The Three Kingdoms began with self-reliance as king

Chapter 52 Only stick to one person (recommended + favorite)

"Woooooooo..."

With the blowing of the horn of attack.

Thousands of Han troops marched mightily towards the gates of each city.

Countless Han soldiers began to charge towards the city gate frantically.

Zhang Mancheng, who was paying close attention to the movements of the Han army on the top of the wall, had a serious expression on his face.

He stared at the enemies swarming under the city.

When the soldiers of the Han army entered, they were within the range of the archers.

"Fire arrows!"

Zhang Mancheng yelled loudly and ordered.

The archers on the top of the city, who had already set their arrows on the string, all put up all their strength and fired the arrows in their hands.

shhhhhh!
In an instant, all arrows were fired.

The dense arrows poured down like a waterfall, frantically harvesting the lives of the soldiers of the Han army who were charging ahead.

Rao is so.

The soldiers of the Han army continued to advance one after another, filling up bravely without fear of death.

The sound of shouting and killing was deafening and resounded through the sky.

All the yellow turban soldiers stationed on the top of the city could clearly feel the ground shaking and the city walls trembling.

under the city gate.

Countless vanguard troops of the Han soldiers, who were not afraid of death, advanced all the way with their shields and arrows raining.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, the yellow scarf soldiers guarding the city were all frightened.

Compared with the previous few attacks that had been sloppy, this time's attack was extremely violent.

As time passed slowly.

The pace of the Han soldiers' attack was getting closer and faster.

The defense of the city has entered the most difficult moment.

"Pour oil!"

"Rolling Stone! Quick!"

"Bowmen! Kill the Han army approaching the city gate with all your strength."

"Don't stop, Eki!"

"Hold on! Be sure to hold on."

While Zhang Mancheng commanded and defended the enemy in an orderly manner, he did not forget to cheer for the soldiers.

Countless kerosene, rolling stones, wood, arrow rain...

All of a sudden, they greeted the soldiers of the Han army under the city.

In a blink of an eye.

The casualty data of Han soldiers soared rapidly!
They resisted tenaciously with their flesh and blood, risking their lives to attack the city.

Under the pressure of their own archers and the cover of the shield soldiers, the soldiers of the Han army pushed the heavy crash carts and kept approaching the city gate.

Looking at such a short period of time, thousands of people were lost.

Li Yan's face was cloudy and uncertain.

The tenacity of this group of yellow turban thieves completely exceeded his expectations.

He attacked with all his strength for so long and sacrificed so many soldiers, but he still failed to climb the city wall.

And the death toll continued to soar.

There is absolutely no way to go on like this.

But the battle has become fierce, and success or failure depends on one action. Withdrawing troops now will fall short.

Never give the Yellow Turban bandits a chance to breathe!
Li Yan gritted his teeth and decided to carry out the attack to the end.

He led more than ten thousand soldiers and horses to fight more and fewer, and his soldiers suffered constant casualties, but the Yellow Turban bandits also suffered a lot of casualties.

Although the current loss is large, it is still within the range he can bear.

If he can capture the South Gate, he and his soldiers will make the first contribution, so all the sacrifices made now will be worthwhile.

He is hungry for victory!

I firmly believe that the Yellow Turban soldiers will always be exhausted, and the defense equipment will always be exhausted.

As long as he survives to the end, it will be his chance to break the city and make meritorious deeds.

To a sergeant, merit is everything.

Eager to gallop on the battlefield and make contributions, they have long regarded death as home, and are ready to shroud in horse leather.

For Li Yan, his aim is to reap military merits and increase his official status.

As long as he can achieve his goal, he doesn't care about the casualties of his soldiers.

One will be a million bones.

These men are the stepping stones to his success.

He wants to consume the opponent with crowd tactics, and he will not stop until he breaks through the south gate!
This fierce offensive and defensive battle.

Fight from sunrise to sunset.

Still did not stop.

