of training and can barely be used to defend the city. It is too high to expect them to break thieves in the field.

Guan Hai suggested: "Marquis, it's better for our army to invite the Yuzhou armies to join forces with our army. Maybe World War I can relieve the pressure on general huangfulang."

Liu Ye smiles and looks at Yu Jin.

"Wenze, what do you say?"

Yu Jin always looked as if he was normal: "the soldiers in Yuzhou are afraid of the thieves, they dare not fight, they balk at it, our army will not accept the invitation, why waste our efforts?"

There are only one thousand soldiers in Licheng army. Even if they come, they are just a drop in the bucket. The Yuzhou army is certainly not willing to listen to Liu Ye's instructions. It is useless to ask.

"Keep up our strength and store up our strength. In another hour, our army will launch an attack from the north. We must relieve the pressure on the city of changshe at one stroke!"

The military orders are like a mountain. When Liu Ye's military orders are issued, the soldiers in all cities are grim, so they should take time to rest. After all, after all, there are hundreds of thousands of yellow turban thieves who have to stand still and let them kill, even if they can't kill the blade of the knife.

At this time, the Yuzhou army also knew that Liu Ye was coming and began to inquire for information.

"Hum, this group of Qingzhou soldiers is just like this."

"That is, if you come from afar, don't you still wander around the periphery of the Chang society?"

"Don't worry about them. You'd better guard the camp. In case the thieves wave their troops to attack, they'll grease their feet immediately."

Although Liu Ye broke the Yellow turban twice in Qingzhou before, his credit was shared by the Prime Minister of Jinan and Gong Jing, the governor of Qingzhou. Gong Jing was the leader of the bandit, but he and Liu Bei were only in the "participation" position. Therefore, Liu Ye was only known as a powerful general in Qingzhou, and the people of Yuzhou did not know his power.

But it doesn't matter. Soon Liu Ye will use this battle to make his name famous throughout the whole of Henan Province.

At this time, the defensive battle of changshe city had entered a white hot stage, and almost all the stone rolling wood had been thrown away. Therefore, the officers and soldiers could only fight with the short blade of the yellow scarf thief who boarded the city. The number of casualties soared upward, and huangfusong felt great pressure.

The Yellow turban bandits were more and more excited. Most of their troops were transferred to the front line. Bo Cai, in addition to Liu PI, went to supervise the war with other generals. For a moment, the city of changshe was crumbling.

And an hour passed, too.

Liu Ye has been sitting on the ground all the time, and suddenly opens his eyes with a bright face."Tie up!"

The military discipline of the Licheng army was strict. When they heard the order, they immediately formed a square array, and the cavalry soldiers mounted their horses one after another.

Liu Ye turns on his horse and points to the head of Licheng.

"Set up the flag!"

The bodyguard with big arms and round waist raised a big flag with Liu characters. The flag was fluttered by the strong wind.

"Drum beating!"

Liu Ye recruited 200 civilian men from huaixian county with gold, silver, grain and grass. He usually carried military supplies such as grain and grass. At this time, he unloaded more than ten battle drums from the mule cart, and selected more than ten strong men from the folk men. They beat the drums with great force and made a series of deafening noises.

"Tell the Yuzhou army, tell the changshe, I'll come soon!"

Liu Ye galloped out, and five hundred cavalry gathered behind him. Two thousand horses' hooves struck the ground like two thousand drumsticks, forming a cone-shaped formation and running away at the rear of the Yellow scarves.

On the other hand, the Yuzhou army on the outskirts of the changshe society was stunned. Several military commanders looked at the Liu flag and listened to the rumbling drums.

This boy, with a thousand people, to challenge a hundred thousand yellow scarf thieves?

Several faces looked at each other, I don't know if this Qingzhou soldier is crazy.

"We, save or not?"

"Help! The Yellow turban thieves in Qingzhou were swept away before. I'm afraid the Qingzhou soldier thought that he was invincible in the world. Let them bump their heads and break their blood in front of the Yellow turban thieves. Hum. "

Although the Yuzhou army was surprised that Liu Ye really launched the attack, it did not follow Liu Ye to attack together. The dead friends did not die the poor. The more dangerous it was, the more people liked it.

And in the city of Chang she.

Sun duo's face is full of blood, and he tries his best to chop the yellow scarf thief in front of him to death, and suddenly turns around.

"Lang Jiang It's like war drums. "