Chapter 126

Compared with the laughter in the city of changshe, BOCAI Shuai's camp is full of melancholy.

Most of the seats in the camp were empty. Liu PI, Gong Du, Pei yuanshao, He Yi and he Manzhu generals were either killed in battle or killed by BOCAI. Now, except Huang Shao and Bo Qun, the rest are all fresh faces who have been promoted from below.

There was silence in the camp, and Huang Shao could not help it.

"Bo Shuai, why don't we wait A retreat? "

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

"Withdraw? After many days of besieging the long society, the army burned up all the food and grass, and then withdrew? "

Bo Cai scolded: "if you are afraid of death, you can't afford to lose this man!"

Retreat, where are we going?

Nowadays, there are yellow turban thieves everywhere. All the cities and cities in all the counties are strong and clear. With only four or five days left, where can we retreat?

Hebei is not to think about, even if the teacher is willing to take care of themselves, food and grass also can not adhere to the journey to Hebei.

Nanyang? Elder martial brother Zhang Mancheng's life is full of trouble. It's said that he used 200, 300, 000 soldiers. When he goes, he has to bow down to him. The key is that after he goes, there will be no food and grass and fixed territory. He must be controlled by others. Elder martial brother Zhang man Cheng is not an easy man. I'm afraid he will seize his military power

Thinking of this, Bo suddenly drew out his sword and split the table in front of him in two with a cold light.

He looked ferocious, his facial features crowded into a group because of anger: "listen to me! Who dares to say that the withdrawal of troops is the same as this case! "

"If you go back to the camp and reorganize your troops, you must take down the city of changshe within three days."

A night without a word, the next day.

BOCAI was standing outside the city of changshe. A big flag was flying in the wind, surrounded by countless yellow turban thieves. Looking down from the city head, you can only see the dense heads and yellow turban swaying with the wind.

"Before!"

Groups of yellow turban thieves took up the ladder and charged against the hair of changshe city. The arrows on the head of the city were like locusts, shooting the Yellow turban thieves to the ground.

The yellow scarf thief who was shot was lying on the ground, while his subsequent colleagues stopped for a moment, and then without hesitation lifted the ladder and left him behind. Naturally, someone would come and carry him back. The fate of the soldiers who boarded first was one after another.

Although they were suppressed by the Han Army's arrows in the city, there were not no archers among the Yellow turban thieves. BOCAI did not hesitate to call out 2000 archers.

Two thousand yellow scarf archers set up their bows and arrows at the head of the city to suppress the Han Army archers in the city head with dense arrow rain. However, the Han Army archers are in a high position, and they need to shoot upward, which is difficult.

In the past, Bo would have been reluctant to take out his precious Archer, but now that he is running out of food, he can't take care of so much.

With the support of their own archers, the Yellow turban bandits' offensive was much smoother, and they successfully rushed to the lower part of the city. Then they put up the ladder and caught the city's head.

Tens of thousands of yellow scarves took hold of steel knives with their teeth, and began to climb the ladder with their hands and feet. The garrison at the head of the city was a constant arrow. At the same time, they carried rolling logs and stones from the city to the head of the city. The Han Army covered their noses and boiled several pots of stinky soup.

The Han Army picked up the rolling wood and the stone on the head of the city and threw it down towards the city. The rolling wood was covered with wood and iron thorns, and roared down the roller. The yellow scarf thief who was hit by the fall was directly hit by the heavy falling force, and his whole body was bleeding. He did not know whether he was killed or killed.

As for a pot of golden soup poured at the head, it is absolutely inevitable to die. There is no need to say much about the boiling high temperature. Moreover, most people who are not killed in the pouring will have a high fever for many days and eventually vomit to death, because the bacteria in the fecal water are highly infectious.

Under the command of Huang Fusong, an old general, the Han army launched arrows, poured gold soup, and threw stones and rolling wood in an orderly manner. The rhythm was clear. At least, more than a thousand people were killed and injured by the yellow scarf thieves.

After paying the price of more than a thousand people's death and injury, the first yellow scarf thief finally boarded the city. He grabbed the city head with both hands, pushed his feet on the ladder, and immediately squeezed into the city head. He drew out the ring head sword with saliva from his mouth.

But before he could make a shot, a long gun had already been fired, penetrating his chest and piercing his heart.

He raised his head hard, only to see a resolute face, and then only felt his whole body was thrown out by a huge force and rolled down from the head of the city.

"Thank you very much for saving your life."

Next to a Han army who was throwing a rolling log down, he said thanks in a hurry.

Liu Ye waved his hand: "no harm."

Liu Ye stands at the head of the city. His tall figure is like a sculpture. He has the momentum of a man in charge.

Liu Ye raised his hand and stabbed one of the Yellow turban thieves who rushed up from the ladder. He could not help getting hurt in the scuffle of ten thousand people. But now that he stands at the head of the city, he only needs to face one yellow turban thief at a time. He really comes to kill one and kills another.

A fierce general can lead his troops to break the battle as a sharp knife in the field, but his role in the city defense is even greater. Therefore, it is said that one horse can be a thousand, a man can be a pass, and a thousand people can't open it.Not only that, Guan Hai and Xia Houyuan are also rare brave generals. The three men are in a section of the city, which is no man's land.

Although Huang Fusong had just burned the food and grass of the Yellow turban thieves, Huang Fu Song had already ordered all the troops not to slacken down. Therefore, the Han army took strict precautions against them. In addition, Liu Ye and Xia Houyuan, other powerful generals, helped the Yellow turban bandits in the city. They were unable to organize people at the head of the city.

Bo Cai's face is getting darker and darker. Huang Shao beside him shivers when he sees BOCAI's face. He is afraid that the wave will let him rush up.

"Wave group."

"The end will be there!"

Bo Cai had no expression and said, "how many soldiers are there in the army?"

Wave group tiny frown: "there are more than 820 soldiers to fight, the rest are either dead or wounded."

Bo Cai nodded and waved.

"You will lead the troops to the front of the city. Do not disperse your forces and attack one side of the city."

His tone was so bland that it seemed that he was commanding a group of dispensable miscellaneous soldiers rather than elite soldiers who were regarded as treasure lumps.

Wave group was surprised: "big brother, all pressure up?"

BOCAI nodded slowly. Now it's the critical moment of life and death. Both archers and elite soldiers have to take out all of them.

See wave just nod, wave group swallowed saliva, gnash teeth way: "obey."

After that, Bo Qun turned and left, and took 800 elite soldiers to changshe city.

Eight hundred elite soldiers climbed the ladder and followed the miscellaneous soldiers. Fortunately, someone was standing in front of them, so that they would not suffer heavy losses if they did not go to the city.