Rivers of blood flowed above and below the city, and corpses littered the fields.

The scene was tragic and tragic like purgatory.

On top of the south gate of Wancheng.

The yellow turban soldiers were exhausted, their bodies numb as if they no longer belonged to them, and they all relied on their will to support them.

Zhang Mancheng conducted from morning to night, his voice was already hoarse, and he still directed at the top of his lungs.

There are very few defense equipment such as arrows, kerosene, rolling stones, and lumber.

Facing the endless endless under the city, occupying the superiority of the number of soldiers of the Han army who took turns to consume, a sense of powerlessness arose in their hearts.

Although they occupy the advantage of the city wall.

But in the face of the opponent's attack that risked life and death, the resistance became more and more powerless.

All the trenches and moats were filled, and all the antlers and horses were destroyed.

"Clap, clap!"

Dozens of ladders pressed down on the city wall one after another.

Countless red-eyed soldiers of the Han army, with weapons in their mouths, climbed up with all their hands and feet.

In a blink of an eye, he climbed into the air, less than a few meters away from the city.

"Fire oil, rolling stones, wood... hurry up! Don't let them come up."

Zhang Mancheng made a strong command of his men to meet the enemy calmly.

He himself also drew out the refined ring sword, and quietly waited for the Han soldiers on the ladder to ascend the city.

As long as he dares to show his face, he will be killed immediately.

"Shhhhhh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Countless sharp arrows poured down again.

All over the sky, kerosene, rolling stones, and wood followed closely behind, and headed towards each other.

The soldiers of the Han army who were unable to dodge in time under the city were killed and injured immediately.

The screams continued one after another.

The smell of burnt meat filled the air.

"Brothers, a man is born between heaven and earth, he can only die standing up and not live on his knees.

Today, only the city is in the city, and the people are in the city, and the people are destroyed!

Being able to fight side by side with you, Man Cheng will die without regret..."

After Zhang Mancheng finished speaking, he took a sudden step forward, planning to do his best.

All the soldiers looked at Zhang Mancheng's resolute face, and then there were sounds of drawing weapons one after another from the top of the city.

"You can only die standing up, not live on your knees."

"The city is in the city, the people are in the city, and the people are destroyed! Fight side by side with the brothers, even if you die, you will have no regrets..."

Everyone shouted in unison, their eyes were bloodshot.

The wind is slack and the water is cold, and the strong men never return.

If there is death but no life in this battle, there will be death but no life!
Hearing this, Zhang Mancheng had a rare smile on his face.

Miserable and desolate.

In his mind, Liu Yi's appearance appeared again.

The past emerged one by one, as if it were yesterday.

He didn't want to be a deserter, nor a prisoner!
Senior brother, Mancheng has failed your expectations.

But Man Cheng has tried his best!

As long as we have one soldier and one pawn, we will never give up a single cent.

As long as the blade is still sharp, the blood is still boiling.

We will fight to the last moment, exert our last strength, shed the last drop of blood, and try our best until we are powerless.

"Fighting for ideals, the city is in the city, and the people are in the city, and the people are destroyed in the city, and it is glorious to die with the sword in the face of the enemy!"

Mancheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled the familiar slogan in his hoarse voice.

infected by this.

There was a second sound from the top of the city, and a third sound...

Gradually, all the Yellow Turban soldiers in Wancheng shouted slogans from the bottom of their hearts.

At this moment, they all thought of one person in their minds.

Sometimes he is close to them like brothers, without airs.

Sometimes they are stern and unselfish, and they don't care about human feelings.

They had a lot of opinions on Liu Yi, but Liu Yi treated them sincerely and never treated them badly.

He won their support with action after action.

"Fighting for ideals, the city is in the city, and the people are in the city, and the people are destroyed in the city, and it is glorious to die with the sword in the face of the enemy!"

The tragic shouts lasted for a long time.

At the end of the road, the trapped beast is still fighting.

Stick to this city, just for one person...

(End of this chapter)