New Story of Lv Bu

On the second day of August, in the early morning, the heavy rain for several days had already stopped, the muddy ground had been dried by the hot sun, crisscrossing rut marks and messy footprints covered the entire wilderness. The Yellow Turban army in Wancheng and the Han army outside the city have run out of breakfast and are lining up. The battle that has been interrupted by heavy rain for many days is about to restart.

In the Han army camp, the golden drum and horn sounded one after another. "Qu Shuai, Huangfu Song's general flag is in the southwest, Jingzhou governor Xu Qi's general flag is in the northeast, and Nanyang prefect Qin Jie's general flag is in the southeast." Hiroshi reports the latest situation of the battle.

Zhao Hong is still as calm and calm as before. Since the Jade Raksha breaks through, he has already had no other thoughts. His only idea is to fight to death as soon as possible, and to inspire the congregation with his own death.

"Whenever the world opens up, there must be heroes and heroes, and there must be people with great sages and powers. Ascending to the heights, they will inspire the followers with their loyalty, and go to death generously as ghosts. Future generations will appreciate his loyalty and look forward to the wind and shadows. , And big things can be done!" This passage is the middle paragraph of "Tai Ping Qing Ling Shu", the meaning is very clear. When the great cause is frustrated and the hearts of the people are dissipated, someone must motivate the congregation with blood, and then go through a lot of difficulties and dangers before they can succeed.

When he read this passage for the first time, Zhao Hong's heart suddenly felt excited. He finally understood the reincarnation of fate. He was the one who inspired the congregation with blood! It was this responsibility that Huang Tian bestowed on him. This day has finally arrived, his heart is full of waves, but the ancient well has no waves, the mysterious and mysterious feeling can't be described.

From the very beginning, Han Zhong felt that there was something wrong with Qu Shuai today, and he looked like he was nagging, but after careful observation, there was nothing strange. The three generals Zhao Hong, Han Zhong, and Sun Xia under the **** envoy Zhang Man, Zhao Hong has always been known for his resourcefulness and his ability to collapse without changing his color. He must be thinking about how to defeat the Han army.

"Qushuai, Huangfusong is the main general, and his banner appears in the southwest. Presumably the southwest is the focus of the attack. I will go to guard the southwest." Han Zhong bowed his hands and waited respectfully for Zhao Hong's reply. Zhao Hong's face looked like a smile but he raised Han Zhong with both hands. "Brother Han, these brothers and sisters will leave it to you in the future! Go!"

"No!" Han Zhong was stunned for a moment, and he responded with a big stride and went away. Thinking of this sentence in my mind as I walked, there seemed to be something wrong. Brothers and sisters have all entrusted to me? Is that what Qu Shuai is considering? What to do with me? The drums of the Han army in the southwest corner had already sounded, and Han Zhong had no time to think about it, and strode away.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom boom! The vigorous drums of war in the Han army camp sounded, and 18,000 Han troops came out and launched a decisive attack on Wancheng. "Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" The Han soldiers yelled, and slowly approached the city wall with the ladder. Behind them is the knife player holding the ring head knife, and behind them is the bowman.

The only three thousand cavalrymen of the Han army fell far behind, one was to kill the yellow turban cavalry who went out of the city to counterattack, and the other was to intercept the yellow turban infantry who fled after the city was broken. In such a large-scale siege, the main reliance is on infantry, and the cavalry is not of much use at all.

Seeing the Han army marching forward, Zhao Hong couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If it were not for the negligence of the **** envoy Zhang Mancheng, and the completion of the attack by the Han army, and the armor weapons, crossbow arrows, and defensive equipment in the city were still there, the Han army under the city could be defeated in one hour. Now there are hundreds of thousands of yellow towels in the city, but they have to be filled with human lives!

Seeing that there were only more than three hundred steps away from the city, the leading Han army roared and rushed towards the wall! The pawns behind followed with a roar, put the rattan card on his head, and strode forward with the ring-headed knife and spear in his hand. In an instant, the Han army rushed under the city wall, and the sword and shield players raised the rattan plates to protect the pawns on the left and right.

Hundreds of ladders were placed on the wall, and several chubby Han soldiers pressed the bottom of the ladders tightly with wooden sticks in their hands. The Han soldiers bit the ring head knife in their mouths, and the monkeys usually climbed up the city along the ladder. "Arrows!" With a loud shout from the city head, the crossbowmen of the Yellow Turban Army shot rows of arrows.

A scream immediately sounded under the city wall, and hundreds of Han troops fell! "Put rolling wood and stone!" The yellow scarf leader who led the team shouted again. The rolling wood and stone rolled down the city wall, and the Han soldiers on the ladder immediately fell down like a broken kite, and dozens of ladders were also torn apart!

However, the counterattack of the Yellow Turbans came to an abrupt end! Only sparse arrows shot from the city wall, and the rolling wood and stone were completely gone. "The yellow turban's rolling wood and stone are used up!" The Han soldiers under the city wall immediately let out a burst of cheers! "Rush!" "Rush up!" "Feng Wife Yinzi is today!" A large number of Han soldiers rushed to the ladder, and monkeys climbed up flexibly.

The offensive in the southwest corner was the fiercest. Seventy to eighty ladders were concentrated in the southwest corner. The Han army desperately attacked the city. The two armies on the city wall have been fighting for more than a dozen times. The Han army boarded, the Yellow Turban killed it, the Han Army boarded again, and the Yellow Turban killed again!

