Summon the defense tower at the beginning

Chapter 118 Jingzhou Defense Battle

"Congratulations, Lord Captain, for capturing Jingzhou City!"

"Now is not the time to be happy, where is Zhang Liang's army now?"

"Just passed the Sanshan Pass."

Speaking of this, the young general's mood also became depressed.

Zhou Chen, who had just captured Jingzhou City, took off his helmet and looked at the huge breach in the city wall in the distance.

The impact of the anti-Hulk armor is too strong, and most of this seemingly indestructible city wall was blown apart in an instant, and it is difficult to recover from the posture now.

It seemed that Zhou Chen was so angry that he couldn't hold back his move. In fact, he had already had this plan from the beginning.

The Yellow Turban Army guarding Jingzhou City is actually not many, there are more than 6 elites who have been fighting for a long time, and the rest of the recruits are as many as [-] to [-].

The momentum of the Yellow Turbans is huge, and it has always been like this. Those who can be regarded as well-trained are actually very few.

If it weren't for the three Zhang Jiao brothers who learned Taiping Taoism and used yellow paper talismans to refine a group of invulnerable dead warriors, plus the powerful people from all over the country deliberately connived at causing trouble, I'm afraid the Yellow Turbans wouldn't have been able to create such a momentum.

Now that Emperor Ling Liu Hong died of illness, the thirteen prefectures and counties of the Han Dynasty are even more precarious, and the big clans from all over the country intend to unite. Among them, Liu Biao, who sits in Jingzhou, used to be a prince, and now he is gaining momentum.

On the one hand, taking advantage of the Yellow Turbans, he blatantly recruited troops to win over the hearts of the people. On the other hand, he shamelessly pulled the bricks and tiles of the Han Dynasty and frequently asked the court for help.

Even now that Jingzhou City has fallen, in fact the seven counties of Jingzhou are still firmly in the hands of the Liu family.

Zhou Chen led Huangfu Song's orders to capture Jingzhou City. He said that he had wiped out some of the remaining Yellow Turbans, but in fact it was just a formality.

I didn't expect it to be so troublesome to go through this cutscene now.

Less than three hours before Zhou Chen led his team to capture Jingzhou City, a system notification sounded from his own ability user system.

The Jingzhou Guardian War started, and the time limit was determined to be as long as three months!
This also meant that within three months, Zhou Chen would either escape from Jingzhou City in disgrace and lose his reputation, or spend three months here.

The main general who attacked this time was Zhang Liang, the youngest of the three Yellow Turban brothers. He was not well-known in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms, but he was actually one of the pioneers who overthrew the Han Dynasty.

This Zhang Liang has also learned Taiping Taoism, and he leads at least 30 soldiers and horses. With the addition of some chariots and horses, the front and rear guards add up to more than 50 people.

These figures are only conservative estimates. In this world of Gaowu and Three Kingdoms, even if Zhang Liang surrounded him with 3000 million people, Zhou Chen would not feel the slightest surprise.

After all, on the reminder he received now, it reads "difficulty: S level."

"Is it a city defense battle with S-level difficulty? It seems that there are too many meritorious deeds in the early stage."

Muttering secretly in his heart, Zhou Chenjia stayed close to his body, looking at the gap in the south gate wall from a distance that looked like a broken mountain, with no emotion on his face.

Those indifferent eyes seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and at a glance from a distance, they saw the scholar-like general Zhang Jiao who was sitting in a sedan chair, with a white face and a crown and scarf.

Just when a fierce battle was about to start outside Jingzhou City, Luoyang, thousands of miles away, was still singing and dancing, and it was quite peaceful. Except for the fact that some killer swordsmen hired by various forces came out for a walk in the middle of the night every now and then, it was naturally peaceful.

It was just dawn, and the heavy city gate slowly opened as the curfew was banned. A ray of sunlight passed through the crack in the door and shone on the merchants who had been waiting in the city for a long time.

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, merchants are cheap, so generally those who get up early are these small businessmen who are not willing to show their faces on weekdays.

Although in this world, the status of merchants is not so low, but the lingering prestige of the big man is still there. Even the common people will not be contemptuous, but the soldiers guarding the city will inevitably tease these merchants.

"Hey! Boy! What are you doing out of town?"

It was early in the morning, and it happened to be on the night shift. The leader of the soldier with the red-tasseled gun directly shouted at a young man who was walking in the front.

Although he was deliberately finding fault, the leader of the soldier was also very slick. He could tell at a glance that the young man who had left the city was holding a long gun wrapped in a gray cloth.

You have been working at the city gate for so long. Even if the young man wrapped the spear in cloth, how could he not see the length of the one foot and two three feet?

If a young and energetic man was holding such a long gun, the soldier leader probably didn't see it.

After all, among the spears, the ordinary pear wood red tassel spear with wooden handle and iron head, eight or nine feet is enough.

Further up, there is an iron spear made of pure iron. The gun body is straight and tough, and its length has reached about ten feet.

At this length, it would be quite strenuous for ordinary people to wield it. The weight of the gun body itself is not counted, and the handle is too long for ordinary people to swing, not to mention some tricks.

If you are not a trained master, most people will not easily use a spear that is [-] feet long.

Naturally, there is never a shortage of masters in the big city of Luoyang, but obviously the so-called masters should not be the white-faced young man in front of him.

Looking at his loose pace, the soldier leader sneered secretly in his heart, and took a step forward to give him a blow.

"stop!"

Before he finished speaking, he was about to step forward with the ring-sword on his waist, but he didn't expect the young man with the spear to meet him without dodging.

In the city cave, the two met each other face to face, the soldier leader was startled suddenly, saying that he was heading towards the young man arrogantly, but just as he said that, he passed the young man and stopped him immediately Behind him was a small businessman carrying a burden.

An invisible murderous intent dissipated Xu Mi, but the young man with the long gun walked out without looking back as if he had never heard of it, and disappeared beside the path outside the city gate in a blink of an eye.

It wasn't until this moment that the soldier leader angrily kicked down the peddler's basket, turned around and glanced at the leaving figure of the young man, and thought.

"It's so cold and murderous, Luoyang City is really getting more and more uneven."

Compared with the lingering fear of the little soldier leader, Chen Jue, who walked out with the tiger-head gilt gun, felt particularly magnanimous.

As soon as I walked out of Luoyang City, I felt a lot more comfortable all over my body, and I felt less depressed in my heart.

When thinking of the word "repression", Chen Jue somehow thought of Cai Yingxuan, Cai Wenji's younger sister.

Maybe I still have too little knowledge, and I feel extremely uncomfortable when I see such an active/active person.

Thinking of this, Chen Jue smiled self-deprecatingly, walked into the woods with a tiger-head gilt gun, and was about to identify the location, but when he came to his senses, he saw squatting under a spruce tree not far away. Sitting a palm-sized white fur fox.

"Allure?"

(End of this chapter)