Blood was splattered everywhere on the city wall, and all kinds of corpses with missing arms and legs were lying sideways, and they would trip to the ground if they were not careful. The screams of the Han army and the screams of the yellow turban pawns, coupled with the clash of weapons and the wailing of wounds, constitute a **** symphony.

A thin yellow trooper finally broke down, shouted, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, turned and ran. At this moment, a Han army emerged from the ladder, with a ring knife in his mouth, pressed his hands on the battlements, and flexibly jumped onto the wall. As he turned his body, the ring-head knife in his hand cut a semicircle, ping-pong cut off five or six wooden sticks and spears, and jumped into the middle of the yellow turban pawns with one jump.

Suddenly, a few screams sounded, and he had already released three or four yellow turban pawns. Behind him, more than a dozen Han troops had already rushed up the city wall and laid down a small circular formation with ring-head knives and spears. Behind them, the Han army's infantry kept pouring up to the city, orderly killing left and right along the city wall.

Be yelling! The fleeing yellow turban stepped **** was chopped off to the head by the leader with a single knife. A awning of blood spurted from the sky, and the head was beaten and rolled down the city along the wall. "Kill!" "Drive the Han army down the city!" Han Zhong shouted, leading hundreds of soldiers to kill the Han army at the head of the city!

For a time, in the southeast and northwest of Wancheng, the Han troops were all attached to the city. The black and heavy Han troops were fully armed, with a ring knife in their mouth, and they climbed quickly with both hands and feet, and they could climb several feet high in an instant. City wall. The yellow turban pawns let out a stern shout, rushing up layer by layer with their weapons, fighting to the death with the Han army.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the world, the clashing of weapons one after another, the Han army and the Yellow Turban both exhausted their full strength. Everyone knew that the final moment was reached, whether the Yellow Turbans were defending Wancheng, or the Han army would invade Wancheng, at most half an hour would be revealed. However, the Han army has sharp weapons and excellent armor. Most of the yellow turbans actually hold wooden sticks and farm tools. Only by filling them with human lives can they hold their ground.

Zhao Hongyi stood on the watchtower, commanding the battle with the banner in his hand. Suddenly, he noticed that there was a commotion in the northeast corner, and a big husband with a big face and a big face came to the top of the city. He was wearing a red crown, a red cloak, and a strange-style knife in his right hand. Between his waves, several yellow scarfs were knocked to the ground. Behind Wei's husband, the Han army continued to climb to the city, expanding their positions within a few breaths.

Tiger Sun! Zhao Hong was shocked. After fighting the Han army for two months, how could he not recognize this great husband who made the first appearance! It seems that the northeast corner is the main attack direction of the Han army! "Passing orders! Han Zhong commanded the overall situation and told him that the northeast corner was the main direction of the Han army! Sun Wentai was there!"

After finishing talking, Zhao Hong's arms shook, and the big bird generally fell from the upper floor, leaping over the ridge and rushing straight to the northeast corner. In an instant, he had reached the northeast corner and shouted: "Sun Wentai! I will fight you!" Zhao Hong was in the air, with long hair flying in his hands, and he had already picked up a dozen Han soldiers.

"Qu Shuai is here!" The yellow turban pawns who were struggling with their spirits suddenly boosted their morale and shouted at the Han army pawns to kill them, and they compressed the Han army against the city wall in an instant. Sun Jian's trilogy has gone through dozens of battles and is extremely sophisticated. Seeing that the situation is not good, he leaned back against the city wall and resisted the Yellow Turban's desperate fight.

Zhao Hongren was in the air and had already fought Sun Jian for more than ten tricks before landing calmly. Sun Jian waved the Gudian knife in his hand and rushed forward with a loud shout. Zhao Hong didn't say a word. A spear made it tricky and weird, and he was fighting with Sun Jian. The two were evenly fought here, but they suffered from the trilogy of Sun Jian on the side.

The number of the Han army was originally small, but with its excellent armor and sharp weapons, it pressed the yellow turban to fight. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hong inserted a rod in the middle and took over Sun Jian, who was the spearhead. The Yellow Turban's morale rose again, and his morale was frustrated.

When Sun Jian saw Zhao Hong coming, he knew that it would be hopeless to take advantage of the situation to seize the city, and hurriedly shouted: "Withdraw!" Seeing his subordinates descending the city wall along the ladder, Sun Jian laughed: "Shuai Zhao Qu, walk slowly, and fight again in the future!" With the battlement on his left hand, he flew down to the city!

"The Han army has retired!" "The Han army has retired!" The Yellow Turban pawns cheered. Hearing cheers in the northeast corner, the morale of the Han soldiers on all sides suddenly fell. The Yellow Turbans took advantage of the situation, and the Han troops were suddenly at a disadvantage. Dangdang! Dangdang! The gong rang loudly in the Han army, and finally the soldiers retreated!

At this moment, a huge arrow shot up and directed towards Zhao Hong! In an instant, Zhao Hong spit out a canopy of blood and fell backward! From a distance came Han Zhong's heart-piercing shout: "Qu Shuai!"

Under the city wall, Huang Fusong put down his bow and arrow and nodded in satisfaction. "Bingzhou's strong crossbow is indeed good!"